Xia Yuan made his own choice, and the program finally came to an end.

Guo Xiaohua's life trajectory in the show has not changed, but there are no regrets.

After recording the show, a group of people outside the show agreed to go out for midnight snacks. When they returned to the hotel, it was already past 12 o'clock in the evening.

When he entered the room, Ying Sitong used his feet to hold the door around the room and looked at Xia Yuan with a thief smile.

Xia Yuan's heart tightened and an ominous premonition surged.

"Stop making trouble, it's so late."

Ying Sitong pouted coquettishly, "They didn't say anything. How do you know what I'm going to do?"

"Don't I know you yet?"

Xia Yuan took off his clothes and entered the bathroom. His voice came from inside, saying, "You must be hungry again."

"snort."

Unexpectedly, I was seen through so easily. A blush floated on my little eyes and my face was a little unhurried. Today I was running on the plane, got off the plane and headed straight to the recording site of the program. I felt a little tired and I couldn't help but feel a little hungry now. It was understandable to want to take advantage of the midnight snack.

Ying Sitong wrinkled her nose and muttered, "I haven't seen you for a long time. I can't even get tired of you?"

"Ying Sitong, I have seen through you. Are you tired of being tired? You are greedy for my body."

"snort!"

A cold snorted with resentment came from behind.

Xia Yuan, who was still brushing his teeth, looked at the angry face from the mirror, and found it funny and cute.

Then the back suddenly became warm, and Ying Sitong hugged him from behind.

"No, what about flowers (brushing teeth)"

Xia Yuan said vaguely.

"Hmph, you are not even cute."

Ying Sitong bulged her face, threw him down, and walked silently to the shower head next to her.

Xia Yuan's eyes were shocked.

"What are you going to do?"

"Take a shower and go to bed," Xiaoying began to hang her clothes on the shelf with disdain, then turned her face slightly, and her eyes turned, "It's just that you said you don't want to get tired of it. Don't greed for my body later."

"Ahem..." Xia Yuan almost sprayed a mouthful of water, "Are you just holding a grudge?"

Ying Sitong smiled and felt a little happy that she had succeeded in her plan.

It was at this moment that Xia Yuan looked her up and down with his eyes, making her blush slightly.

Ying Sitong quickly picked up a towel from the side to block his gaze.

Xia Yuan added silently, "But can you think of other ways? What's the best thing about a tablet?"

Ying Sitong was so angry that a towel hit his face, "Xia Yuan! Do you think your life is too long?"

...

Speaking of which, sometimes women are really a narrow-minded creature. They were just a joke, but Xia Yuan didn't say that she wouldn't suck Ying Sitong at night, but she took the sentence "Don't want to get tired of it" seriously.

After turning off the light, Xia Yuan wanted to warm her body. Just as he was about to hug her, Ying Sitong shook her shoulder to avoid it. After that, he added, "Who said that he didn't want to get tired of it?"

Xia Yuan felt angry and funny, and looked at Ying Sitong's back silently. Her long dark hair was hanging beside her, and there was a pleasant smell of shampoo.

Xia Yuan is a boy who has experienced many battles, and this situation is not the first time he has dealt with. Speaking of which, Ying Sitong is quite a coaxing type, as long as you are willing to work hard.

So he stretched out his hand again, but who knew that as soon as he touched Ying Sitong's finger, she patted her backhand.

"Hiss..."

Xia Yuan let out a cold hiss, knowing that the blood clan is deadly to shoot people.

After carefully examining the strength and pain level just now, he felt that there was still room for maneuver.

"Okay, I can compensate you, right? I'll compensate you for one of 20 this time."

After saying that, Xia Yuan tried to hook her with his feet. Since the attack on the upper body failed, otherwise he would change his routine.

Unfortunately, I hooked twice and couldn't touch where her feet were.

"Hmph, stingy, are you fooling around just 20?"

