On the day of the blind date, the heir of a wealthy family pulled me to get the certificate.

My sister trusts Zhan Yin more than she trusts her.

He also told the embarrassing story about her stealing the wine from Lord Jingzao when she was a child.

Zhan Yin looked at Haitong, and that look made Haitong want to find a hole in the ground to get in.

"Sister, how many years ago did that happen, and you still brought it up to tell me."

He still said it in front of Zhan Yin.

Hai Ling said with a smile: "You climbed into bed and slept all day after eating that day. You obviously can't hold alcohol, but you still like to drink. After drinking, you sleep in a daze."

"Zhan Yin, you can just remember it, there is no big event to celebrate, so don't let her drink."

Zhan Yin pursed his lips and smiled, and replied: "Sister, I remember."

Hai Ling talked about the past, and after everyone laughed for a while, the sadness was washed away a lot.

Divorce is divorce, no big deal.

The earth will not stop its rotation just because of missing someone, and without Zhou Honglin, she, Hailing, will live well.

Walking out of the hotel, Hai Ling looked up at the black sky, then turned to greet his sister and his wife: "Come on, my sister invites you to have a late-night snack, no, it's breakfast, to celebrate in advance that my sister will become single again."

It's five o'clock in the morning.

Haitong and Zhan Yin exchanged glances, but did not reject her sister's proposal.

The three of them went to have breakfast, and Zhan Yin drove his aunt back to Guangming Community before he took his wife home.

By the time we got home, it was daylight.

"Mr. Zhan."

When Zhan Yin looked at her, Haitong said gratefully: "Mr. Zhan, thank you."

Zhan Yin stepped in front of Hai Tong, stretched out his hands, and held her arms. When she looked up, he pressed her into his arms, hugged her fiercely, then let go of her hands, slightly Pushing her away, looking down at her, he said gently, "We are husband and wife, don't be so polite to me."

Hai Tong looked at him for a moment, then suddenly put his arms around his neck, and offered to send a sweet kiss.

Who knew that Zhan Yin didn't domineeringly turn against customers as usual, but covered her mouth, locked her with burning black eyes, and asked her in a low voice: "You kiss me, is it a reward, or you like me, so you kiss me?" of?"

Haitong blinked, "If you want to kiss, I will kiss you. I didn't think too much about it."

"If you regard kissing me as a reward...I can barely accept it, but I still feel uncomfortable."

He wanted to say that she took the kiss as a reward for him, but he refused.

When the words came to his lips, he changed his mouth again.

I'm afraid that if I said something like that, she wouldn't kiss him in the future, just like the first time she went to his company to pick him up from get off work, he said something about her, until now, she hasn't been to his company again.

Sometimes this girl is so serious that she makes him jump.

After thinking for a while, Hai Tong said, "I don't know why I kissed you, but I just feel that I can't help it. If I want to kiss you, I will kiss you. If you think I kiss you as a reward , I have nothing to say."

She also touched Zhan Yin's face, "Go and clean the black 'birthmark' on your face, it affects your beauty too much."

"I'm a man, don't praise me with beauty."

"How did you clean it?"

"Cleans up with water and soap."

Zhan Yin asked again: "How many milliliters of water and soap should I use? How long will it take to wash it off?"

Hai Tong frowned, and said to him: "You are in the bathroom in your room, and you wash it in front of the mirror. You can't see the blackness after washing, so you can wash it clean. If you ask such a low IQ question, it will lower your IQ." Your IQ."

Zhan Yin pursed his lips and remained silent, staring straight at Hai Tong with those dark eyes.

After being stared at by him for a while, Hai Tong came to his senses, and asked him tentatively: "Mr. Zhan, don't you want me to wash your face for you?"

"I blacked my face for your sake."

Meaning, she should be responsible.

Hai Tong was tongue-tied, why did she feel that this man had become a bit shameless and rascal?

"Okay, I'll clean it up for you, who told you to paint your face black because of me, you should paint your whole face black, and then draw a crescent moon on your forehead, and you can still be Bao Gong again. "

While talking, Hai Tong dragged him towards the kitchen.

Zhan Yin followed her steps and stopped after taking two steps. He frowned and asked Haitong, "Why did you enter the kitchen?"

"There is water in the kitchen. Your room is my forbidden area. I am never allowed to step a step. If I don't take you to the kitchen, how can I help you wash your face? Or you wait here, and I will get a towel and wash it wet, and then help you wash your face." Wipe it and see if you can clean it."

Zhan Yin: "..."

He picked up a rock and hit his own foot, which still hurt so much that the bones in his toes were about to be broken.

After a moment of silence, he said calmly, "The washroom in my room has my usual men's facial cleanser, which should be able to wash off these pen oils, too."

With that said, he turned around and walked towards his room.

After pushing open the door, he turned his head and ordered Haitong: "Come here and help me clean my face!"

Haitong let out a cry, and walked over and said: "Zhan Yin, you asked me to come in, but I didn't break in by myself. If we two quarrel in the future, you can't use this as an accusation against me." .”

"I have always kept my promises and acted according to the agreement."

Zhan Yin's face was filled with dark lines, and when she got close, he couldn't help flicking her forehead, and said to her, "Do you really hope that we will quarrel in the future?"

"After getting along for a long time, there will always be quarrels. Is there any couple who doesn't quarrel?"

She was slandering her in her heart, especially because his mind was as small as the eye of a needle, and whenever there was a conflict, he would vent his anger on her WeChat account, delete it, delete it, and then not go home, and had a cold war with her.

She really couldn't guarantee that the two of them would no longer have conflicts in the days to come.

Zhan Yin opened his mouth, but there was no way to refute.

With a dark face, he turned and walked into the bathroom.

Hai Tong whispered to his back: "What do you wash, it's still black after washing, darker than Bao Gong's face."

Zhan Yin suddenly stopped, turned to stare at her, and asked gloomily, "What are you muttering about?"

"I said you are very handsome. You are more handsome than an idol star. It would be a pity not to be a star. Otherwise, if you go to be a star, how about I be your manager? Guaranteed that you will be popular and earn a lot of money." , counting the money until my hands cramp."

Zhan Yin glared at her again, "Follow me!"

When he was deaf, he couldn't hear her speak ill of him behind his back.

Counting money until your hands cramp?He doesn't need to be a star, and the money he earns is enough for her to count until her hands cramp. If she wants to fill every corner of her room with money, it's fine!

Haitong followed him obediently and entered the bathroom in his room. She found that his bathroom was more spacious than hers, and there was a large bathtub that could accommodate two people. If she wanted to take a bath...

Uh?

She thought a little far, thought a little too much, and even went awry.

Haitong quickly stopped her wild thoughts.

Sure enough, I saw Zhan Yin taking off his clothes.

Isn't it washing your face?What is he doing undressing?

How should she react?Cover your face?scream?Or appreciate it with relish?