There is nothing special about the call records. Fu Shiyan never writes notes for others. He has a good memory and has a photographic memory of the numbers he has read. He can also remember whose numbers they belong to.
As for WeChat, which everyone in modern times has, Fu Shiyan also has one, but he doesn’t have many contacts, and most of them are only used to reply to his grandfather and Jiang Shu’s WeChat messages.
To a large extent, Fu Shiyan is old-fashioned and conservative at heart.
Old things are always memorable.
Jiang Shu bit his chopsticks and opened his WeChat account. Many people sent him messages, but most of them didn't reply, except for his grandfather, who told him to go home and see Xiao Shu more often.
He replied, very simply: Got it.
More like perfunctory.
Jiang Shu skipped them one by one and opened his own dialog box. He didn't leave a note for himself. She thought about it and wrote: Baby Xiao Shu.
After the beating, I felt numb and trembled violently.
Jiang Shu was satisfied, put away her things, went into the bathroom and took a shower. She was mostly awake. The clothes she brought were all for wearing outside, but indoors, her pajamas had been messed up by Fu Shiyan. She had bad thoughts and put them on.
Fu Shiyan's shirt reached to his thighs, just enough to cover it.
Fu Shiyan's blood sugar is low, and it is difficult to wake up once he falls asleep.
Jiang Shu sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him with his face in his hands. He was half asleep and half awake, with his whole face buried in the white pillow. His usually mature look was now a little childish, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of fuss.
Jiang Shu looked at him for a long time, feeling inexplicably attached to his harmless appearance. After a long time, he reached out to poke Fu Shiyan's face, treating him like a child, "Get up, it's already dark."
Fu Shiyan grabbed her hand without opening his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Sleepy."
"You have to get up even if you're tired."
He didn't move.
Jiang Shu then pursed his lips and deliberately joked: "Then you can continue to sleep, I have to leave."
There was no response for a long time, but the man's eyes slowly opened and he looked at her and spoke slowly, "Why are you leaving again?"
Jiang Shu heard a hint of grievance and sadness from this tone for no reason, and was stunned. He seemed to be afraid of leaving. ωωw..net
She continued: "I want to go back and take care of Lao Jiang. I can't stay too long."
We've been together for a day and she hasn't even mentioned it.
Feeling a little angry about getting out of bed, Fu Shiyan squeezed her hand tightly and said without saying a word, "Let the servant take care of her and stay here."
Jiang Shu almost wanted to laugh, "Fu Shiyan, you can't bear to leave me, right?"
Fu Shiyan didn't like her coming back and leaving in a hurry, and he was very irritated.
He stood up slightly, but before Jiang Shu could react, he was carried to the bed by the waist, lying on top of him, and let out a low cry.
Fu Shiyan pinched her waist, "I said stay here."
Jiang Shu simply let him hold him and smiled, "I lied to you, Lao Jiang has the ability to act independently now, and I don't need to guard him every day."
"Lie to me." Fu Shiyan narrowed his eyes, and now he saw that she was wearing his own clothes. As he hugged and rubbed her, the clothes were pulled up a little, and everything that caught his eyes was something that could make people's blood flow.
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At this moment, all her sleepiness was gone. He turned over and pressed her under him. He was in absolute control, but he didn't know where he touched her, making her laugh out loud.
"Hahahaha Fu Shiyan, don't...don't..."
Fu Shiyan let go of his hand and looked at her seriously.
Seeing his eyes, Jiang Shu slowly stopped smiling and apologized coquettishly: "I was wrong."
But there was no room for apology, and Fu Shiyan's possession showed that there was no way to escape.