Sunday.

Jia Zhiqing went out to invite the reporter's girlfriend to have love spicy hot pot.

Ever since he learned that Xiaobai had invited Yan Suang to have Malatang, he privately determined that Malatang's identity is noble, its status is noble, and its moral character is noble, and the only thing that is low is its price.

- What a lovely trait.

Because his position has changed from an agent to an agent assistant and his salary has been reduced by nearly one-third, he has recently begun to advocate the traditional virtue of frugality with Xiaobai.

Xiaobai finished tidying up at home alone, cut the cabbage and cooked the pot of rice cake soup.

When Jia Zhiqing was not here, his life suddenly became quiet.

Turn on the recorder, put in the treasured tape, and listen to the nostalgia of old songs. This is his favorite life.

If Jia Zhiqing was there, he would definitely sneer at these old songs from the 1970s and 1980s. Then he turned out the rumbling music to test the neighbors upstairs and downstairs to the noise.

Although he has tried it many times, the results of each time show that their tolerance is not high.

The rice cake soup was cooked, and he had just taken a bite and the knock on the door rang out of place.

He would knock on the door at this time, except for Jia Zhiqing, he would not be the second person to think about it. Forgot to bring the key is also a common case of him.

So Xiaobai naturally ran to open the door in his wrinkled pajamas that cost ten yuan a set of street stalls.

But the person behind the door surprised him.

"Yan Suang?"

Yan Suang smiled bitterly and said, "After all we have had in our relationship, there is no need to call a name and name."

Xiaobai followed the good deeds and said: "Great God."

...

He thought he had been called by a great god for so many years and was immune to this title. He didn't expect that when he heard his mouth shouting out today, he felt unprecedented awkward. He sighed, "Let's go."

Xiaobai was stunned, "Where to go?"

"Didn't Gao Qin tell you?" He frowned. With Gao Qin's unsparing personality, it was impossible not to say hello in advance.

Xiaobai shook his head, then took out his cell phone from his wide pajamas with a "ah" sound, and found that it had rested in peace because it was too hungry. "The cell phone is out of battery."

"Then let's go." Yan Suang grabbed his hand and was about to walk out.

Xiaobai clamped the door panel with his legs and tried his best to retract his hand, "Where to go?"

"Just follow me."

"No, I have to recharge first. Otherwise, Brother Gao Qin will be worried." He freed up his hand, pressed against the door panel desperately, and retreated inward.

"He will be sad, I'm all Mars." Yan Suang grabbed his hand without daring to use too much force, for fear of scratching him, and for fear of continuing to waste time to catch up with the press conference. He couldn't help but make his heart straight, bent down and hooked his arms across his calves, and picked him up horizontally.

Xiaobai's eyes almost took off the window, "What are you doing?"

The great god... should be very rich, right? He should not rob, right?

Although he thought so in his heart, he still emphasized: "I am very poor. There is nothing valuable."

Yan Suang hugged him into the house, looked around, and made sure that the gas was not turned on to cook, then he walked out with confidence and closed the door.

Xiaobai looked at him for no reason and said, "What are you going to do?"

Yan Suang smiled and said, "Isn't it a robbery?"

"...You didn't take anything."

"I have it." His voice suddenly became deep, "I took the most valuable baby in the house."

Xiaobai thought hard, "The telephone in Zhiqing's room? Or the iron I put on the cabinet? When did you take it? Where did you put it?"

...

Yan Suang said frustratedly: "No, I didn't take anything."

The further you go, the more people are vocal.

Xiaobai suddenly realized that he was coming in and out horizontally, and struggled uneasily, "Let me down."

"Don't let go." Yan Suang tightened his arm, "What if I let go and you run away?"

Xiaobai pulled his pajamas and protested: "At least I'll change my clothes."

"It's okay, there's a place for you to change."

The entrance of the corridor was close to the front. Xiaobai saw someone walking up and immediately turned around and buried it in Yan Suang's chest.

Although his face was buried, his ears were still exposed outside and listened to the movement. The aunt upstairs greeted him kindly: "Hello, Yan Suang, are you going out?"

Yan Suang said: "Yes."

"Then you go slowly."

"Okay, thank you."

The two seemed to be neighbors for many years, and the tone of conversation was very ordinary.

It was not until Yan Suang opened the car door and put Xiaobai into the car that the aunt seemed to suddenly be freed from the illusion and murmured: "That was... a great god just now?"

So, as soon as Yan Suang got into the car, he saw the aunt shouting and rushing down as if she had taken stimulants, "Great God, Great God, Great God..."

Xiaobai pounced in front of the window, looked at the aunt's unrestrained running figure, turned to Yan Suang and said, "She is looking for you."

"Let's go back and say hello to her." Yan Suang stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and the car rushed away like a wild horse.

In the scorching sun, only a melancholy figure was left with sweating profusely.

After parking into the hotel, Yan Suang went to the front desk to get the keys, and then waited for the elevator to get upstairs.

The elevator door was as smooth as a mirror, and from there, you can see Xiaobai following him step by step.

The heart became soft inexplicably.

Xiaobai looked down at his pajamas, pulled his sleeve and whispered: "I don't seem to be able to enter the hotel like this."

Yan Suang turned his head and looked at the lobby assistant and concierge who were looking here, and hugged his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'm here."

Xiaobai was stunned for a moment and immediately squeezed into his side, "Yes, please cover me up."

...Okay, although the reason is strange, the result is very good.

Yan Suang thought with relief as he put his hands on Xiaobai's waist.

After entering the room, Yan Suang hurriedly pushed Xiaobai into the bathroom to take a shower.

Although Xiaobai was confused, he still did what he did.

Yan Suang picked up the phone and was about to come to the makeup artist, but he heard the water brush in the bathroom ringing.

So, a great god's shameful heart rippled.

Until the sound of water disappeared, the phone and microphone in Yan Suang's hand were still far from his ears.

"Okay." Xiaobai came out of the bathroom and was still in the old man-style pajamas.

Yan Suang came to his senses, "Why are you still wearing this outfit?"

"???" Xiaobai frowned, "because I don't want to run naked."

Running naked?!!!

What a beautiful picture...

Yan Suang suddenly grabbed the pillow at the head of the bed, hugged it in his arms, and coughed dryly, "You, go back to the bathroom first, I'll give you clothes."

Xiaobai said "Oh" and went back obediently.

After the door was closed, Yan Suang took a breath. After a while, he took off the pillow and made sure the tent was razed to the ground, he got up and took out the clothes and pants that had been prepared from the cabinet.

He walked to the bathroom, but the door suddenly moved away from it.

Xiaobai stood in front of him in shorts.

Yan Suang was stunned, "You took off too quickly, right?" Then, his eyes moved to the only fabric on his body, "It's just not very thorough."

Xiaobai followed his gaze and said, "Do you want to take it off?"

Yan Suang swallowed hard and said expectantly: "Is that OK?"

"Yes." Xiaobai nodded, then took the clothes from him and closed the door.

...

The frosted glass on the bathroom door is so annoying.

Yan Suang pounded the wall depressedly, "You obviously said it's OK!"

"Yes. I took it off." In the bathroom, Xiaobai was flipping his clothes naked, "but there were no underwear."

...

In other words, Xiaobai is now...

Yan Suang suddenly raised his head and looked at the door with bright eyes, as if he wanted to burn it out two holes.
To be continued...