I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 172
Longding Bay, it's late at night.

Chuhe took the erhu home every day.

In the villa, Su Muyan was still broadcasting live.At first, she just told fans that she had written a book, but the live broadcast became hilarious and she started playing games.

Chu He squinted, your perfume will be poisonous sooner or later.

"Su Muzhu, go to the gym!" Chu He yelled directly, Su Mu didn't turn back his cigarette butt, and tapped the keyboard, "Wait a minute, the fans are so enthusiastic, they must watch me play games, hey, I'm really a country Take the first chicken king."

The audience sneered when they heard it.

"Compensation dating meow, please don't eat chicken, can you play 4399 mini-games?"

"I just want to read the novel, can you update it?"

"Get out and write novels, you have to remember, you are the author, why don't you feel better about being an author for a day?"

Su Muyan was embarrassed by the words, and said a little shyly: "So you like my novel so much, then I will write it right away!"

She finally downloaded it.

Chuhe shook his head, made dinner, and then fed Su Muyan again.

Su Muyan is also obsessed with typing, she is going to explode tonight.

While feeding her, Chuhe looked at her document: "You're a little high today, you have to control the rhythm, it's like sex, you take off your clothes first, it's too fast if you just go straight."

"Say it like you fucked."

"Farewell."

Chuhe doesn't feed anymore, whoever likes to feed him!
He took a shower and went to sleep, ignoring Su Muyan.

In the end, he didn't know when, Chuhe felt that someone had climbed onto the bed, and he could already smell the familiar body fragrance in his nostrils.

Undoubtedly, it was Su Muyan who came up. She probably finished writing the novel, got fit, and was going to sleep.

Chuhe just thought she was lazy and didn't want to go up to the second floor, but she was used to it anyway.

But tonight was a bit different, Su Muyan kept digging into her arms like an eel.

Chuhe was disturbed by her, so he said helplessly: "Can you stop drilling?"

"Wow, you pervert are still pretending to be asleep after waking up? You want to take advantage of me?" Su Muyan stared on the spot and got out of Chuhe's embrace.

Chuhe yawned big, turned over with the quilt in his arms and ignored her: "Get out."

Su Muyan snorted, and shook Chuhe: "Hey, I want to experiment with the warm feeling of brother-sister relationship, don't sleep yet, hug me and coax me to sleep."

Chuhe ignored him.

Su Muyan gasped: "Is sleeping better than cuddling a beautiful woman?"

"I, Chuhe, never hug Happy in my life."

Su Muyan remained silent.

Chuhe thought that she could finally sleep peacefully after she was gone, but suddenly he heard a click and the sound of taking pictures.

Chu He turned his head and saw that Su Muyan's clothes were messy and he was taking a selfie with his shoulders exposed.

"Woo, sister, look at Chuhe bullying me, he wants to forcefully give me hundreds of millions of Y chromosomes."

There were several clicks, and Su Muyan was so pitiful.

Chuhe looked at the sky speechlessly: "Pig, if the photo can't be recorded, stop barking."

"That's right, let's take a video." Su Muyan stopped taking pictures, and pulled down her pajamas a little bit, revealing her snow-white collarbone.

Chuhe was so sleepy that he stretched out his hand helplessly: "Come."

Su Muyan giggled, rolled into his arms, and twisted her slender waist several times.

"Hmm... I don't feel much. You can sing for me. I want to listen to "Night Colors", the DJ version." Su Muyan tilted her head, full of ambition, as if Zhongju.

Chuhe felt that he was holding a lump of cotton in his arms, which was fragrant and soft, and quite comfortable.

But really sleepy, who the hell wants to cuddle cotton in the middle of the night?
"Little rabbit, be good, open the door. If you don't open it, I won't open it. If mom doesn't come back, I will..." Chu He began to sing, his voice getting lower and lower, and his cheek rubbed against the back of Su Muyan's head a few times , like rubbing a cat.

