number one black powder

When Yu Chenghe went downstairs, Zou Han was leaning on the door and watching.

Zou Han didn't close the door until he turned off the light in the living room, and jumped back on the bed in a few steps.

After turning on the computer again, Zou Han sent private messages to Shui Yaoyao and Guan Zizai respectively.

Shui Yaoyao came back quickly, first thanked Zou Han for his kindness, and then said that someone would take care of him, so don't bother him, and asked about Zou Han's relationship.

Zou Han looked at the long string of text she sent, the punctuation marks were a bit strange, and there were a few typos, which were obviously converted from voice.

Why don't you just make a voice call?

This idea flashed by, and then Zou Han thought that they had never spoken before, so he didn't think about it.

Zou Han chatted with her for a few words, felt relieved, and didn't bother her any more.

He reopened the coding software, and the news of Guan Zizai came back.

Not very sleepy, are you already asleep?

He thought it would take tomorrow to receive a reply, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Guan Zizai's answer was similar to that of Shui Yaoyao.

The more Zou Han looked at it, the more he felt that the relationship between these two people, no, it should be said that the relationship between the three of them became subtle for no reason.

But he couldn't figure out what went wrong.

After going back and forth like this, it was getting late, and Zou Han finally took a serious look at the manuscript saved on the coding software. The latest chapter happened to be stuck at the place where Yu Zheng and Wu Que broke up.

He didn't want to write this kind of plot at all now, and stared at the document for a while.

After a while, he raised his arm and smelled it.

I hugged Yuchenghe just now, and there is still a trace of Yuchenghe on my body.

Because of his occupation, Yu Chenghe usually wears perfume when he appears in public.

He has used a variety of perfumes, ranging from plants and trees to fruits and vegetables, and there are all kinds of strange smells.

But in private, Yu Chenghe seldom uses perfume. The real smell on his body is very similar to the smell of the breeze blowing by when the sky is clear and clear, which is very refreshing.

However, the smell on Yuchenghe's body tonight is a bit complicated. Various smells from when he went out, a slight smell of sweat, and even a bit of dust. It's mixed together, but it's not unpleasant.

The taste of life, these words suddenly popped into Zou Han's mind.

He rebuilt a document, paused for a few seconds when naming it, and typed a few words Love Daily.