An hour later, Yan Yanqi was lying on the couch with a folder over his head, apparently asleep.
Zuo Xiaoli couldn't help but be curious, and walked in with his banana pillow, and when he looked at the motionless person lying on the sofa, he blinked, with an incredulous expression.
Zuo Xiaoli squatted down, stretched out his hand and pushed her shoulder, and took the folder off her face with one hand. “007007” "Hmm" Yan Yanqi frowned, and responded lightly with intuition.
She still has injuries on her body that haven't healed yet, and she didn't sleep well yesterday, so she is very sleepy and dazed.
Zuo Xiaoli glanced at the information taken down from her face, and when he saw that it was his own, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help asking: "Hey, why did you fall asleep, did you carry it well?"
Yan Yanqi stretched out his hand and scratched his head, then turned over and muttered, "Okay" "Then can you memorize my information?"
Yan 7: "No response.
Zuo Xiaoli thought he hadn't heard it, so he asked again: "Is it good?"
"Still no response.
Zuo Xiaoli pouted, then leaned into Yan Yanqi's ear and roared: "Hey" All of a sudden, Yan Yanqi turned over and sat up, his eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."
Zuo Xiaoli: "Okay, it's good, what are you doing looking like you're going to eat me."
Yan Yanqi took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks angrily, and then said with a serious face: "Zuo Xiaoli, male, cute male god, seventeen years old."
The only son of the Zuo family, the seven heirs of the imperial capital.
Ranked sixth among the seven heirs.
Hobbies: I like to sleep with things, I like to stick to my favorite people, I like to eat all kinds of food, I hate small bugs, and I hate spicy food. ” Hearing this, Zuo Xiaoli exclaimed, squatting at Yan Yanqi's feet, how to look at it, how to look like a pet dog obediently lying at the owner's feet, begging for a tiger to touch.
He blinked, took his big banana in his mouth, smiled and continued to ask, "Is there anything else?"
Yan Yanqi half-squinted his eyes, and lazily spit out a sentence in a half-asleep state: "I like to wear pink nèiku."
Zuo Xiaoli: "" Zuo Xiaoli's original starry eyes became a little sluggish.
Yan Yanqi didn't see or feel Zuo Xiaoli's abnormality at all, and continued: "I like it" "Wait a minute" Zuo Xiaoli hurriedly interrupted him, "007, are you sure I like to wear pink nèiku" He didn't know that he still had this kind of hidden habit of biàntài "Hmm" Hearing this, Yan Yanqi woke up a lot of sleepiness, opened one eye, looked at him strangely, and saw Zuo Xiaoli's face with a mistaken expression.
Yan Yanqi touched his nose, recalled it carefully, and then spoke: "It seems that Ouyang Zuo likes to wear pink nèiku."
"The devil knows who it is, anyway, one of these masters likes to wear pink nèiku.
The corners of her mouth twitched for a while as she turned her back.
Zuo Xiaoli opened his mouth wide, with a ghostly expression: "How come I don't know" "Well, I'll take a look."
Yan Yanqi thought to himself: You don't do it, you don't know what color nèiku people are wearing.
"Then you carry it first, I'll wait for you downstairs."
Seeing Yan Yanqi holding the folder and looking at it extremely seriously, Zuo Xiaoli pouted and stood up, not intending to disturb her
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