I Love You Every Time You Play

Jiang Youshu was stupid for a long time, a little unbelievable. After asking for the night twice, A Zhen refused. He didn't expect that A Zhen would take the initiative to mention it this time. Wouldn't it be... Was it stimulated by Qin Weiyu?

Seeing her staring straight at herself, Yan Anzhen sighed silently, bent over and lifted the bag on the ground, and said quietly: "Go in, it's cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold."

She then regained her senses and led people into the house.

Yan Anzhen changed her slippers, walked to the living room, did not see Qin Weiyu, and asked Jiang Youshu, "Where is your...person?" Did you leave?

Jiang Youshu smiled at her and said, "No, I sleep in the bedroom."

Yan Anzhen lowered her eyes, her tone was calm: "What are you going to do?"

"What else can I do, let her live here for the time being." Jiang Youshu tilted his head, his eyes were clear and calm, without any other thoughts. "Anyway, I usually live in the staff dormitory, and it is empty and empty here. , It just so happens that the light rain can help clean up. Now she needs a place where she can think about the future. I can't get her out."

Yan Anzhen nodded silently, without saying anything.

Jiang Youshu pointed to the bathroom and said, "Then you should go take a warm bath, and I'll turn on the air conditioner for you."

Yan Anzhen took out a jar of honey from the bag and said, "I'll make sober soup first."

Jiang Youshu hurriedly said: "No, I'll do it, you first go take a bath."

Yan Anzhen's eyes grew meaningful again: "Let drunk people make sober soup for themselves?"

"..." Jiang Youshu had to bite the bullet and said, "Well then."

Yan Anzhen took honey, carried a small bag, and walked into the kitchen. During this time, Jiang Youshu had been leaning against the kitchen door, watching her sweetheart busy for herself, as if she had returned to the half month of A Zhenwei’s feet. Warm and sweet, although only for a moment.

Jiang Youshu drank the hangover soup and urged Yan Anzhen to take a bath. He entered a bedroom, turned on the air conditioner, and looked at the neatly cleaned bed by the hourly workers. No one puts a skull-patterned duvet cover on the bed. Sleeping here, the wind blowing from the air conditioner feels like a yin wind.

Jiang Jiang’s house has a master bedroom and two guest bedrooms. Before Jiang Youshu slept in the master bedroom, he had already replaced the sheets, quilt covers and pillowcases with normal colors and patterns. Knowing this, you should work harder to change the guest bedroom.

Let Ah Zhen sleep in the master bedroom.

Jiang Youshu made up his mind and ran to the master bedroom again and turned on the air conditioner. At the same time, the sound of water was coming from the bathroom. She was still holding the remote control in her hand, clenched tightly, her fingertips were bluish white, and her willpower was faltering.

A lot of things happened all of a sudden today, one after another, so she didn't breathe for a moment.

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and the ancients sincerely don't deceive me.

Although she really wants to warm up and sleep with A Zhen, she still can't be too presumptuous. She has to consider her acceptance. If she can't come up, let her family sleep with herself. The confession is disturbed. It's not another night. . If she really couldn't help it, she would throw away this old face, saying she had a nightmare, and begging A Zhen to divide the bed for her.

Obviously it's your own home, Jiang Youshu, you are really embarrassed. She covered her face silently.

After Yan Anzhen was washed, she took her changed clothes and went out of the bathroom. Jiang Youshu, who was waiting anxiously on the sofa, jumped up and looked at her, and stayed straight.

Yan Anzhen's hair is still a little wet after taking a shower, her eyes are very quiet, her eyes are like the surface of water washed by the spring rain, and she is incredibly clean. She is like a goddess in the mist, her face suddenly indistinct, it seems She will disappear in the world in the next second, but the tear mole at the corner of her eye really confuses her. She is constantly switching between the goddess and the witch, and the half of the delicate collarbone exposed under the round collar is even more for that. Rarely seen charm adds oil and jealousy.

Jiang Youshu licked his dry lips, feeling the blood all over his body rushing.

And... And... Ah Zhen is so big...

The hand holding the clothes revealed a small section of jade-white arms, dangling Jiang Youshu's eyes, and more dreamlike things stretched inward along that arm, all hidden under the pajamas.

Her beauty, her flirting, her temptation, all hooked her.

Every cell in the body was clamoring to eat her.

Jiang Youshu subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, fearing that there would be nosebleeds coming out later.

Seeing her silly look, Yan Anzhen suddenly felt that the muffled air that had lingered on her chest after seeing Qin Weiyu had dissipated a little.

She curled her lips slightly, then pressed it down quickly, stepped forward and touched Jiang Youshu's head, and said warmly, "Are you so surprised? Haven't you seen many women come out of the shower?"

Jiang Youshu heard the first half of the sentence and wanted to nod drunkly. When he heard the second half of the sentence, he immediately woke up, the alarm bell in his head, hurriedly shook his head, and said: "Don't slander me, A Zhen, I have only seen you wearing pajamas. Look like." Fortunately, Qin Weiyu is not here, she wants to shake off the pot that Jiang Jiang is holding on her head.

Yeah?

Yan Anzhen continued to speak softly, her tone becoming softer and slower: "Then, did Qin Weiyu go to bed without a bath just now?"

Jiang Youshu: "..."

A Zhen... isn't she jealous? ? ? ? ?

Jiang Youshu was shocked and said, "That's different."

Yan Anzhen didn't ask any more about the difference, she just touched her cheek with her hand, fingers hooked a few strands of curled hair, and said faintly: "You go wash it, I have something to tell you after washing."

