I had a lot of fun today, but I am also very tired.

After getting off the car and walking towards the villa area, Nan Song and Ji Yun's footsteps were a little heavy and lazy.

"I'm not physically strong, girl."

Ji Yun smiled at fifty steps and looked at Nan Song with a smile, "In the past few months, you have been busy making money, and you have lacked exercise, right?"

Nan Song glared at him angrily, "Nonsense, I'm wearing high heels. Try what it feels like to walk on stilts!"

Ji Yun snorted softly, "It's not like I haven't worn them before."

???

Nan Song suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him meaningfully, then sighed, "The taste is quite strong."

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yun raised his hand and gave him a slap in the face, "I'm talking about internal growth. What are you kid thinking about all day long? Have you read too many pornographic books?"

Nan Song touched the painful forehead and muttered: "You are not short, what can you wear to make yourself taller?"

"You don't understand this. To men, heightening is just as important as high heels to you women. What you wear creates an aura."

As Ji Yun spoke, he lowered his head and saw that the skin on Nan Song's heels was scratched. He frowned and bent down in front of her, "Come up, I'll carry you."

"No, it's just a few steps away."

Nan Song lightly slapped him on the back and pointed at himself, "I'm wearing a skirt, it's inconvenient."

Ji Yun also wanted the princess to hug her, but Nan Song refused with a serious look, "Brother Cheng and I have a good relationship."

"Are you still worried that he will be jealous?"

Ji Yun said with a smile: "We are not as petty as you women."

Nan Song curled his lips indifferently, thinking that the fourth brother had just healed his scar and forgot about the pain. He had forgotten what it was like to be "domestically abused" a while ago, and he still dared to try like crazy on the verge of death.

After crossing the bridge, the two people unexpectedly found that the lights in the house were on. They had obviously turned them off when they left.

Ji Yun and Nan Song looked at each other, "Brother Cheng is back?"

As soon as the door of the house was pushed open, Tuanzi waggled his tail and pounced on him. It was not Ji Yun who pounced, but Nan Song.

For one night, I only want my aunt, not my father.

Nan Song picked up Tuanzi, while Ji Yun looked like his shitty son and was extremely surprised, "Why did you come back early? Is the matter done?"

Nan Song didn't even notice the cheering look.

The wise and mighty fourth brother...

She hugged Tuanzi and stroked its head silently. She suddenly felt that this little guy was so pitiful. No wonder he was so fat.

Not long after Cheng Xian just entered the house, he only took off his suit jacket and was still wearing a black shirt. He had a deep and restrained temperament. His eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses showed a little tiredness, but his face was rare and gentle.

He raised his hand and touched Ji Yun's head like a child with his big palm tied with a Rolex watch. With a sense of comfort, he answered him, "I'll come back early when the things are done."

He tilted his head again and looked in the direction of Nan Song, "Xiao Song rarely comes to Baicheng, so he has to show his friendship as a landlord."

Nan Song smiled obediently and called "Brother Cheng."

"Um."
Chapter completed!