For no other reason than the two voices cannot be said to be exactly the same, they can only be said to have nothing to do with each other.
Heye's voice is a typical lolita sound, sweet and coquettish, and even girls can't bear it when they act coquettishly.
The girl's tone was lazy and cold, even if she acted coquettishly, she was like a arrogant kitten, barely allowing an adult human to comfort her.
As evidences listed one by one were displayed in the barrage, Wen Jingjing curled her lips and exited the live broadcast room.
Believe it or not, I am too lazy to fight with them.
She doesn't want to get into unnecessary arguments with Everbright netizens. They are stubborn and believe in what they want to hear and see. No matter what you say, they have reasons to deny things that are beyond their knowledge.
Her big baby is still waiting for her.
She finally got Shen Qinghe drunk and could spend more time with her big baby.
Spring night is so short~
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Jiang Yao tried to put the pendant on the bed, but she hugged her too tightly and had no intention of letting go.
Trying to discuss with her: "Good boy, can you go to bed and sleep?"
"Hmm~"
Shen Qinghe didn't open his eyes at all. He responded instinctively, arched his head twice, and moved the rest of his body slightly.
Jiang Yao easily supported her with one hand, as if holding a child, and the free hand lifted her arm bit by bit.
Moving very slowly, he put her arm on one side of her body and tried to put the other arm down as well.
Perhaps disturbed by his series of movements, Shen Qinghe frowned slightly and whispered: "Don't move."
The hand that had just been put down was raised again and grabbed the clothes on Jiang Yao's chest.
Jiang Yao didn't dare to act rashly, woke up the little girl, and started drinking like crazy again.
She won't be able to sleep peacefully until she exhausts her energy by drinking like crazy.
Her breathing gradually became evener, and Jiang Yao repeated the action before forcing her upper body to lie on the bed, with her slender legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
Dawn is coming.
Jiang Yao didn't dare to breathe. He held her breath and carefully grabbed her ankle and placed her on the bed gently.
It wasn't until he covered her with a quilt that Jiang Yao's tight strings relaxed, and a thin layer of sweat formed on her back.
The cell phone ringtone rang at this moment by coincidence, and Jiang Yao's heart suddenly jumped up.
The phone was placed on Shen Qinghe's pillow just now. She closed her eyes tightly and hung up the phone easily with her years of habit of turning off the alarm clock while sleeping.
Jiang Yao stiffly took the phone out of her hand. Within two seconds of it being in her hand, the call came back.
The phone was like a hot potato in his hand. He shook it two or three times before he could hold it firmly.
He walked into the bathroom with long legs and three steps at a time.
It's Jiang Minghai's call.
He slowly raised his eyes to look in the mirror. After struggling for a while, he found that the hair on his forehead was messy and imageless.
He raised his hand to straighten his hair, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the answer button.
Before he could speak, there was a lot of noise over there: "You brat, you won't go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival or the National Day. If your wings become stiff, will you fly into the sky?"
"You can't talk to your son properly?"
Jiang Yao was not annoyed and mocked coldly: "Are you here when I go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
The other side was speechless.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm hanging up."
The other side finally softened: "Come back and have a look if you have nothing to do. Your Uncle Shen and his family are also here."
Hearing this, Jiang Yao turned around and looked at someone who was not sleeping on the bed. Two white lotus-like calves stuck out from both sides of the quilt, and his two arms were spread out, forming a "big" shape.
The impatience between his brows and eyes disappeared completely, replaced by endless tenderness.
Even when he spoke, he didn't consciously become gentle. He asked knowingly: "Isn't Shen Qinghe not here?"
Jiang Minghai: "You brat! How many times have you called me sister?"
There was another person trying to start a fight over there: "Didn't I tell you that the main thing is to persuade my grandson to come back. You brat is always yelling and screaming. How can he be willing to come back?"
Jiang Yao didn't want to listen to their noise, so he sat half-sitting on the sink and looked at the sleeping person. He turned on the speaker of his mobile phone and put it on his side, waiting for them to finish.
Listening to the voice over there, it seemed like both parents were there, as well as his grandmother.
Jiang Yao rolled his eyes and made a small calculation.
After arguing for a few minutes, their attention returned to Jiang Yao: "How do you know your sister is not at home?"
Jiang Yao's expression remained unchanged and he gave them a vaccination: "We are closer than you think after all."
He quietly opened the closed glass door, making the already non-soundproof bathroom even worse.
"What's so great about you? If it weren't for your father and me, would you have known your sister?"
Jiang Yao had to admit: "Yeah."
"There are still three or four days left on this National Day, so come back as soon as possible."
"She hasn't gone back, so why should I go back?"
"She was going out with her best friend. You are used to hanging out with those bad friends."
Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is Shen Qinghe also a good friend?"
Even though the hints reached this point, Jiang Minghai still hadn't recovered from his anger and started yelling at this brat who loves to find loopholes in others.
"Can you compete? She can call me uncle, can you?"
Jiang Yao said in a casual tone: "If you want, I can do it too."
Jiang Minghai couldn't hold himself any longer and cursed loudly again.
The next moment, Shen Qinghe's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyelids to meet his gaze.
He slowly sat up and nodded his head twice uncontrollably.
Xu was not completely awake yet, her expression was still dazed and she looked not quite sober.
I yawned, my stomach churning.
Shen Qinghe crawled to the bathroom and retched twice, but nothing came out.
"Paper."
Jiang Yao took out a few pieces of paper and handed them over, bent down, and slowly wiped the corners of her mouth for her.
Jiang Minghai kept chattering: "You brat, why do you have a woman's voice there?"
Shen Qinghe turned a deaf ear, and his true nature as a drama queen was fully exposed after drinking. He put his hand on his wrist and looked at him lovingly, his eyes moist.
Jiang Yao was confused when she came suddenly: "You still want to cry?"
Shen Qinghe shook his head and said seriously: "What should I do?"
Jiang Yao deliberately didn't hang up the phone, and even moved the phone closer to her, intentionally or unintentionally.