As she spoke, An Zhisu changed from acknowledging her mistake to feeling aggrieved. She didn't even notice it. She started to tilt her head, and then continued to talk to herself: "You are always self-righteous. You
It’s not me. How do you know what I’m thinking? You always make random guesses about what I’m thinking.
Fa. misunderstood me and refused to listen to my explanation. You are such an arrogant person. Fortunately, I took the initiative, otherwise you might really be destined to be an orphan..."
At first, Ye Lancheng felt a lot better after hearing An Zhisu's good attitude in admitting her mistake and her pleasant words. He was about to open his eyes and talk to her. But when he was about to open his eyes, he heard what she said next and almost
She didn't laugh out of anger.
She was still wronged during the co-writing process? In the end of the co-writing process, he bullied her?
Why hadn't he noticed before that she had such an ability to confuse right and wrong?
Ye Lancheng felt that his head hurt more and his chest hurt more. They were all angry. He was afraid that he would become the first husband in history to be angry to death by his wife.
In his ears, his little wife was still nagging him and accusing him of his history of bullying her. Ye Lan became a survivor. He couldn't help but pretend to be dead, so he suddenly opened his eyes amidst her nagging.
An Zhisu didn't expect that he would suddenly open his eyes. He was so frightened that he choked his voice and even burped: "Hiccup..."
Ye Lancheng's forehead twitched, and he said that he was an orphan. If he hadn't been kind enough to marry her, her little mouth that could make anyone angry to death would have ended up being an orphan, right?
"Hiccup...you, don't you say hello before you open your eyes?" An Zhisu was really frightened, patted his chest and rolled his eyes.
Ye Lancheng twitched his forehead again angrily, and raised his hand to hold down his twitching forehead: "I wasn't hurt, but you will make me angry to death."
An Zhisu looked innocent: "When did I make you angry again? I am obviously apologizing to you."
"Apologise?" Ye Lancheng laughed angrily this time: "I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about apology. Is that an apology? You are clearly complaining about me. In the end, I ended up bullying you."
An Zhisu:......
An Zhisu briefly recalled what she had muttered just now, and when she realized that she had seriously misrepresented what she said later, her face suddenly turned red.
Mmp, what were she saying? She was apologizing as she promised. Now that it’s over, Ye Lancheng must be even more angry.
An Zhisu timidly raised her eyelids, and when she saw Ye Lancheng looking at her leisurely, she quickly drooped her eyelids again, trying to hide her suspicions: "Well... I just said it casually, and I didn't mean to complain about you.
"
"Why do I think you have deep resentment towards me?" Ye Lancheng didn't intend to let her go so easily.
"No, no, your feeling is not accurate. I am very satisfied with you, very satisfied. If the full score is one hundred points, I will give you one hundred and one points. I am not afraid of you being proud at all." An Zhisu answered with a sincere face.
, with two letters "SATISFIED" in bold letters hanging on his forehead.
"Haha." Ye Lancheng knocked his eyelids indifferently and said coolly: "If you had a smile on your face when you said this, I might still believe it."
An Zhisu immediately showed a professional fake smile, with a standard eight teeth.
"It's too fake." Ye Lancheng commented. After a pause, he felt it was not enough, and added: "It's even faker than this year's World Cup."
An Zhisu's fake smile instantly froze on his face. Can't you please not be too demanding? Fans don't have such high demands on players, okay?
An Zhisu simply stopped laughing, rubbed the stiff facial muscles with a fake smile, stretched his neck forward, and rested his chin on the edge of the bed, his breath could be sprayed on Ye Lancheng's face: "Ye Lancheng, you are almost done, I
I've been coaxing you for ten minutes."
Ye Lancheng looked at her face, which was less than five centimeters away from him. She pouted slightly, looking aggrieved, as if she was almost exhausted after coaxing him for ten minutes. She was lazy and a bit cute.
Ye Lancheng felt that he must be looking at An Zhisu with a filter on, otherwise she would have made him half angry to death, how could he still find her cute when he saw her. "Ye Lancheng, don't be angry." An Zhisu didn't know why.
He was so brave. Perhaps he thought that Ye Lancheng was injured, like an injured tiger, and was no longer aggressive. He actually dared to raise his hand, stretched out a finger, poked him in the face, and even deliberately pulled it.
The corner of his mouth is not afraid
Deadly said: "Just smile."
When she did this series of actions, she raised the corners of her mouth first and set an example for Ye Lancheng.
Ye Lancheng thought that if An Zhisu dared to torment him like this, it must be because he was too spoiled to her and had become too courageous to dare to touch Tai Sui's face.
But at this moment, he obviously should be angry, but when he saw the smile raised at the corner of her mouth, he was like a deflated rubber ball. The anger was diluted by her smile, like snow melting into the sunshine. The rest
, only the warmth and clearness bathed in the sun.
"I see you are getting more and more courageous." Although Ye Lancheng is no longer angry, he doesn't want her to see it, lest she think he is easy to coax and make him angry next time, so he pretends to be still angry.
He slapped her claws off and said coldly.
Ye Lancheng:......
"Okay, that's it. I've sacrificed my appearance to coax you, so you can't be angry anymore." An Zhisu stepped back slightly, with an expression like I've sacrificed so much, how can you still be angry?
"You didn't sacrifice your appearance like this." Ye Lancheng's lips finally raised a visible arc. He stretched out his hand and clasped the back of her head. With a slight force, he narrowed the little distance she had just opened.
Zero distance.
"Well..." An Zhisu's lips were covered by him domineeringly, and his teeth were pried open by the tip of his tongue. He captured the territory between her lips and teeth, not giving her any way out. She was forced to accept it except to respond.
Your sister Ye Lancheng, the hue I mentioned is not the same hue as the hue you mentioned.
…
Downstairs of Xia Jingze's apartment, Song Jiaren stopped her red Mustang steadily, lifted her long hair, pressed the unlock button, and pursed her lips: "Get out of the car, seeing as you helped me today.
For your sake, I won’t ask you for fares.”
"Do I have to say thank you?" Xia Jingze's eyes rolled up under his sunglasses. "If you say that, I'll accept it reluctantly." Song Jiaren put on an expression of "I'm fine with you, you can do whatever you want."