She sent a message to Meng Chengmao asking: When will you come back?
It took a long time for Meng Chengmao to reply: three days.
Sheng Yiman immediately put down his cell phone and got under the quilt. In fact, Meng Chengmao was very busy most of the time. Sheng Yiman could rarely stay with him even if he lived in the rose garden.
And he spent most of the time with her doing that, and Sheng Yiman sometimes wondered if he was with her just for this.
One night three days later, Meng Chengmao finally came back. He rubbed his temples, looked at Sheng Yiman with a tired face, and said: Why haven't you slept yet?
Waiting for you, Sheng Yiman ran over to take off his clothes. As soon as he got close to him, he smelled the strong smell of alcohol. Sheng Yiman frowned. Meng Chengmao originally thought that she would scold him, but no, he only heard her soft voice. The voice said: Is it uncomfortable?
Meng Chengmao said in a hoarse voice: Not bad.
He looked at the person with low eyebrows who was unbuttoning his tie. The light shone dimly on her body, exuding a gentle aura. In the huge house, there was another person waiting for him with the light on. Meng Chengmao thought, Maybe this is the harbor that I have been looking for for a long time.
Why aren't you sleeping yet? Meng Chengmao gently stroked her cheek and said.
Aren’t you asleep too? Sheng Yiman didn't want to be disturbed by him coming back in the middle of the night when he fell asleep, so she just waited for him to come back and get together again
Meng Chengmao bent over, rested his chin on her shoulder, squinted his eyes, and said lazily: Next time you feel sleepy, you can sleep first, you know? Meng Chengmao's work situation is not fixed, and the time when he comes back varies, so Sheng Yiman doesn't know how long he will have to wait, and Meng Chengmao doesn't want her to sleep poorly because she is waiting for him.
Meng Chengmao's body was leaning against hers. Sheng Yiman said nothing to what he said. He only said that he should go and wash up quickly. If it continued like this, it would be daybreak and he wouldn't be able to sleep.
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In the morning, Sheng Yiman was concentrating on making noodles in the kitchen. She was humming a song and scalding the noodles in the pot with chopsticks. Suddenly, she held her waist with both hands and pressed her strong chest against hers. He put his face close to her cheek, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet, and said in a sleepy voice: Just leave these matters to Sister Chen.
Sheng Yiman turned off the heat, turned around and said: But I want you to have a taste of my craftsmanship.
Meng Chengmao squinted his eyes and leaned against her lap. His breath was very light and itchy on her neck. Sheng Yiman held his face and looked at his sleepy look. He couldn't help but be stunned. In fact, she was very She likes to see him like this, he feels... very cute, like a puppy, clinging to her body.
Thinking of this, Sheng Yiman couldn't help laughing.
Meng Chengmao clicked his tongue and said: What are you thinking about again? Smiling so happily? He said and hugged her tightly again.
Oh, please let go. How can I make food like this? Sheng Yiman was so hugged by him that he didn’t even know what to do.
Leave it to Sister Chen. I want you to hug me. Meng Chengmao became childish at this time and hugged Sheng Yiman without letting go.
Yu Chengmao.
Um.
Helpless, seeing that he refused to let go, Sheng Yiman could only let him hold her, and turned around to do it himself. Meng Chengmao stayed behind and followed her, not causing trouble, but just holding her.
Finally, Sheng Yiman asked him to wait outside. She was going to bring the noodles and let him witness her good cooking skills.
Sheng Yiman brought it to him and looked at him expectantly. She thought it should be good. Who doesn't know how to cook noodles? It's easy.
Meng Chengmao looked at her nervously as he looked at the noodles with no appetite at all. Seeing her looking forward to it, he decided to try it himself. Unexpectedly, as soon as he put it into his mouth and ate it, Meng Chengmao almost spit it out.
Is it too sweet? Who puts sugar in noodles, Meng Chengmao thought to himself.
Is it tasty? Sheng Yiman said that this was her first time making noodles, so it should be good.
Um.........you try it? , It tastes terrible, Meng Chengmao looked at her and said.
Sheng Yiman didn't believe it. She tasted it and almost vomited it out. She looked at Meng Chengmao and looked at her as if he were laughing and said angrily: Why are you like this?
What's wrong with me? Meng Chengmao looked at her funny and said.
Sheng Yiman said: If it doesn’t taste good, don’t tell me.
Meng Chengmao said: "If it doesn't taste good, don't let anyone tell you anything."
Sheng Yiman said: "Then why do you have to endure it all if it doesn't taste good?"
Meng Chengmao said: If it doesn’t taste good, it doesn’t taste good. Why force it?
Sheng Yiman said: That means you don't care about me, and you don't even want to finish eating.
Meng Chengmao smiled, stared at the noodles on the plate and said: Do you care about you after eating this?
Sheng Yiman stopped talking.
Meng Chengmao pinched her face and said: Where did you learn these fallacies? You still eat them and you don't care whether you eat them or not?
Sheng Yiman muttered: I learned it from TV series.
Meng Chengmao burst into laughter upon hearing this, walked to her, picked her up and said: There are many more things in the TV series, why don't you learn them?
Sheng Yiman raised his eyes and asked: What else?
Meng Chengmao didn't say anything, but just carried the person to the room. Sheng Yiman struggled, looked at the noodles not far away and said: That food...
Lost it, do you really want me to eat that unpalatable noodles?
All right.
Soon Sheng Yiman's voice came from the room: Meng Chengmao, this is what you said you should learn on TV, you lied to me.
Meng Chengmao: Everyone has seven emotions and six desires, and TV is no exception.
Sheng Yiman: Don’t be so high-sounding, you’re a big liar!
Be good, don't move...
Yu Chengmao.
What's wrong, little ancestor?
You pressed my hair...
It was really annoying, but after all, Yu Chengmao still pushed her hair to one side.
Meng Chengmao, don’t pull my clothes...
Meng Chengmao, don’t bite anyone......
Meng Chengmao, you... When Sheng Yi wanted to call him again, he suddenly lost his voice, and only intermittent sounds were heard.
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