The next morning, I got up early to suit the situation.

Put on youthful and beautiful clothes.

This afternoon, she will take the stage as a representative of the school to give a speech to the whole school.

It's still the kind of finale.

As for the one-on-one challenge to the entire student union of Shanghai University to become famous.

It's not that I didn't take it to heart.

Even if Jiang Li apologizes, one thing will remain the same.

Since no one in the entire student union stood up and said a fair word when the incident happened, the matter would never be over.

At this moment, I unscrewed the lipstick cap and was about to apply it on my lips.

Be careful with your thoughts.

I took my lipstick and went straight to the living room.

Wen Fucheng was making breakfast sandwiches for her in the kitchen. It is said that he and Weiyi went to the mall to queue up to grab this red panda breakfast machine a few months ago.

It cost a lot of money.

As for why it is different from other breakfast machines.

According to classmate Ying Jing, that is.

The panda printed on the breakfast machine is so cute.

Just be more expensive! Who makes Chinese people have a special love for pandas?

I think back then, the classmates in the class had a fierce dispute over whether children from a certain place rode horses to school.

In the end, all provinces requested to go to war.

Some ride cockroaches to school.

Some ride pandas to school.

There are also those who ride bears to school.

…

Finally, someone asked Ying Jing what he was riding to school.

“Ride the money!”

Then, she was kicked out of the group chat.

From now on, we can see each other in strange roads across the world and in drifting bottles.

The first day Wen Fucheng entered her house, he saw a huge panda doll in the corner of the living room, which was almost bigger than a human.

This shows how much Miss Ying likes pandas.

"Wen Fu Cheng, it smells so good!" Ying Jing approached from behind.

Wen Fu Cheng took out the tray and put the pressed sandwiches in it.

Hand it to the occasion.

"Does it smell like Wen Fu Cheng or the sandwich?"

The second uncle would also ask such sweet questions.

"The sandwich tastes good, but Wen Fu Cheng's tastes even better." Taking the opportunity, he took the plate and put it aside.

The lipstick with the lid slid open is still in my hand.

"Put on lipstick for me."

The man looked down at the lipstick that she had forced into her hand, and then at the little girl's lips that had taken the initiative to pout.

It's more like an invitation than asking him to put on lipstick.

After waiting for a while, he still didn't move. "What's wrong? You can't do it? I'll teach you!" Then she took his hand and put it to her lips.

The lipstick fell to the ground and broke into two halves.

The two were entangled.

The man traced her lip line carefully over and over again.

Wen Fucheng put his arm around Ying Jing's waist, held her with one hand and sat on the table next to the pool.

The little girl specially put on exquisite makeup. The man closed his eyes and kissed her eyebrows and eyes restrainedly. The kiss slid all the way down to her fair neck.

The man in his arms froze for a moment.

He pushed him softly.

"No trace left."

Wen Fu Cheng opened his eyes and looked at her, his eyes gradually filled with lust.

He held Ying Jing's little face with his hands, turned sideways to hold her in his arms, lowered his head and said to her gently, "No, I don't dare. Jingbao's little strawberries have to be hidden from others, so we

How about staying deep in the jungle?"

The hot eyes collided, igniting countless sparks.

There was a crackling sound in the air.

Intertwined.

Whose clothes fell to the floor and caught on the lover's shirt.

I was so embarrassed that the sun hid in the clouds.

He only dared to secretly part the clouds, revealing a little blush and quietly looking at the loving couple.

"Wen Fu Cheng, I asked you to put on lipstick."

He pretended not to hear clearly and deliberately moved closer to her.

"Huh?" The slightly raised tone showed that he was very happy.

Pull away the little hand clinging to that person's shoulder.

At this moment, he lowered his head and rested his chin on Wen Fu Cheng's right shoulder, and his silver bell-like laughter penetrated the man's eardrums.

What regrets do you have?

There is nothing to regret.

I never wanted to blame her in my previous life.

Love condenses in the wind and carries them through their entire lives.

The shackles of deep affection were accompanied by her warm words to Fu Cheng, "I like you."

All rotted away in time.

Like burnt dust, if you throw it up casually, nothing will fall.

While she was acting coquettishly in Wen Fu Cheng's arms, the man's hand had already quietly wrapped around her ring finger.

She didn't dare to let Wen Fu Cheng apply lipstick to her this time. After breakfast, she ran to the room, brushed her teeth and applied it again.

The result is not satisfactory at all.

Why does it feel more natural when I kiss you?

No wonder some people say that the most suitable lipstick in the world is the touch up after a lover kisses.

After leaving home at the right time, Wen Fucheng calmly started to clean up the house.

Snacks for the occasion, used paper and pens, a laptop carelessly thrown on the carpet...

He bent down and picked them up one by one.

The white paper fell from the middle of the notebook.

He picked it up and saw that it was a song written by a little girl.

"Loving you is a timely rain"

city ​​memories

It's you everywhere

Bluestone along the street

Leave traces of you

What's disappointing is that we didn't meet in this rain

Otherwise you will definitely see it

i'm thinking of you

The raindrops outside the window keep falling
To be continued...