Rebirth of the Routine King

From Song Zhiwen, Wang Yan saw the purest initial appearance of love.

His eyes, heart, and thoughts are all filled with his own shadow, and his laughter, cries, and inner voice are all marked with his own mark.

In her lingering and tender kiss, a thrilling emotion that seemed to have existed before burst into my heart.

At this moment, he fell into Song Zhiwen's soft and infinite eyes.

It has to be said that you will gain experience in anything if you have experienced it too much, just like a passionate kiss. The first time Wang Yan kissed her, Song Zhiwen almost couldn't hold her breath. But now, after repeated attempts, she can breathe freely.

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After a long time, the lips parted.

Just when Song Zhiwen lowered her head shyly, her eyes suddenly lit up again and she shouted: "Wang Yan, you are blushing!"

Wang Yan immediately denied it: "Are you kidding! I have been through hundreds of fucking battles. What kind of battlefield has I never been on? How could I blush? You are wrong, the lighting problem..."

While Song Zhiwen looked up at the street lamp, Wang Yan quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, using the mist to cover up his current embarrassment.

Oh shit!

Was that heartbeat just now? Why was it beating so fast than usual?

"Why are you still standing there! Go home!"

...

Arriving in the elevator, Song Zhiwen was still looking at Wang Yan's face, as if looking for traces of his blushing.

But all I saw was an eyebrow that looked like a smile but not a smile.

Opening the door, Wang Yan asked: "Little mosquito, do you want to watch cartoons?"

Normally, Song Zhiwen would have pushed Wang Yan down on the sofa, but today, she shook her head in a rare move and said, "I'm sweating all over today. I want to take a shower."

Originally this was a perfectly normal statement, but it was already mid-April, the beginning of summer was approaching, and the temperature at noon was almost 30 degrees. Isn’t it normal to take a shower at night if you are sweating?

But for some reason, when Wang Yan heard this, her heart suddenly twitched: Shouldn't she put the promotion ceremony to tonight?

Wang Yan then gave up the idea, as one of his hands was still in plaster! How could he play it?

Seeing that Song Zhiwen didn't show any abnormality, Wang Yan said casually: "Well, go ahead, I'll just wash my feet later."

It happened that Qi Ming called at this time, Wang Yan answered the call and sat on the sofa chatting with him, while Song Zhiwen returned to the master bedroom to take a shower.

Qi Ming: "Wang Yan, I asked for you. There is a villa for sale over there at Xiangzhang Villa. It has been fully decorated. The asking price is a bit high, and the location is a bit remote. However, that villa group is very famous.

Overall, it’s pretty good value for money, what do you think?”

Wang Yan: "It's not good to be remote. I have to go to class every day, so how can I spend all my time on the road? Are there any other properties?"

Qi Ming: "There is still a rough building on the East Second Ring Road, but the unit price is a bit outrageous, and the greening is not up to standard. What do you think?"

Wang Yan pondered for a moment: "How much does a set cost?"

Qi Ming: "It's over 100, and if you include decoration, it will be 156 no matter what."

Wang Yan couldn't help but feel troubled. The land on the outskirts of the city still had no signal, and he didn't know when it would be cashed out. And he had at most two million in his bank account. If he bought a house, he wouldn't even have emergency money.

But he would be a little reluctant to give up this villa. The East Second Ring Road is not far from the warehouse, which is convenient for Liu Jianan and others to go home from get off work...

After a brief hesitation, Wang Yan decided to buy it!

News will spread about the land within a month at the latest. If it still doesn't work, ask Xing Zhenguo for a loan!

"Then I want this! When can I go through the formalities?"

Qi Ming: "It'll be fine tomorrow. I'll contact the salesperson later..."

Wang Yan: "Okay, I can't drive with my hands yet. Come pick me up tomorrow and let's go together."

.....

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yan called Wu Chen again.

A few simple instructions and an overview of Wu Xin’s condition.

After saying that, he hung up.

Suddenly a pleasant smell came into his nose. Wang Yan looked up and saw that Song Zhiwen, who had already taken a bath, was looking at him with a smile.

This time she behaved herself and knew to wear a blindfold.

"Wang Yan, do you want to wash yourself? You're all smelly."

Wang Yan smiled bitterly and said: "Don't I want to wash it? But how can I wash it like this?"

Song Zhiwen's cheeks suddenly turned red with embarrassment, and she lowered her head and stopped talking.

Wang Yan was stunned. What do you mean? Are you willing to wash it for me?

Although this idea was very abrupt, Wang Yan felt that she did not mean it.

Why else would she be blushing?

Tsk tsk!

Being served and bathed by a national treasure school beauty is quite exciting when you think about it.

If it had been until last year, Wang Yan would not have had such an idea even if he died of stinking. But since his Taoist heart was broken by that bad woman Gao Lu, Wang Yan had the idea of ​​​​protecting Song Zhiwen for his whole life. In addition, he was raped some time ago.

After the drugging incident, he also recognized his true intentions and became more convinced of this idea.

Since you want to return to secular life, there is no need to keep your head bald, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to be neither fish nor fowl...

Then he laughed and said: "Little mosquito, actually I know that I have been moldy for a long time, but I still have a plaster on my hand! How about... you help me wash it?"

Song Zhiwen's cheeks turned redder, but she didn't shake her head, just hummed softly.

Wang Yan reached out and kissed her, then chuckled and said, "Why are you still standing there? Help me take off my clothes!"

"oh!"

As if she was a little embarrassed by Wang Yan's piercing gaze, when Song Zhiwen took off his pants, she said angrily: "Turn your head away."

Wang Yan turned his head to the side with a smile.

Song Zhiwen fiddled with it for a while before untying his belt, then grabbed his two trousers legs and pulled his jeans directly out.

