I go north, you go south

"Oh, so you want me to be the one who takes care of the children." Nan Zishu raised his foot and stepped on Ling Bei's instep rather dissatisfied, but the movement was slightly deliberate.

"All the good people let you do it." Obviously, this "merciless" way made her completely unable to calm down: "Leave all the embarrassing things to me. Heh, Ling Bei, your abacus beads hit me in the face gone."

"I didn't say I wanted you to be the 'bad guy'."

Ling Bei smiled triumphantly: "After all, the child you give birth to must be just like you, born a little angel."

His tone was simply not too affectionate.

Nan Zishu couldn't help taking a deep breath: It's over, he's been tricked.

This flirt was caught off guard!

Seeing Nan Zishu's ears blushing, Ling Bei couldn't help but cling to him, his voice hoarse: "We've been talking here for a long time, shouldn't we also 'get to the point'?"

After speaking, he did not hesitate to go up and take a bite.

“Haven't washed yet”

Next is Nan Zishu's daily behavior of "becoming a deserter before the battle": "I'll go first!"

As she spoke, she immediately pushed away the person in front of her, and rushed into the bathroom at a speed of sprinting [-] meters.

Ling Bei didn't stop her either.Anyway. There is still time.

By the time Ling Bei finished washing, the night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was as thick as a pool of ink, quietly covering the city under his feet; it also silently set off the gradually quiet world.

While rubbing his wet hair with a towel, Ling Bei quietly walked to Nan Zishu, who was squatting in front of the French window in the bedroom, who was looking at something.

"What... are you secretly looking at?"

Ling Bei suddenly surrounded Nan Zishu from behind.

"Oh!"

Maybe because he was too focused on thinking about something, Nan Zishu didn't notice Ling Bei coming over for a while.

So of course he was taken aback.

At the same time, Ling Bei finally saw the items placed in front of Nan Zishu.

A guitar lay quietly in its case, slightly hidden in the shadow of the curtains.

Yes, this is Nan Zishu's birthday, and it is also the guitar that Ling Bei played on the day he proposed to her.

Before going home that day, it was Nan Zishu who went back to the cottage by the lake to bring the guitar back.

At that time, Ling Bei also said that it would be good to leave it in the hut, and they could come over at any time.

But Nan Zishu just winked at him mysteriously and said, "You must bring it back."

From this point of view, this guitar is really a "chosen son", witnessing two very important moments of them in one breath.

"You are..."

At this time, Nan Zishu couldn't help patting his chest: "Is it a cat? Why is it so quiet when you walk?"

Seeing that she was really scared, Ling Bei quickly took her into his arms: "Sorry..."

"I didn't expect to really scare you."

He raised his hand and gently stroked Funan Zishu's arm: "Next time I come here, I must tell you in advance, so I won't scare you anymore."

And Nan Zishu, who was nestled in Ling Bei's arms, quickly dispelled his anxiety.Intentionally or unintentionally, the tip of her nose brushed against Ling Bei's slightly damp hair, and the faint aroma of shampoo made her instantly relaxed.

Nan Zishu has always been very good at finding an extremely comfortable "exclusive seat" in Ling Bei's arms: "Well... Tell me the truth, did you secretly use my shampoo again today?"

She raised her finger and pointed at Ling Bei, but she looked into his eyes with an inexplicable smile.