even if you are a man

The nosebleed incident ended with "Xu Yanting left and the housekeeping robot took care of him".Song Xiang finally missed the title of "the first man in history who died of nosebleeds due to his obsession with male sex".

That night, Song Xiang had a very eclectic dream, but when he reached a very critical step, Shen Luo's words suddenly filled his mind: "You are a shou, shou, shou!—"

It echoed for a long time, and the sound continued.

Then he found that he and the other person in the dream were upside down...

Finally, Song Xiang woke up from the fright.

If this kind of dream is too much, it is estimated that life will be shortened.Song Xiang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and found that it was already ten o'clock... Woke up, typed for a while, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went out of the room to have breakfast and lunch.

It is said that since Xu Yanting came to this house, he has really arranged three meals a day... No, Song Xiang just came to the living room when he saw Xu Yanting coming out with meals.

First there was an embarrassing nosebleed incident, and then there was a painful dream... Although Song Xiang had a thick skin, it was still a little difficult to look at him directly, so he sat down at the dinner table silently.

Looking at the dishes on the table, they were all his favorites.

Xu Yanting served the soup, and then sat down opposite Song Xiang, "I read the data of the housekeeping robot, and found the dishes you often ask it to cook, as well as the taste. Try it."

"..." Song Xiang was taken aback for a moment, tried it out, and it turned out to be his favorite taste, "It's delicious!"

He was touched in his heart for a while, then raised his eyebrows suddenly, made an expression of an old pervert, and said half-truthfully, "Tingting, since you are so virtuous, why don't you marry brother in the future?"

Xu Yanting was stunned for a moment, then laughed again, "No.

Song Xiang knew this would be the answer, so he didn't care too much.He curled his lips, and was about to pretend to sigh a few words, when Xu Yanting suddenly added, "But marriage is fine."

In an instant, Shen Luo's phrase "You are a sufferer" pierced his ears again, and Song Xiang choked a grain of rice into his throat, coughed and blushed.

Xu Yanting thoughtfully served him a bowl of soup.Then, somehow, both of them seemed to have a deep understanding of the truth of "you can't talk when you eat", and they didn't say a word at the same time, and the topic of marriage came to an end.

After eating, Song Xiang turned on his computer and received the winning list of the previous [-] exclusive autographed books.

There is another message - twenty books have been sent to your home, remember to sign for receipt.

Looking at the date...it was yesterday!

Song Xiang's whole body is not well, so won't he receive it today? !Then how would he explain to Xu Yanting the twenty books that were clearly still in the pre-sale period?

Just thinking about it, Song Xiang heard the doorbell.I'm really afraid of something.Song Xiang rushed out and opened the door, and it turned out to be a courier.

Taking the heavy package from the robot, Song Xiang walked lightly through the living room and returned to the room.

Well, not found!

After locking the door, Song Xiang decided to make a quick decision, just finish writing and post it as soon as possible.

After signing more than a dozen books, Song Xiang suddenly saw an ID called "One Hundred Years of Solitude", which was the same as his own name, and of course he would pay attention to it, but the request was "Please write TO Xu Yanting, the content is optional", and the address is... …his home.

Back then, Xu Yanting's trumpet lottery strategy really succeeded!

Then after Song Xiang wrote TO Xu Yanting, he couldn't think of anything to rewrite... If he didn't know it was Xu Yanting, he must have written an official sentence like "Thank you for your support and wish you a happy day", but you know It's Xu Yanting...

Song Xiang felt that there were many, many things he wanted to write, but no matter what he wrote, he felt that it was wrong.

The quick fix plan, of course, failed.Although the other [-] books were quickly and easily completed, only Xu Yanting's book, Song Xiang, couldn't think of what to write until the evening.

And it's time to eat again...

Song Xiang pushed the book under the bed and went out to eat.

Halfway through the meal, Song Xiang suddenly asked, "What do you want the sword god to write to you?"

Xu Yanting raised his eyebrows slightly, "How do you know I was drawn?"

Song Xiang was stunned for two and a half seconds, and subconsciously immediately argued: "...I just asked casually, so you were drawn?"

"Really..." Xu Yanting seemed to glance at him with some meaning, "You have asked this question before, and I will still answer that, as long as it is written for me, as long as it is written by him."

"..." After saying this, Song Xiang remembered it. Although the answer was very touching, it was true, but it was also a headache right now.

So what if you write to him according to someone else?

Blessings such as "I hope you can XXXX" are too plain, and words like "Lin Shaoqin and Chen Jianyong are united" are too boring, so... like "Sword God husband loves you forever oh so dah!" 'some type of?

To be honest, Song Xiang actually wanted to write like this, but when he was about to start writing, he felt a little too ashamed, and he said love so casually, so if he confessed his love in the future and exposed his identity, if he was understood as a very frivolous person what to do?

Song Xiang was out of his wits throughout the whole process, swallowed his meal, and decided to rely on himself. After returning to his room, he rushed to the Internet to read Xu Yanting's Weibo of One Hundred Years of Solitude.

There are only four people in the watch list, Daxia Longque is at the bottom, and the other three are also trumpets.After reading all his Weibo, Song Xiang knew why he still had these three numbers, and they were all used by his friends to repost Weibo.

So Song Xiang clicked into the three trumpets one by one to check... One life is three, three is nine... In this way, Song Xiang finally found his trumpet at nine o'clock, which is called "Scabbard" "...

Song Xiang was also quite speechless. If he had known that Xu Yanting was a lazy person and used the same ID, he would have searched for the scabbard directly... In other words, the reader who ranked first on the Qingshu.com tipping list also It's his "biggest benefactor"... Could it be him too?

...hope not.Otherwise, wouldn't he have been taken care of by his future wife for so many years... Song Xiang thought sadly.

After reading his 1221 Weibos from beginning to end, Song Xiang found that one-fifth of them were reposts of all Weibos of Daxia Longque, and three-fifths were other people's posts about Daxia Longque. The reposts of Xia Longque's novels, Tiaoman, etc., the last one-fifth are his originals, but eight out of ten sentences cannot be separated from Daxia Longque.

Song Xiang suddenly felt that he was really... While saying that he didn't want Xu Yanting to like him because of his identity as a Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, he still wanted to use his identity as a Great Xia Dragon Sparrow to tell Xu Yanting what Song Qu wanted to say to Xu Yanting.

Like this affection is so cunning?

Song Xiang leaned against the back of the chair, pressed his forehead, and looked at the time. It was already 12 o'clock, and he didn't notice the passage of time at all.

In the end, Song Xiang thought about it and decided to write.

作者有话要说：米饭团滚啊滚扔了一个地雷投掷时间:2014-11-2315:03:06

冷眸丶扔了一个地雷投掷时间:2014-11-2318:15:14

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