When Feng Yiping arrived home at night, it was very late. Most people should be preparing to rest. Of course, those who have rich arrangements at night should be preparing to go out.

The lights in the living room were softly tuned, and a documentary of delicious food was playing on the TV, and the sound was very good.

The speaker was on, and I couldn't tell what piano music it was. It was gentle, soft and comfortable.

Hearing the footsteps, Huang Jingping poked her head from the sofa and looked at Feng Yiping with a smile in her eyes, "Oh, I'm back,"

"Well," Feng Yiping sat on the sofa and found that she was lying on the sofa. She was too lazy to get up at this time, and there were a few fashion magazines scattered around her hands.

"I'll have a few meetings tonight," Feng Yiping straightened her bent feet, put them on his thighs, rubbed them on his face, "I'll be busy again tomorrow,"

"If you're too busy, you won't have to come back tonight," Huang Jingping said with a smile.

Feng Yiping couldn't help but say that, just now, if you really don't come back tonight, you will still be as happy as you are now.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? I think, there seems to be something left at night."

Huang Jingping stood up while Feng Yiping grabbed his feet that had been wandering in front of him for a few times, "Wait,"

He watched her toenails dyed blue, "You are a very leisurely time," he said.

"Otherwise, should I hold a light Luo fan and look at the Alpine Weaver Star?" Huang Jingping said with a smile.

"Or, after the evening of wine, look in the diamond glasses to describe thinness?"

"Or, look at the aromatic candle and shed tears until dawn?"

"Or, sitting in the backyard and looking at the moon in the sky, thinking of you as a full moon, and the light shines every night?"

Feng Yiping was stunned for a while. How sad are you?

He glanced at the fashion magazines on the sofa, then at the food programs on TV, and listened to the music that made people feel very comfortable...

Is this completely incompatible?

You are still wearing pajamas, is this obviously a scene of enjoying a rare leisure time?

If you want to show grief, you should at least arrange a scene that will appear miserable and miserable.

Oh, you probably didn't hear me coming back in advance, so you didn't have time to clean up?

However, it is obviously unwise to find these problems at this time.

It is conceivable that if you say those things, she will have at least ten words waiting for you.

Haven't you even memorized so many poems?

"It was Li Qingzhao's after the evening of the wine, but the description of thinness in the diamond glass is a poem in the Dream of Red Mansions. Li Qingzhao's poem should be that people are thinner than yellow flowers."

Humph, should I forget that I am a writer?

Now, Huang Jingping was stunned. This is not the script I thought.

However, she immediately became angry, turned over, pressed Feng Yiping on the sofa, and pinched his neck with her hands, "Can I just read Dream of Red Mansions?"

"Also, aren't these two sentences consistent?"

Do you still dare to say something if you want to kill someone? "Okay, very good, very good, very good, very good, very good,"

But his attitude made Huang Jingping, who had originally written the script and rehearsed it silently several times. She wanted to have a good time with him, was very unhappy.

Yes, there is a kind of discomfort, that is, when you are actively preparing for a quarrel, the person you are bound to not argue with you.

That is roughly equivalent to the depression you have checked a lot of information and are preparing to argue with someone about a problem that you have been arguing about for a long time. As a result, he was depressed when he said lightly, "Oh, is that right? That's what you are right."

Huang Jingping was like this at this time. She was so depressed that she wanted to hit her head, so she hit Feng Yiping's head against the sofa.

While striking, he roared hysterically, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Feng Yiping cooperated very appropriately, "Hiss, it hurts so much... it hurts..."

He at least knew when to coax it.

He knew very well that Huang Jingping would definitely not feel well now.

It's not just because the three of them were together for the first time at noon
Chapter completed!