One Pet Gets Married

When Tang Youan heard her words, he couldn't help laughing: "I don't have..."

"Really, if someone asks me, it doesn't mean that I have to agree." After Song Xici sat down beside her, he looked at her lunch box, "What are you eating?"

"Carrot shredded fried fungus plus a few pieces of meat." Tang Youan said, but his eyes were always on Song Xici.

Song Xici is wearing a very small and fresh dress today, a blue and white plaid short top with a ruffled collar and a white skirt. The hair is divided into two sides with two loose twist braids, and he wears a meter. The white straw hat looks very girlish.

"It doesn't look delicious..." Song Xici gently pressed his finger to his lips, and then took the bag that he had just put aside to open it, took out a big box from the inside, and opened it, "Chang! Me! I brought you beef with sauce! Come, come and try..."

The people around came and walked past them, shaking their heads helplessly from time to time. Sure enough, the rumors are true. As long as there are these two crews, there will always be a layer of goose bumps in the air.

"Have you eaten yet?" Tang Youan looked at her.

"I have eaten it, because I was so hungry when I rushed here, so I solved my stomach problem before coming here."

"Then, your sister, wouldn't you be unhappy if you weren't able to make an appointment?" Tang Youan took a bite of beef with soy sauce, then looked back at her.

"Why should you be unhappy? Don't people still have the right to refuse?" Song Xici also took a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, and then poured a mouthful of mineral water.

"I just think she seems to be close to you," Tang Youan said.

"It's only a friend, my friend. When I said I was coming here to see you, she smiled and said that I have forgotten my friend," Then Song Xici put his hand on Tang Youan's shoulder again, "Baby Son, why are you jealous?"

"Jealous? Impossible." Tang Youan was taken aback and waved.

"Hey..." Song Xici put down his hand, took another slice of beef and chewed it in his mouth.

Tang Youan looked sideways at her as she nodded while chewing, smiled, and then lowered her head to grab the rice.

"Youan!" At this moment, a soft voice suddenly came from a distance.

So Tang Youan and Song Xici both turned their heads together.

Then, I saw a woman with black silky long hair and beige sling clothes walking over.

"Hey, is Sister Xici also here?" After seeing Song Xici, the woman stopped beside them with a bag, and gently pulled down a strand of hair at the corner of her lips.

"Hello." Song Xici looked at her up and down, with inexplicable vigilance in her eyes.

"Hello." After Mo Yu nodded to Song Xici, he walked to Tang Youan's side.

"Didn't you take a break this afternoon? Why are you here?" Tang Youan asked, looking at her.

"Because I think you don't seem to be used to the box lunch provided by the crew..." Mo Yu looked at Tang Youan, "So it's rare to take a break. I'll use my friend's kitchen to make you some food or something. Then I brought it over. ."

"Oh, sorry, I'm already full." At this moment, Tang Youan closed the box.

"That's it..." Mo Yu had to tuck her hair down, "Then, then I won't bother you, I...I'll go back first."

"Yeah." Tang Youan nodded.

"How do I feel that she is a little weird?" After seeing Mo Yu's departure, Song Xici turned to look at Tang Youan, frowning and muttering.

"I don't know..." Tang Youan shook his head.

"Okay." Song Xici still felt that the woman was a little weird. After all, who would give up the rest time to cook and deliver food to others when it’s okay? One is not a lover and the other is not a mother. It is enough to do this.

However, seeing Tang Youan being quite indifferent to her, Song Xici didn't think much about it.

In the evening, when Tang Youan finished changing his clothes, it was actually not too late, but it was just after eight o'clock. However, after Tang Youan thanked the staff for their hard work and thanks, he turned his head and saw Song Xici sitting in a chair and napping incessantly from a distance, holding a bag of freeze-dried sweet potato chips in his arms.

I saw her head hanging down from time to time, but when it reached one degree, she would immediately wake up, look around at the ground, and stretch out her hand to take out a sweet potato chip from the snack bag and chew it crunchingly. Like a mouse.

After searching for Tang Youan, Song Xici smiled and waved at her.

Walking over, Tang Youan squatted down beside her, looked at her quietly for a while, raised his hand to help her lift a strand of hair behind the helix.

"Are you sleepy?" Tang Youan asked.

Song Xici looked at her quietly, then nodded: "A little bit, have you finished filming?"

"Well, it's over." Tang Youan glanced sideways at the staff who was clearing the venue.

"Then we can go back to the hotel?" Song Xi asked.

"Yeah!" Song Xi nodded when he heard the words, his eyes smiled like small crescent moons.

Then, Song Xici stood up holding the things, and the two of them walked to the other side of the car together.

As he walked, Song Xici held Tang Youan's hand, clasped his ten fingers, and swayed as he walked. The moon star is thin, and the gentle wind with a little coolness rushes towards her face, kissing her skin, a little comfortable.

"It feels very suitable for such a beautiful night..." At this moment, Song Xici stood still and did not continue to say anything.

