Kang Ying was startled by this sudden action.

She struggled to sit up, "Bowen? You've had too much to drink. Mom made some soup for you. I'll bring it over!"

But the drunk Cen Bowen didn't listen to what she said at all.

Cen Bowen was very strong and he turned over and pressed Kang Ying under him.

His face was flushed, and his peach blossom eyes were misty. He stared at Kang Ying for a long time.

Kang Ying's heart beat like a drum when he looked at her.

The next moment, I felt a chill on my cheek.

Kang Ying's heart suddenly tightened, and she looked at Cen Bowen with shock.

He actually cried?!

Kang Ying felt sad and distressed.

It seems that Cen Bowen listened to what she said.

He felt sorry for her too.

If she had known that he was willing to listen to her, she should have confessed her feelings to him two days ago.

Why waste time and delay each other for so long?

"Bowen."

Kang Ying called out affectionately and softly, "I am yours."

An ambiguous atmosphere flowed in the room.

Kang Ying slowly closed her eyes.

Cen Bowen looked down for a while, then moved closer and murmured, "Yiyi... Yiyi..."

*

Song Yiyi didn't know that she had suffered an unexpected disaster.

She counted the money when she got home.

Before he finished counting, Cen Yuedong handed over the red envelope that Song Hui gave him.

He happily put it away.

Song Yiyi went to catch up on her sleep.

Cen Yue doesn't sleep in bed during the day.

When she was sleeping, it was quiet outside and she didn't know what Cen Yue was doing.

I felt a suffocating feeling in my chest.

When she opened her eyes, she met a pair of big watery eyes and a snoring sound echoed in her ears.

"ah!"

Song Yiyi shuddered and immediately picked up the little guy on her body, "It's you."

Her tone was full of surprise.

The chubby cat she had fed chicken!

When I think about it, it seems like I haven’t seen it for a long time.

"Cen Yue, Cen Yue!"

Song Yiyi ran out with the little fat boy in her arms. Seeing Cen Yue half-lying on the rattan chair, she lifted him up with great effort and smiled, "Look, look, whose cat ran into my arms!"

I can't blame her this time.

The little fat guy took the bait himself, so she could only keep it reluctantly.

Cen Yue raised his eyelids slightly, "My family's."

He admired Song Yiyi's way of thinking.

Picking up a fat cat after a nap is no different from gold falling from the sky.

Song Yiyi was stunned for a moment, "What?"

Cen Yue finally decided to get up from the rattan chair.

As soon as he walked over, the little fat boy broke free from Song Yiyi's arms with a "meow", jumped to the ground and circled around Cen Yue twice.

She rubbed his trouser leg and then climbed up skillfully.

That posture looks somewhat familiar.

Song Yiyi inexplicably recalled the scene of herself climbing on Cen Yue today, and her forehead twitched.

Cen Yue picked up the little fat boy and said, "Let's get to know each other. His name is Da Zhuang."

Song Yiyi and Dazhuang looked at each other, and saw a hint of disbelief in each other's eyes.

Dazhuang is more adaptable than Song Yiyi.

It stretched lazily in Cen Yue's arms, jumped down and began to patrol the house in a swagger.

Song Yiyi asked Cen Yue: "Is he a man?"

Cen Yue glanced at Song Yiyi, then reached out and smacked her head, "Damn it."

There is no difference between male and female kittens.

Cen Yue didn't use any force, and Song Yiyi didn't feel any pain.

Her attention was all on the little fat boy, and she sighed, "Your cat is also called Dazhuang?"

Cen Yue raised an eyebrow: "Also?"