I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 348 Boyfriend, Good Night
Lying on the bed, Su Shao almost buried her face in the pillow and smiled.

She was afraid that if she didn't bury her face in the pillow, her laughter would be heard by the "boyfriend" next door. After all, the laughter was really loud
Up to now, Su Shao still can't believe it.

Just so inexplicably, he knocked on Song Yan's door. Although nothing happened, she became his girlfriend, and he admitted it himself.

It cannot be said that nothing happened.

She kissed him forcefully.

Su Shao stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it lightly around her lips.

The fresh scent of mint is still there!
She took out her mobile phone from under the pillow, and she wanted to share with Nan Yixi something worth applauding and applauding.

The number was dialed, but no one answered after ringing for a long time.

Su Shao glanced at the time displayed on the screen, it was almost twelve o'clock!
Nan Yixi's work and rest habits have never been very good, could it be that he fell asleep?Still in the Canyon of Kings?

She didn't continue to call, and sent a wechat voice message to briefly explain the situation, and then switched back to the chat page.

The first chat box is a simple avatar in pure black, and the remarks are: brother.

That was Song Yan's WeChat ID.

Su Shao clicked on it, and couldn't hold back the joy in her heart and started sending messages.

SS: Brother, are you asleep yet?
SS: What can I do? I can't sleep?My wife is so happy!

SS: Boyfriend?Why ignore your little girlfriend?
After Song Yan came out of the shower, he watched the screen of his mobile phone next to his computer flickering, sending one message after another.

He didn't have to think about it, and he knew who sent it.

Go to the table and pick up the phone.

SY: I just went to take a shower.

After waiting for a while, there was no reply from the other party.

Song Yan was going to put down the phone first, and finish processing the files on the computer.

Just as the phone was about to touch the table, it suddenly vibrated.

Song Yan naturally held the phone in his hand again, and turned off the computer by the way.

WeChat reminder is a picture.

Little wild cat: [picture]

Little Wild Cat: The moon is closed today, so I'm here to say good night to my brother.

The picture is Su Shao's selfie.

She was wearing a wine red suspender dress, half leaning on the head of the bed, stretching out her hand to make a gesture next to her small face.

The photo reveals the charm and softness of a young girl, yet lively and playful.

Song Yan could feel her joy through the screen.

SY: Good night.

Little Wild Cat: I can't sleep, I miss my boyfriend!Wondering if my boyfriend misses me?
Su Shao held the mobile phone, huddled under the blanket and frantically raised the corners of his mouth.

It turns out that this is the feeling of love.

It turns out that waiting for the person you like to reply to your message is really looking forward to it all the time!
SY: Yes, go to sleep.

After getting the answer, Su Shao smiled contentedly. She sat up and tapped on the wall beside the bed with her knuckles.

"Da da da, da da"

Song Yan, who was sitting on the bed and watching his mobile phone, heard rhythmic knocking on the wall, so he couldn't help but look up.

Little Wildcat: Did you hear that?I just sent you a secret message.

SY: I don't understand.

Little Wildcat: I typed "Good night, boyfriend."

SY: It's getting late, good night.

Little Wild Cat: Who do you say good night to? (white eyes jpg)

Song Yan laughed.

His white fingertips were typing on the screen.

After a while, a message was sent.

Su Shao in the next room felt hot when he saw a line of words appearing on the dialog box.

SY: Little girlfriend, good night.

Su Shao didn't reply, but stuck the phone screen to her chest.

It's over, she's gone!

When the mobile phone was no longer receiving messages, Song Yan charged the mobile phone, then lifted the quilt and went to bed.

The sweet and soft breath lingered in front of his nose.

On the quilt is her smell, and on the pillow
Song Yan lay on the pillow that Su Shao held in his arms just now.

It smells good.

His fingers touched his lips involuntarily, and there was also her breath here.

Song Yan, who had just taken a cold shower, felt dryness rising in his throat again. He got up and picked up the teacup on the bedside, and drank the chamomile tea in it in one gulp.

It was only when he lay down again that he noticed that there was a light pink lip print on the edge of the teacup.
(End of this chapter)