"Huh?" Hearing this, Tang Youan also stopped and looked at her sideways.

"Come here..." Song Xici hooked her finger at her.

"What is suitable?" Tang Youan stood in front of her, stared at her lips, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Of course it's a ghost movie! You'an, Youan~" At this moment, Song Xici suddenly convulsed, with his hands claws, playing a female ghost in front of Tang Youan.

Tang Youan was startled, and couldn't help raising his hand to caress his forehead, stepped back two steps, and continued walking forward dumbfounded.

"Youan~ Youan~"

Behind him, Song Xici's voice of pretending to be a female ghost continued to come over. To be honest, it's still a bit creepy.

"Hey, why are you not afraid!" Finally, Song Xici ran up and patted her on the shoulder.

Tang Youan shook her head, just grabbed her hand, grabbed her heart, and walked forward slowly: "Even if you are really a ghost, I am not afraid, because it is you."

Song Xici listened, covering his mouth and smiled. At this moment, she only hopes that they can continue like this.

After returning to the hotel, Tang Youan and Song Xici dragged the suitcase to the room upstairs.

The room is not big, but it is clean, and the layout is quite simple and generous.

After going in and turning on the central air conditioner, Song Xici threw the suitcase aside, then opened it and took a lot of things out of it.

"This jam is delicious. You can ask your assistant to soak it in water every day. It is sour and sweet, and it is comfortable to drink in summer. These meat sauces were made by my mother and brought to me. If you don’t think the box lunch is unpalatable, you can mix it with it. Dangdangdang, then, this is a... massager, which helps relieve fatigue. Later I will teach you how to use it. There is also..." Song Xi said while talking. Put those things on the table.

In fact, she didn't have a lot of things herself, the first two-thirds of the box was filled with things for Tang Youan.

"Okay, I'll take a shower first!" Finally, Song Xici stood up with something and raised it, then turned and walked to the bathroom.

So Tang Youan stood up and walked to the small table, and after placing the things for a better look, he picked up the phone and took a picture. After the filming, he picked up a can of meat sauce and placed it next to his cheek, taking a selfie. After tossing, Tang Youan sent the photo to the circle of friends: "My wife brought these to see me, very happy."

As soon as the status was sent, she received several comments.

Meimei: "I advise you to be yourself. [Smile]"

Teacher Han Yan: "It has been blocked."

…

Tang Youan let out a sigh, put down the phone, then opened the jam, sniffed it, and closed it again. He picked up all the things on the small table and looked at it again.

At this moment, there was a sound from the bathroom door, and Song Xici in a white pajamas walked out of it.

"Hurry up and take a bath too!" After sitting on the bed, Song Xici said while tapping her face with the essence.

"Okay." Tang Youan nodded and walked over there.

After a while, Tang Youan walked out after taking a shower, just about to take apart a new bottle of skin care products, as a result, the screen of her mobile phone on the bedside table lit up.

Reflexively, Song Xici put down the book in his hand and looked over there: "Someone sent you a message."

"Let me see." Hearing the words, Tang Youan walked over quickly, took the phone and sat down, unlocked, and then saw Mo Yu sent her several messages over, and the message box still displayed "Entering".

"What's the matter?" Seeing Tang Youan frowning, Song Xici moved her head and leaned her head on Tang Youan's arm.

At this moment, Tang Youan tilted the phone to the side.

Although such an action does not seem to have a particularly big problem, it is easy for people to be unable to stop developing some strange associations when they appear between two people in love or marriage.

"Can't I see?" Song Xici was stunned, stroking her hair, and staring at her fixedly.

"This..." Tang Youan looked a little complicated.

She didn't know how to explain to Song Xici.

"What's serious happened?" Song Xici twisted his delicate eyebrows slightly.

"No..." Tang Youan held the phone, looked up at her, and flashed aside.

"The look is weird, the eyes are dodging... OK, do you have a little secret?" Song Xici put his arms around his chest as he spoke.

"No..." Tang Youan shook his head, looked up at the ceiling again, and let out a sigh of relief.

"What's that?" Song Xici looked at her, saw her embarrassed, and turned his head again, "Forget it, I won't ask you anymore. I don't want to say it."

"I don't want to show it to you because... I just..."

"Sleep to sleep." After Song Xi drew her hair together, she lay down.

"Xi Ci?" Tang Youan reached out and patted her shoulder.

"I couldn't figure it out before. Before you encountered life-threatening things, you would work with me to think about countermeasures, but now... I just can't figure out what news I can't let me see." Song Xici said with his eyes closed.

"Then get up, I'll show it to you." Finally, Tang You Anshu exhaled and handed the phone to Song Xici, and organized language in his mind, wondering how to explain it.

Song Xi resigned in a daze, then took it and sat up.

As a result, I didn't know it. I was startled when I saw a woman named Mo Yu sent her several messages.

The first is a picture, in which is a picture of a woman and a golden retriever. The woman has long, smooth black hair and a plump upper circumference, because she is wearing a beige close-fitting sling, and the place is full of fullness. It was the one Song Xici met in the crew during the day.

