Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

"I'll feed you." Shangshang smiled and sat up.

Chang Mian smiled when she heard the words: "I thought you were going to tell me to feed you."

"It's okay, I'll feed you, you feed me, men and women are matched, and work is not tiring." With a smile on the corner of her mouth, she sat up with her hands on the bed sheet, sat face to face with him, and leaned on his body, The movements are natural and intimate.

When he saw it, he suddenly smiled, and his chin twitched: "Then you can feed me."

He shook his hands that had been bandaged by her, and the smile on his lips paused when the phone on the other side rang. Chang Chang lowered his head and took out the phone from his pocket, answered a call, and only after hanging up did he say to Chang Mianhuo: " It's Li Xiang, he wants to invite me to dinner on New Year's Day."

Chang Mian snorted softly, took a small spoon and stuffed it into her hand, without saying a word.

Shangshang really fed him porridge with a bowl, and said while feeding him: "But I will be a bridesmaid on New Year's Day. I don't have time to eat with him, so I refused. I will call grandma later, and I won't call again after I come back." Call her old man."

"Even though it's grandma, you don't have to get too close." I don't know if it's my grandma. If not, it's a waste of affection. When the family affection grows, but it's just a dream, she will inevitably feel sad again.

Changshang didn't take his words seriously, the two of them ate their fill and lay down directly to sleep. Both were sleepy and tired, and soon both fell asleep.

This sleep went straight to more than six o'clock in the evening.

After waking up, his emotions have returned to normal. He always does that, unless he really exceeds the bottom line he can bear, otherwise he will always make himself look so strong.

He still didn't say a word about what happened yesterday, and she didn't dare to uncover his scars.Let that pain stay in yesterday forever.

After another day of rest, they went to Beijing together to prepare for Fu Hong and Yang Yang's wedding.

This winter is bitterly cold, dry and cold.

Chang Mian was wearing a white windbreaker with a stand-up collar, but it was wrapped in a fiery red scarf. With his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, he could vaguely see the edges of the red gloves.

Standing on the busy street, he lowered his body slightly, asking the woman beside him to put the scarf back on him.

"Okay, handsome." Handsome and charming.

Chang Chang was wearing a fiery red windbreaker and a white swan wool scarf, holding his hand.

The two walked quietly on the street, sometimes stopping, she nestled in his arms, pointing to the beautiful clothes or eye-catching things in the closet by the street, commenting, he listened quietly, sometimes echoing a few words.

They obviously didn't do anything serious, but just strolled in the streets and alleys like this, but both of them felt unusually satisfied in their hearts, looking forward to such a leisurely and warm little day, which would last forever.

It's just a pity that when you walk into a coffee house, you can meet people you don't want to meet.

"Shangshang, long time no see." Sitting across from Huang Changyun, Nanbei accidentally saw Changshang and Chang Mian, and shook his hand to greet them.