The night before, I worked hard, and because it was Sunday, Song Chi got up later than ever on this morning.

Wei Xianghe went downstairs to make breakfast for him. When he returned to the room, he seemed to be a little tired. After thinking about it, he still couldn't bear to ask him to take the dirty clothes in the bathroom to the washing machine downstairs to wash the breakfast, warmed the breakfast, and went upstairs to the guest room and carried the quilt to replace the one covered by Song Chi.

If she remembered correctly, she vaguely remembered that Song Chi put the quilt under her last night. The battle was fierce, and she knew what kind of prosperity it was without having to search for traces.

Afraid of waking up Song Chi, Wei Xiang and Wei took a light move to cover the quilt that was taken from the guest room. She leaned over and lowered her eyes to tidy up the corners of the quilt for him. A hand suddenly stretched out from the quilt. Before she could react, she grabbed her wrist and pulled it hard. Wei Xiang and her eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a low voice, and her whole body pressed on Song Chi's chest.

Song Chi groaned, his eyes didn't lift up, and he frowned slightly, "You are so heavy." As he said that, he stretched out his long legs and hooked Wei Xianghe's legs and feet that were hanging outside the window. He pulled most of Wei Xianghe's body onto the bed with his shoes, turned over, and pressed her under her body through the quilt.

When Wei Xiang and his chest were pulled over, they were lying on Song Chi's chest. He pressed her back and pressed her head. In addition, she was shorter than Song Chi, and there was a quilt between them, so she was covered.

The head was pressed against Song Chi's chest through the quilt. Wei Xiang and his eyelashes trembled slightly, calmed down, and supported his chest and pushed, "Song Chi..."

A soft voice came from under his chest. Song Chi paused and finally lifted his eyelids. He half supported his body with one elbow. His eyes drooped, and he looked up at Wei Xianghe and looked at him.

He turned sideways, grabbed Wei Xianghe's arm and lifted her upwards, raised it to the same height as his sight. He didn't look at her, and retreated a little distance from the end of the bed, leaning his head against her shoulder in a very conservative manner, and then closed his eyes again.

Wei Xianghe lowered his eyelids and only saw his hair top. The skin on his collarbone was filled with goose bumps due to the spray of the wet and hot breath. She stared at him for two seconds and pushed his shoulders.

"Song Chi."

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"Song Chi." Wei Xianghe shouted again, with a long and unconsciously a little soft, "I still have to wash clothes."

Song Chi didn't move, his lips still gently pressed against her exposed skin on her shoulders and neck. His lips opened and closed, and gently brushed like feathers. An unknown softness flowed through his limbs and bones like an electric current.

"Did you prepare breakfast?" he asked.

"Yes." Wei Xianghe's voice was gentle and clear, "It seems that you're getting hot before you get up."

"Let's heat it up first." Song Chi closed his eyes, his voice was very slow and magnetic, "I was too tired last night..."

Wei Xiang and his face heated up, pushed Song Chi and moved their body inch by inch to the other side, breaking away from Song Chi's oppression. She sat up and said in a calm and calm voice, "I'll go wash clothes first."

Song Chi opened her eyes and looked at the redness behind her ears that looked like a ripe lobster. A cunning flashed in her eyes. She closed her eyes again, and a complacent curve slowly raised the corner of her mouth.

The heat on her face dissipated for a long time. Wei Xianghe returned to the room with the dirty laundry basket until her clothes were washed. Song Chi was still lying on the bed. She glanced at her and turned to the bathroom.

When he was packing up the toilet bowl, bottles, jars and toiletries, Song Chi came in. The temperature of the air conditioner in the bedroom was warm. He only put on a pair of long trousers and was naked. Wei Xianghe only subconsciously looked at the footsteps when he came in. Then he immediately withdrew his gaze and told him that he could just wash up and go downstairs to have breakfast directly, and then he looked straight and did his own thing quietly.

Song Chi stood beside her, lazily brushing her teeth with a toothbrush in her mouth, and said vaguely, "Wei Xianghe, my shaving cream is gone."

Wei Xianghe took it over and opened it and looked at it, but it was indeed gone.

"When I went shopping with Qiao Ye, I bought you two spare ones. Wait a minute, I'll get them for you." He said that, and turned around and went out.

After a while, Song Chi had finished brushing his teeth, and boredly supported the toilet table with one hand and watched randomly with her facial cleanser in the other hand.

When she saw her coming in, she put the facial cleanser back in place and obediently watched her unpack the packaging.

"Wei Xianghe." He called her name.

Wei Xiang and the other side torn the plastic film outside the carton packaging and did not look up: "Hmm?"

Song Chi lowered his eyes and glanced at her, put his hand on her shoulder playfully and naturally, hugged her and leaned on her without hesitation, "Have you ever told me about what happened before you got married?"

Wei Xianghe was still immersed in his sudden approaching but did not recover. He heard his sudden and sudden questioning again, and was slightly stunned, and he couldn't help but raise his head and look up at him.

"Look at what I'm doing, take it apart." He put his big hand on her head and pressed her head down. Song Chi curled his lips with satisfaction, and then said, "You pick and speak, I'll listen casually."

Wei Xiang and the corner of his mouth had a faint smile, "I have lived a rather dull life and have no special experience."

"Didn't you just tell me what special experience you want? I'm patient today, and I'll listen to those who are not special. You can talk about the people around you." After thinking for a moment, this hint seemed too deliberate, and Song Chi added, "Robert."

Wei Xianghe thought for a while and said, "I have lived in Dancheng for a long time in my life. I thought I would stay in that city for the rest of my life, but later I came to Beijing, which was a bit unexpected."

The entry point is very close, Song Chi is quite happy and said yes, signaling her to continue.

There is actually nothing to say if you want to hide everything related to Song Chi. Wei Xianghe searched in his mind and shared what he could know with him, and even forgot that his naked upper body was still close to him.

"I don't have a wide range of social circles in Dancheng, and it's even harder to have friends in Beijing. When I went to the hospital for an interview, I was a little surprised." As he said that, Wei Xianghe looked up and smiled at him, "I told you that he taught me a few classes in college, so he was my teacher."

"What did you tell me about him?" This was a thousand miles apart from the sky and the underground he wanted to hear, not to mention that the name was Cheng Jiyuan, and Song Chi's face turned a little darker, "He was married, not counting."

"He met in college, and was counted as before marriage." Wei Xianghe said patiently.

"No, it doesn't count." Song Chi's face was calm, like a scoundrel, and continued to be unhappy, "Didn't I tell you that I don't like him? What's related to him doesn't count."

"..." Wei Xianghe changed the topic, "I just went to the hospital for an internship..."

What's this? I know that this is not on the same channel as those who want to listen to it, Song Chi became angry and irritated, and stretched his face, "I don't want to listen to this."

Wei Xiang and I wondered what he saw.

Song Chi was angry and took back the hand that was on her shoulder and snatched the shaving cream from her hand. "I'm going to shave, you can stand by and don't block my light."

"..." Wei Xianghe didn't know what happened to him suddenly, and he was stunned for a second, and smiled helplessly.

She was so much shorter that she could not block his light.

But she still stood next to him and said in a warm voice, "I'll go downstairs to bring you breakfast first. You can go downstairs and eat after washing, otherwise it will be cold."

He took a few steps and turned around, his face almost unpredictable and said with a hint of embarrassment, "It's a little cold outside. Remember to put on your clothes when you go out."

Song Chi tried his best to apply shaving cream to his chin without saying a word.
Chapter completed!