Qiao Yun smiled and took it. "Stupid, just going out to play."
Ten days later, I changed to finish Drunkenness and began to do the last test before handover.
Four people are sitting on the sofa in the living room, but they transfer their brain images to the big screen in the living room, and their hands hold their brains smoothly.
Qiao Yun, Fu Yitian, and Lu Xiaoman were glued to the big screen, and they were nervous, fearing that there would be problems in any link again.
Until Mo Ran completed the three sub-tests of junior, intermediate and senior, the big-screen picture was still in the center of the main city of Drunkenness.
He smiled gently, "The hard test was successfully completed."
In an instant, three people jumped up.
Lu Xiaoman cried and hugged Fu Yitian.
After several times being ordered to redo the pain, no one really knows better than them.
Too strict.
But Mo Ran is too tired and tired at this time.
Qiao Yun watched him get through night after night, and he couldn’t stop it without saying it.
At the moment, he doesn’t care about outsiders. No stranger leans over to hug the Great God and rubs his face excitedly.
"Finished finished finally don’t stay up late …" He kept reading.
I read it strangely, but my ears itched, and my heart blossomed. I gently pecked at Qiao Yun’s face and Chen’s soft tone was low. "Well, I can have a good sleep with my baby tonight."
Believe in him.
Qiao Yun’s "good sleep" is really a good sleep. Who knows that the shirt button just untied the first hug and wrapped it from behind?
Breathing, breathing, breathing, kissing, hugging from the top of your hair to the back of your ear, but you didn’t say a word
He closed his eyes and felt Qiao Yun trembling in his arms, holding Qiao Yun’s hand and unbuttoning it one by one.
Like a slow-motion movie, Qiao Yun looked at his shirt wide open, and there was a voice in his heart saying, how can you stand the physical strength if you don’t stay up for more than ten days?
"If you say sleep well, sleep well and rest well before you play well."
Qiao Yun turned around and touched the face of the Great God. Just touching and holding the cheek shirt of the hot stove, it slipped from the bare back.
Strangely grinned and exhaled a wisp of air "I’m not good"
The misty bathroom picked up Qiao Yun barefoot from the bathtub.
Qiao Yun, who was all red, hugged his neck in his arms and hit his chest with a wisp of breath.
"Are you all right?" He asked in a low voice.
Qiao Yun voice like plug the fire dry dumb burning fierce nodded and put his face close to the stranger but "well, it is good to have water buffer".
Or he wanted to say that it didn’t hurt as much as before.
Mo Ran smiled and bowed his head and kissed Qiao Yun in a low voice and said, "Husband takes you to the medicine."
In peacetime, Qiao Yun’s character belongs to the theory of relative strength, whether it is strange or others, Qiao Yun has never been soft.
But now, different from the Great God, they all converge into a chapter when they finish their strong edge.
Curled up in the arms of the Great God, silent as a pool of spring water stirred by pebbles, Qiao Yun felt a special sense of security.
Even talking to the Great God is a bit sweet and greasy.
"Yeah, it’s okay."
"Well, it doesn’t hurt."
"hug again"
"Can’t sleep"
Stranger but more can’t sleep with a stove stand in his arms, and he is clever and soft, and he promises to say anything.
"The wife is lovely" He bit his ear.
Qiao Yun inertia "hmm cute …"
No, what’s cute
He looked up and forced the great god to "tell her husband that he is handsome."