Su Muyan blinked her big eyes, and then pressed against Chuhe's chest, feeling the warmth in Chuhe's arms.

She didn't move now, and felt it carefully for a while, and then she didn't come out until Chuhe fell asleep again.

Then she thought about it, smiled and got into the bed, and "tricked" for a while.

As the night darkened, the villa fell into silence.

When Chuhe woke up the next day, he felt very uncomfortable.My shoulders are a little heavy, and my chest is a little stuffy.

He lifted the quilt to check, his old face turned dark on the spot.

He was lying on his side, with two big white legs resting on his shoulders, and one of them barely passed through the gap between his cheek and the pillow.

With Su Muyan's butt on her chest, Su Muyan slept in an earth-shattering position - leaning back and carrying her on her shoulders with her hairy legs!
"You're insane!" Chu He shouted and pushed Su Muyan away.

Su Muyan rolled around twice, rubbing her eyes in confusion: "Brother, what's wrong?"

"Is there someone who sleeps like you!" Chuhe had a headache, didn't he hug well last night?Why is the hairy leg on the shoulder all of a sudden?
"You don't understand." Su Muyan woke up, and analyzed triumphantly, "Although it feels comfortable to be hugged by you, it is not exciting enough. Writing like this is more than warm and not exciting, so I want to be hugged by 69, am I a genius? Write this plot out today hahaha."

Damn mental retardation.

Chuhe didn't want to say anything anymore, he rubbed his aching shoulder and got out of bed to exercise.

Su Mu jumped out of bed in a smug voice: "I need to code words, brother help me make breakfast."

When she landed, her butt bounced, like a pudding.

Chu He stared, this pudding is not bad, just treat it as a pudding for me to cuddle all night.

A new day has begun, today the weather is fine, the seaside wind is not strong, but the blowing makes people comfortable.

The weather in Beijing is also very good, the blue sky and white clouds are pleasing to the eye.

Shao Yaoyao, who was wearing Hanfu, came to Ziluo Garden for morning exercises early, and when she was tired, she sat on a bench and chatted with her grandfather Shao Minghua.

Shao Minghua looked at Ziluo Lake, and asked Shao Yaoyao with a smile: "Yaoyao, I heard from Aunt Liu that you are in a bad mood recently, and you jumped on the board to celebrate the New Year yesterday."

"What kind of New Year's greetings? It's just a mistake to fall into the water!" Shao Yaoyao was furious and ashamed.

Shao Minghua smiled kindly: "Okay, grandpa won't ask any more questions. But I'll tell you something you're interested in."

"What's the matter?" Shao Yaoyao raised her face.

"Yesterday I was discussing "Poetry and the Sea" with Lao Chen, and he suddenly told me that the No.30 Eighth Science Fiction Galaxy Awards will be presented on August [-], and that Lao Chen, as one of the leading figures in the field of science fiction, is going to participate. Don't follow?"

The old Chen mentioned by Shao Minghua, whose real name is Chen Quanyi, became famous in the science fiction world in the 90s. With his book "Seven Stars", he was nominated for the Prometheus Best Novel Award of the year and became a smash hit.

In the past, Shao Minghua and Chen Quanyi had no intersection, at most they were strangers in the same community.But in order to better understand "Poetry and the Sea", Shao Minghua made a special deal with Chen Quanyi, and they are now old friends.

"Galaxy Award? Will Chu Xiaohe go?" Shao Yaoyao stood up suddenly, her eyes lit up like light bulbs.

She has been irritable and depressed for the past few days, and now she is waiting for good news.

"You should probably go. After all, "Poetry and the Sea I" has been sent for selection, so it's unreasonable for the author not to go." Shao Minghua stroked his beard, "If you want to go, I'll tell Old Chen..."

"Go, go, I'm going!" Shao Yaoyao was about to jump up.

Going to meet the idol, can you not go?

Damn Chuhe, you can get out!

(2930 are ordered)

(End of this chapter)