With a heart that was beating fast, Zhang Zifeng was wearing clothes while paying attention to the movement outside.

Unfortunately, there is no movement at all.

Since she just entered the bathroom, she couldn't hear any sound outside. Is it because the sound insulation effect is too good?

Zhang Zifeng still felt something was wrong about what he said just now, but at the same time, he was very nervous.

After Wang Qing was discovered when he first came to the door, that night, her mother had a long talk with her and talked about many strange topics.

For example, what you can't get is always in agitation. The harder a man can get what he can get, the more he will cherish it after getting it.

But am I giving it for free now? But if I don’t want to, he shouldn’t ignore my feelings, right? If you don’t wait to go out, let him go back.

The questions in my heart emerged one after another, and there were more and more strange contents, which made Zhang Zifeng's already blushing cheeks even redder because of a hot bath. He only felt that his qi and blood were surging.

With this feeling, she put on her pajamas that looked very childish but extremely conservative, and nervously opened the bathroom door.

I looked at the living room carefully, and there was no one there.

Zhang Zifeng frowned unconsciously and calmed down and listened carefully.

It was quiet and there was no sound in the whole room.

Could it be that Wang Qing has left?

Is the clown actually me? The other party didn’t plan to stay at all?

Although he had just thought about letting Wang Qing leave after coming out, now that he saw that the other party was really leaving, Zhang Zifeng became a little depressed again.

Come on, I don’t have enough charm.

It was obvious that I had to cherish it for a long time when I held a hand and hugged it. Now she gave Wang Qing a chance to experience the life of living together, but she really didn't appreciate it at all?

"call--"

Thinking of this in my heart, Zhang Zifeng's breathing became more severe and heavier. This was anger.

Fortunately, she washed her hair deliberately.

Looking at the empty living room, Zhang Zifeng turned his head angrily and walked towards the bedroom. His slippers "took" on the floor, making a clattering sound.

But soon, when she came to the bedroom, her footsteps stopped instantly.

Under the dim light on the bed, Wang Qing, who should have left in Zhang Zifeng's heart, was leaning against the bed, lowering his head, as if he was asleep.

With her eyes wide open, she looked at Wang Qing. After a moment of silence for a second or two, she slowly moved her body to approach him, her steps were very light to avoid making the sound just now.

"I'm really asleep."

When he came to the bed and carefully observed Wang Qing leaning against the bed, Zhang Zifeng thought to himself.

Just squatting beside the bed, she looked up and stared at Wang Qing's face carefully.

It has been a while since I was so good, I have observed this guy up close.

Like a carved face, it has edges and corners on its face, but it is as handsome as before, and it is much more mature than what I saw at the beginning.

However, the skin is not as good as before, and the color is deeper. It seems that I have been basking in the sun for filming during this period.

After careful observation, Wang Qing had fallen into a dream, the fatigue between his eyebrows had not yet dissipated, making his eyebrows frown tightly, as if he was troubled by something upset.

Thanks for your hard work...

As she muttered in her heart, she unconsciously stretched out her delicate fingers to smooth out the wrinkles between his eyebrows, but as soon as she touched them, she felt Wang Qing's body tremble slightly.

Immediately next to my fingers, the tightly closed eyes opened, with laziness and fatigue in their eyes.

“Have you washed?”

The thin and pursed lips slightly opened, and a warm voice came from Wang Qing's mouth.

Innocent blinking, Zhang Zifeng's arm was still stuck in the air, and her fingers were even lightly pressed against his eyebrows.

"Ah...ah yes, it's washed." Zhang Zifeng came to his senses and replied in a low voice, unconsciously letting it go very small, and he felt embarrassed to withdraw his hand.

"I thought I could lean on it for a while, but I didn't expect to go to bed." Wang Qing seemed to have not cared about her movements just now, stretched and sat straight.

I was really tired, but after sniffing for such a short while, although it was not enough for an hour to fully recover his mental state, it also solved the urgent problem.

Looking at his appearance, Zhang Zifeng suggested: "Why don't you go to bed just now."

I used to think that this guy was just an iron man and wouldn't be tired no matter how hard he was.

But I didn't expect there would be such an opportunity to see him look so tired.

But this really made her feel a little distressed.

"It's okay, I'm okay." Wang Qing waved his hand and stood up, looking at her wet hair. "When I was cleaning the room just now, I saw a hair dryer, I'll help you blow your hair."

"No, I myself..."

Just as Zhang Zifeng was about to refuse, he saw Wang Qing coming with a hairdryer, and the words he said stopped suddenly.

After plugging in the socket and turning on the power, Wang Qing first opened it and tried the wind speed, then sat on the edge of the bed and patted the position next to her, signaling her to sit down.

The well-behaved did not refuse anymore, and Zhang Zifeng sat next to him.

"I used to think about my future life occasionally."

Holding the hair dryer, Wang Qing rubbed her hair with his hands while speaking like a memory, "I think if I have a wife in the future, after she finishes washing her hair, I must find an opportunity to help her blow her hair, just like now."

The gentle voice told warm words, which made Zhang Zifeng's heart calm down, which was originally a little nervous because of the lonely man and the widow. "Then... what other fantasies do you have besides this?"

"Of course there are still many things, such as picking up children to and from school."

Wang Qing chuckled, his hands were very gentle, "Every time I passed by kindergartens or primary schools, I always thought that if I got married and had children in the future, I would definitely pick them up and drop them off every day."

"I don't know if there will be a chance at that time. I will talk about some parents' family issues and children's grades at the school gate," he said.

"That should be difficult, after all, this is our profession."

Although she is still a big girl in yellow, now when Zhang Zifeng and Wang Qing talk about these things, they have no shy thoughts at all. Instead, they are immersed in his fantasy. "If we appear at the school gate, it will probably cause great trouble to the school."

"But if you go to school and get off, you can buy a car, and no one else can see it when you sit in the car."

"Too."

Wang Qing nodded understandingly, while helping her dry her hair, while talking about the future. Although the two of them spent not very long time together than many couples and couples, they had an inexplicable tacit understanding.

There is a feeling of déjà vu from an old couple.
Chapter completed!