"This dog is a bit like you."

"What are you doing? Can you chat with me for a while? I'm not on the crew after this afternoon. Has anything fun happened in the crew?"

"Don't ignore me, okay?"

"Anyway, I still miss you, what should I do? I like you."

…

Seeing this, Song Xi's face turned green.

"Mo Yu..." Tang Youan stroked his chin.

"What is it?" Song Xici looked at Tang Youan after reading it, "Tang Youan, what were you doing when I was away? Tell me, why did she send you this? The tone is still so ambiguous, you are carrying me What are you doing?"

The new actor Mo Yu on the phone who plays Tang Youan's younger sister in the play. However, Song Xici is not very familiar with this younger generation who is not well-known. If it weren't for Tang Youan to film the show with her, Song Xici wouldn't know her name. It is said that this time I was able to take the show, but the sponsors also came in.

Tang Youan choked suddenly. Although she didn't do anything and didn't have any ghosts in her heart, she was suddenly questioned by Song Xici, and her heart thumped and thumped: "I knew you would be unhappy, so I didn't tell you. , But it’s really not what you think..."

"What's the matter? No wonder you know that after a girl asked me to go to the music festival, let's go without saying anything..." Song Xici suddenly diverged and quickly connected the two together. Come.

Ah, during the day, the woman was very proactive to deliver food. Thinking about it this way, Song Xici felt even more tedious between them.

"Don't talk nonsense, okay?!" Tang Youan raised his eyes and looked at her.

"What are you doing so loudly?!" Song Xici threw the phone on the bed.

After going back and forth, an inexplicable smell pervades between the two.

In the end, Tang Youan lowered his head: "I'm sorry."

"In fact, I think about you every day. Whenever I have nothing to do, I will see if you send me a message. As long as you get a message, I will reply in seconds. The crew call me Tang Da stupid. I paid it last night. I dreamed that we were both escaping from the crew and eating fried skewers on our honeymoon. But after knowing that you have time, I still choose to call you to play with that girl because I think that you are usually tired from filming and need to relax. And you should also have your own circle. I can't monopolize all your time, or would I ask you to go?" Tang Youan said a lot in one breath.

Song Xici was dumbfounded, and the air seemed to be silent for a moment.

After a while, Song Xici picked up the phone and played with it again and murmured: "It's not promising, you know how to eat fried skewers on such an important journey as your honeymoon."

"Fried skewers are delicious." Tang Youan replied angrily.

"Delicious ghost, junk food." Song Xi replied.

Tang Youan didn't speak, just played with his fingers, looked down at the bed sheet, and stopped talking. He looked so angry, like a child who had been aggrieved.

"Then, what's the matter with this woman?" Song Xici held the phone and shook it next to her. "Why is she okay to send you these ambiguous news?"

"I don't know... the woman somehow sent me food and drinks and asked me to go shopping. I said that if I didn't go, I would still be stalking, saying what to like me, what to say knowing that I have a wife, but she doesn't ask for a name I just want to be with me, and I don't know if there is something wrong with her brain." Tang Youan turned his head away.

Hearing this, Song Xici slowly took the phone back: "That's it..."

"Look through the chat history, anyway, I didn't do anything sorry for you." Tang Youan continued.

"No need." Song Xici handed the phone back to her.

"You'd better turn it over." Tang Youan continued.

Since Tang Youan said so, Song Xici still turned the record forward with curiosity.

Then Song Xici discovered that basically, most of the time the woman was talking to herself there, and then Tang Youan either ignored it, or answered so much that it was impossible to laugh or cry.

Mo: Good morning, I am ready to go to the crew, see you later.

Mo: I got in the car.

Mo: Poke—Did you block me?

On that day, Tang Youan had no birds all day. She...

Mo: Are you there? I bought a dress. I was planning to wear it to my friend’s birthday party next month, but it seems a bit too thorough. You can help me see through it... [Picture: It’s almost three o'clock coming out]

Mo: What is it?

Tang: Where did you buy it? How did the merchant cut corners? ugly.

Mo: ... [smiles]

Therefore, Mo Yu did not send any more messages for the next two days...

Mo: Can you tell me your first impression of me? A little curious.

Mo: Hi?

Tang: It's very temperamental, it's just a leek leaf sticking to the front teeth.

Mo:...

Mo: You'an, you are very careful to observe. [smile]

After that, Tang Youan went missing again.

Mo: Tang Youan, what I told you today is true. I like you, not kidding. I want to chase you.

Tang: I don't need it.

Mo: I have already put my posture very low, do you know? Even if you said that my front teeth were sticking with leeks, I didn't say anything. If someone else talked to me like this, I would have slapped me a few times.

Tang: You can slap you a hundred times.

Mo:? ? ?

Tang: It means you can't beat me.

Mo: I tm...

The author has something to say: Hey, it’s so mourning, there are fewer and fewer bubbles

But I will finish writing, serious face.jpg