"Wait a moment." Jiang Youshu went to the bathroom and took out the hairdryer, and smiled at Yan Anzhen, "I'll help you dry your hair."

Yan Anzhen walked over and said, "No."

Jiang Youshu avoided her hand that wanted to take the hair dryer, and said, "It is an honor to use it to blow the hair for Professor Yan."

"Greasy mouth," she said, with little smiles in her eyes.

Afraid of making Qin Weiyu noisy, Jiang Youshu closed the door. The two of them were in the small bathroom. Jiang Youshu was behind Yan Anzhen, pulling up her long black hair with one hand, and holding a hair dryer in the other hand to calculate the distance and blow slowly. NS.

She looked at the two of them in the mirror, the water vapor condensing on the mirror had not completely dissipated, and she could only vaguely see the two figures close together, without looking carefully, as if they were hugging each other.

"I want to blow your hair every day." She sighed softly.

Yan Anzhen heard the voice, but was overwhelmed by the sound of the hair dryer, so she raised her volume and asked, "What?"

Jiang Youshu didn't hear her words.

After Jiang Youshu finished blowing her hair, he touched it and felt it was almost dry, so he put the hair dryer away, and when he leaned over, he heard Yan Anzhen ask: "Are you tired?"

She set up the hair dryer, turned around and frowned, with an aggrieved look, and said, "A Zhen's hair is so long, and it's so tiring after drying."

Yan Anzhen squeezed her face, thinking that this is almost a habit, and the round face is too soft and easy to pinch, and said: "Then you wash it quickly, and I will blow it for you after washing."

Jiang Youshu smiled: "Okay."

Originally, she didn’t plan to wash her hair today. After all, it was a brain that had been soaked in alcohol. After the excitement, she would leave a lingering fatigue. In addition, she wanted to know what Ah Zhen wanted to say to her, thinking Hurry up and get out, but if A Zhen wants to blow her hair, then she doesn't mind washing her hair.

It was almost eleven o'clock after her hair came out after washing her hair.

Yan Anzhen Yiyan blew her hair, she drew the wet hair into strands before her forehead, and said, "Why are you avoiding my sight all the time?"

After she came out, Yan Anzhen didn't look at her seriously, as if there was something shameful on her body, avoiding it.

Yan Anzhen stared at the back of her head, and finally relaxed from the tension that was just now. She sighed silently and said, "I don't have one." With a "click", she pressed the button of the hair dryer.

Jiang Youshu's questions were engulfed in the buzzing sound of the hair dryer.

Yan Anzhen blew her hair in silence, her eyes gloomy and unclear.

This is not the same as her occasional dry mouth to Yuanyuan in the past.

Besides, when Yuanyuan was taking a bath, she received a text message. When she saw the sender's name, her chest heaved violently.

... She can't see the round body.

The silence at the moment after blowing the hair spreads among the two of them.

Jiang Youshu thought, here comes.

She turned her head, smiled, and said, "Didn't you tell me something?"

Yan Anzhen saw her smile, her heart tightened, and then said: "Said on the bed."

Jiang Youshu:? ? ? ? ?

Jiang Youshu: Is it so exciting?

Jiang Youshu pretended to tweak, and said shyly: "You seem to be a little active tonight, A Zhen."

Yan Anzhen looked down, seeming to be tacitly aware.

She just...want to find a reason to cover Yuanyuan's body. Continue to expose the fragrant and attractive Yuanyuan to the light after the shower, she may...spit up.

It can't go on like this.

Yan Anzhen walked into the master bedroom where Jiang Youshu had turned on the air conditioner for her, glanced at her, and said, "I'm just going to sleep in the guest bedroom. This is your room, right."

When Jiang Youshu thought of the bed sheet in the guest bedroom, his scalp became numb, and he quickly said: "Just go to bed here, besides, you don't want to go to bed with me-it doesn't matter where you sleep, I'm all next to you. ."

Yan Anzhen glanced at her meaningfully, but her eyes were regular, and she didn't glance down at all, as if she had only her head left to look at.

"Turn off the lights first." Yan Anzhen retracted his gaze and said softly.

Jiang Youshu's throat tightened, and he said dumbly, "Okay."

She bounced over and turned off the lights, and the room fell into the deep. Only a faint luminous light penetrated through the curtains, as if the curtains were shining.

Jiang Youshu climbed onto the bed in the dark and lifted the quilt, vaguely seeing another person lying quietly on the side.

Oh my god, this is not together yet, do you have to share the same bed.

Jiang Youshu slowed his breathing and lay down honestly, listening to his heartbeat beating the drum.

In this thick night, there is a sweet and charming fragrance permeating.

Thousands of bullet screens flashed across Jiang Youshu's mind.

What should I say? Why is Ah Zhen so proactive? Is she inviting me? Or is she going to...confess? Still waiting for her to confess? Isn't she abrupt confession now? But there is Qin Weiyu in this house. She doesn't want to face a third person when they wake up on the first day together, let alone Jiang Jiang's little lover...

Before she could figure out a clue, Yan Anzhen spoke, unable to see her expression clearly, her voice was quiet, like the surface of the sea blowing by the night breeze, with subtle ripples.

"I know what happened to your company this afternoon."

Jiang Youshu: "..."

The author has something to say: Jiang Youshu: Look at my body, want to vomit? ? ? ? ? ? ? I thought you were shy! ! !

Yan Anzhen: Sorry, Yuanyuan.

Jiang Youshu (Liang Dao): Who is it? ! Who sent you the text message? !

Yan Anzhen: It's... the person who caused my heart knot.