This time, Ying Sitong's little shoulders moved. Although her tone was still bad, being able to communicate was a good start.

Xia Yuan didn't give her a false alarm, "You just want to do it, right?"

"Hmph! You bite shit."

Ying Sitong immediately turned over, wrinkled her little nose, and then groaned at lightning speed and put his hand into his mouth.

Xia Yuan smiled proudly, and a numb feeling came over his wrist.

At the same time, a short leg was placed on him.

Haha, aren’t these short legs too self-conscious?

...

After having the midnight snack, Ying Sitong satisfies her back from behind, leans on him with satisfaction, and returns to the little bird's dependents.

I have to say that the blood clan’s temper comes quickly and goes quickly.

Xia Yuan was very tired when recording the program during the day. He just contributed a lot of tomato juice. Now he is tired and immediately in a state of sleepiness, with his eyelids fighting.

But Ying Sitong was quite energetic and pestered Xia Yuan and said something was wrong.

"Do you know, recently, chess and card games have become popular in the live broadcast room of game anchors."

“Isn’t chess and card games also a game?”

Xia Yuan closed his eyes and answered lazily. A little hallucination began to appear in his brain. Half of the door to the dream opened for him, calling him constantly.

"So I followed Feng and broadcast the bloody battle to the end yesterday."

"What? Mahjong?" Xia Yuan's eyes opened slightly, "When did you learn this thing?"

Mahjong is worthy of being the national treasure of China. Although I can’t remember when it was invented, it has a long history and Chinese people will definitely know it at home.

Xia Yuan didn’t know that Ying Sitong would do this before. He usually looks stupid and cute, but he can even have such a high-end entertainment product that tests IQ?

But if you think about it from another perspective, maybe as an anchor, it is easier to attract fans if you have a lower IQ?

"Look, this is the manifestation of your wife not caring about her. Even when your wife learns to play mahjong."

"..." Xia Yuan had nothing to say, only a genius knew when you learned it.

Besides, isn’t it normal for people unearthed from Shuchuan to play mahjong?

Ying Sitong smiled, "Actually, I learned it with my aunt during the time you were not at home."

Xia Yuan rolled his eyes silently in his heart and cursed the eighth generation of Zhang Shiting's family. Zhang Shiting, Zhang Shiting, what are you saying you are not good at teaching? He actually teaches people to gamble?

Is it easy for me to make how much money I have?

Don't guide the blood clan on a path of no return.

"Don't worry, I just play online, and my fans like watching my live broadcast."

"Okay, don't spend money randomly." Xia Yuan instructed, "Our family is not rich."

"I understand, is your wife the kind of prodigal girl?"

Xia Yuan opened his mouth, but for a while, he really didn't know how to answer her.

A few minutes later, just as he was gradually awakening, Ying Sitong fell asleep.

A slight snoring sounded behind him, Ying Sitong's hair was scattered aside, and a sweet smile was hanging on the corner of her mouth. She slammed it from time to time while sleeping.

Xia Yuan frowned a little depressedly, and reached out to pat Ying Sitong's face.

"Hey, no, this kind of person makes people excited but falls to sleep?"

"Hey, stop making trouble, you're playing cards."

Ying Sitong turned her body back to her face and opened Xia Yuan's hand with her eyes closed.

Xia Yuan looked at her quietly, muttering in his heart.

This person is still talking in his sleep when he falls asleep?

When did you develop this problem?

Just as he was confused, he heard Ying Sitong shouting with her eyes closed, "Don't move! Eighty thousand! No, all of them are touching each other!"

Xia Yuan almost laughed out loud.

This is probably called thinking about something on the day and dreaming about something on the night. It seems that Ying Sitong has indeed broadcasted many chess and card games in the past two days, and even dreaming about it.

Xia Yuan put his hand under his face, looked at her silently, and then thoughts moved and answered a sentence by a stranger.

"You've read it wrong. I'm not 80,000, but 10,000."
To be continued...