"Go to the master bedroom and take a shower, the water is still hot there!"

Wang Yan was stunned, pointing to his cartoon pants and said: "Don't you have another one?"

Song Zhiwen hit him and said in a low voice: "Take it off when you wash it."

Wang Yan had no choice but to get up and go to the master bedroom bathroom.

He wouldn't take a shower in the public bathroom in the living room without Song Zhiwen reminding him, because there were too many scenes in that bathroom that he couldn't bear to look at.

He felt that it was too silly for Song Zhiwen to think about Gao Lu when she was bathing him.

Although he is no longer a toy now.

Seeing that Song Zhiwen had her eyes closed when she was taking off her clothes, Wang Yan couldn't help but joked: "What's wrong? We don't know each other anymore? I remember one night, you sneaked into my room and made a friend with it...

....”

Song Zhiwen hit him several more times and said angrily: "You still said you also said..."

Wang Yan stopped and warned: "Little mosquito, be careful not to splash water on the plaster."

"Um."

In fact, without Wang Yan's instructions, Song Zhiwen kept pouring the shower on the other side of his body, and then gently scrubbed him with her hands.

In order to complete this task successfully, Wang Yan closed his eyes.

Without his gaze, Zhi Wenjia had indeed alleviated a lot of psychological pressure. At least she had the courage to walk up to the front and rinse his chest.

I had been scrubbing his back just now, and it was almost stained!

Women generally take a slow bath, and taking a bath with a man takes even longer.

After Song Zhiwen rinsed him first, she used a bath towel to rub the dust carefully for him. She was so meticulous and gentle that even professional bath masters would be ashamed to see it.

Then he rinsed it again, rinsed away the streaks of ash, and applied his own shower gel on him, avoiding his buttocks and front.

Finally, I brought shampoo to wash his hair.

After rinsing twice, Song Zhiwen wrapped a towel around Wang Yan's wet hair.

"alright!"

"alright?"

Wang Yan is not angry

Said: "Why did you leave out the place where bacteria are most likely to hide? Don't be embarrassed, just wash it for me."

The blush that finally faded suddenly filled Song Zhiwen's cheeks again. Seeing that she said in a begging tone, "Can...can't I just wash it off?"

Wang Yan consoled him: "In the eyes of doctors, that thing is just like a beaker. Just think of it as sausage for winter..."

After hesitating for a moment, Song Zhiwen picked up the shower head again.

"What does it feel like?"

Song Zhiwen said without thinking: "It's a bit disgusting."

Wang Yan meaningfully joked: "Don't look disgusting, it tastes delicious!"

Song Zhiwen's eyes lit up and she asked in surprise: "Is this still edible? Can it be braised in braised sauce?"

.....

After coming out of the bathroom, Song Zhiwen put on pajamas for him. Her own pajamas also got wet while bathing Wang Yan. She immediately found a set and went into the bathroom to change.

Wang Yan felt a little speechless. He has seen my body, so why can't he let me earn some money? It's better to feast his eyes on it!

Wang Yan was too lazy to sleep on the hard bed in his room, so he simply lay down in the master bedroom.

Song Zhiwen was obviously a little reserved when she turned off the lights and went to sleep. She usually lay down on Wang Yan's chest, but now, the gap between her and Wang Yan was enough for her to lie down.

Wang Yan was very calm. It was only his shoulder that was injured and it did not affect other functions. If Song Zhiwen had similar ideas, he would not be unable to help...

"Wang Yan, does your arm still hurt?"

Song Zhiwen tilted her head and said to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Why do you ask this? Even if it hurts you, you can't share it with me."

Seeing that he kept looking at her with a teasing look, Song Zhiwen immediately curled her lips and hummed: "Ignore you!"

As he spoke, he turned his head to the side.

Wang Yan shook his head helplessly. He had clearly seen the situation tonight, and there would be a tug-of-war that coexisted with tenderness and pain.

As expected by Wang Yan, within two minutes, Song Zhiwen pounced on his chest, kept hitting his stomach with her fists, and said in her mouth: "You bad guy, you don't even know."

Coax me."

Wang Yan gently fiddled with her hair on the temples with his left hand, his eyes as gentle as water: "Little mosquito, if one day I make you sad, you must remember that it is definitely not because I don't love you anymore, but because I don't love you anymore.

I have a reason why I can't help myself."

Song Zhiwen naturally couldn't understand such mysterious words, so she asked: "Can't you not make me sad?"

Wang Yan said softly: "The future is so long, I can't guarantee that I won't make you sad."

Song Zhiwen nodded: "Okay, I promise you, but you also have to promise me one thing."

"you say,"

"Say you love me."

"love me."

"Bad guy! Say you love me!"

"you love me."

"Humph! Ignore you!"

Wang Yan saw that Song Zhiwen was so angry that he almost cried. He stopped joking with her and looked at her affectionately and said softly: "Little mosquito, I love you."

Song Zhiwen's eyebrows immediately curved, as if she saw a rainbow in Wang Yan's eyes.

Then he lay on Wang Yan's chest again and said softly: "How long have you loved me?"

"This life."

Song Zhiwen seemed dissatisfied with this answer, pouting her lips and saying, "Isn't life too short?"

Wang Yan said softly: "If I still remember you in the next life, I will still love you, just like I loved the people in my previous life in this life."

Song Zhiwen didn't understand this sentence, but she didn't care, because she didn't understand many of Wang Yan's words, but what's the point?

He has already said that he loves him for the rest of his life!

In fact, life is too short.

Song Zhiwen's gaze moved up, and she looked into Wang Yan's pair of affectionate eyes that she had never seen before, and said softly: "I will love you for ten thousand years."

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