Chapter 167： Abduction of your wife 5 (1/2)

”Then you can write it yourself.” Cheng Zhiyan looked at her with a light expression on his face: ”If you are not satisfied with what I wrote, you can write it in person. If it doesn't work, you copy the ancient poetry. I do n’t know if you ’re happy with your heart, what you think about every day, you drink the water of the Yangtze River, what else is willing to be a wing bird in the sky, and to be a branch in the ground?

Cheng Shitong's beautiful eyes rolled around, and he smiled and said, ”Hey, don't let me use what you write, I prefer to use it, anyway, I have already seen it, there is nothing wrong, I will give this to classmate Gu tomorrow. ”

Cheng Zhiyan heard the words, the corners of his lips ticked, and then a meaningful smile came out.

After Cheng Shitong had dinner at home, Cheng Zhiyan and Xiaotu left for a while before leaving.

Out of the corridor, the evening breeze of Spring Day came, with a hint of coldness.

The little rabbit couldn't help shivering. Why did it only become so cold outside for dinner? ?

”Is it cold?” Cheng Zhiyan turned to look at the rabbit and asked in a low voice.

”Yes ... a little ...” Xiaotu froze, quickly reached out and embraced Cheng Zhiyan's arm, and his warm body temperature passed instantly. ”But holding the orange juice brother, I won't be cold.”

Cheng Zhiyan bowed his head and touched her cheeks with her long, white fingers. The soft cheeks were cold, but for a moment, her little nose became a little red.

He was silent for a while, then took off his coat, put it on the rabbit and said, ”Don't wear it, and it will be colder sitting in the back of the bike later.”

”Ah?” Xiaotu hesitated, looked up, and looked at Cheng Zhiyan, who was standing in front of himself wearing only a white short sleeve. ”So what do you do? Okay, I'm wearing long sleeves too, only inside your jacket is Short sleeves. ”

”It's okay.” Cheng Zhiyan reached out and touched her head. Without saying a word, she took her shoulder and walked towards the place where she parked her bicycle.

The city of Z at night is full of bright lights.

Cheng Zhiyan rode his bicycle and slowly walked towards the house with his rabbit on the long road.

The winding street lamp resembles a golden ribbon with a radiant light, extending far away.