Song Zhaoshui didn't actually think about what the invitation to cohabitation meant. It can only be said that Xie Nanting's gradual infiltration plan was so successful that she felt that it was okay to have more people in the family.

Xie Nanting doesn't have many things, because he has moved a lot in the past. He looked at the double bed in the master bedroom, and patted the foot of the bed with satisfaction, indicating that he was also a master here from now on. Xiao Ruan returned to her familiar territory, very happy, jumping up and down, making trouble everywhere.

Song Zhaoshui hadn't seen it for a few months, and he couldn't favor it. He let it come and go without stopping him.

She calmed down now, and felt that she didn't know how to face Xie Nanting, so she was busy packing things, trying her best not to think about more personal things in the room.

But Xie Nanting was full of energy at this time, comparable to Xiao Ruan. After finishing all his things, he came out to help Song Zhaoshui to clean up. Before moving in, he seemed to regard himself as the master here.

After cleaning up, he couldn't help but ask, "Zhao Shui, when will we announce it?"

It seems like there has to be a countdown for this.

Song Zhaoshui glanced at him and said, "Didn't we say we'll wait for you to win the award?"

Xie Nanting said: "But now I'm living in..." I have to give you a name, but he didn't say this sentence, so he thought of a better rhetoric.

He paused, looked at Song Zhaoshui, and said calmly, "Then, you must not give me a name?"

Song Zhaoshui held a pillow in his hand, and was about to put it on the sofa, when he heard the words, he threw the pillow on Xie Nanting's head: "You shameless."

Xie Nanting expressed self-satisfaction and pride in this comment. If he wanted face, he wouldn't be able to catch up with Song Zhaoshui. He put the pillow on the sofa and said, "I said before that I would like to promise myself."

"When did I say that?"

"Hey, chat records." Xie Nanting gave her a meaningful look, "I know you have coveted me for a long time."

Song Zhaoshui was silent for a long time, and finally punched him: "Shameless."

Then she found that her ability to scold people was really not good. She said this sentence, the enemy was not damaged at all, but she was amused by her.

She was overcome with pain, stepping on Xie Nanting hurt her feet: "then who didn't want to live and die, and told me that he didn't look good? Huh?"

Xie Nanting froze in an instant. He thought of how stupid he was before, and wanted to delete the Weibo he posted at that time. Times have changed, and I was trembling at the time, lest this face of my own would come into Song Zhaoshui's eyes. Now I am fortunate, fortunately, I am the other party's dish.

"Ah, I admit that I made a mistake." Xie Nanting said shamelessly, "So, can we make it public?"

These two irrelevant things could be brought together by him.

Song Zhaoshui admired his ability, she thought for a while and said, "Then, you must not tell Brother Bao in advance?"

She could imagine how big a storm would be on the Internet if their relationship was announced.

Xie Nanting stood up immediately, jumped to her side, held her cheek, kissed her forehead heavily, and said, "I'll call now!"

Get what you want, so excited.

The company has long been aware of the relationship between the two and has made preparations. Bao Xuetong said sourly: "Look at your anxious look, is it shameful?"

Xie Nanting said: "What is there to be ashamed of? You are just jealous."

He hung up the phone, and Song Zhaoshui was still talking to Wang Wei. After Wang Wei finished his official business, he congratulated them.

Xie Nanting counted the seconds and urged her to hang up, as if the moment she hung up the phone, she gave an order.

Bao Xuetong gave him his Weibo account. Tonight is destined to be a noisy night, so he doesn't care how Xie Nanting will announce this.

Xie Nanting is also struggling with this matter. Before getting Song Zhaoshui's consent, he was intent on getting her consent, and the rest was out of consideration. Now that he finally agreed, he slowly thought about how to make it more unique and memorable.

Inevitably, he still has a mind of Xiu Yixiu.

Song Zhaoshui watched him intently staring at the screen of the mobile phone for a long time, and finally tapped his eyes resolutely, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "Okay!"

He showed Song Zhaoshui the screen of his mobile phone, and the text of Weibo contained one sentence: "This is Mrs. Xie's real wife. @ Song Zhaoshui", and a photo was attached below.

Song Zhaoshui couldn't remember when they took such a photo, but soon she saw that the background of the photo was her quilt. The light in the photo is also not good, apparently because the curtains are not drawn.

This should be the next morning when she gave Xie Nanting the couple's ring. He secretly took a photo before he woke up.

If the background of the photo is elsewhere, but it is her room or her bed, Song Zhaoshui can't calm down: "Why are you posting this photo?"

As long as he says it, it's okay to shoot now.

Xie Nanting didn't think there was anything wrong with this photo. He pulled the person over to him and said, "It's your turn."

Song Zhaoshui didn't want to pay attention to him, but Xie Nanting said, "If you don't post it again, your fans probably think that I'm pulling you to hype and they will scold me."

Song Zhaoshui thought to herself, half of her fans came from Xie Nanting, and the other half wanted to touch him, so how could they scold him?

Xie Nanting tentatively went to get her mobile phone: "I'm sorry, I'll send it for you."

"Go away." Song Zhaoshui patted the restless hand, posted on Weibo, and posted a decent Weibo: "In the future, you don't have to go alone. This is where you are Sir Xie, and I , it's Xie Nanting. @Xie Nanting."

She wanted to tell her that it was Xie Tingting. But after thinking about it, I kept it. This name, she is a bit selfish and unwilling to share it.

Before the Weibo was sent out, she saw that her unread posts were much more than before. Tonight's Weibo was destined to explode. Song Zhaoshui turned off his phone, thinking it would be better not to read it.

But when she didn't look at her phone, she felt even more uncomfortable. Xie Nanting used to come often, but this time it was different. He lived in completely.

So, how will we get along in the future?

Song Zhaoshui struggled for a long time, and Xie Nanting obviously had no worries in this regard. He read Song Zhaoshui's Weibo over and over several times, and each time he read it, the joy in his heart increased, as if he was about to bloom full of flowers.

In the end, this joy was a little overwhelmed and was about to overflow.

Song Zhaoshui ignored him, took a bath and went to bed. Her bed was against the bay window, and the bay window was covered with soft cushions. She slept in the innermost place by herself, with her eyes open and without sleepiness, she went to count the twigs that lay down on the cushion.

Before the count to twenty, the door to the room opened. Xie Nanting walked in, dawdled by her bed for a while, and then went to the bathroom with her slippers.

When Xie Nanting was halfway through counting, Xie Nanting came out again, full of water vapor, blowing her hair whirring with her hairdryer. He used her shampoo and shower gel, and his body exuded the familiar smell of Song Zhaoshui.

Familiar to make people blush.

Song Zhaoshui closed her eyes, but she still didn't feel sleepy, so she opened her eyes and continued to count the unfinished stalks.

The side of the bed collapsed, and it was Xie Nanting who went to bed.

Song Zhaoshui felt that the aroma was at the tip of his nose. How can it be so close? She turned over and put herself into Xie Nanting's arms as if throwing her arms away. He just looked at her quietly like that for a long time.

But this is not the point, the point is why Xie Nanting is in her bed?

Song Zhaoshui asked, "Where's your quilt?"

Xie Nanting pointed to the back chair not far away: "Here."

It turned out that the rustling movement just now was Xie Nanting who took the quilt away.

Song Zhaoshui: "You! Go and bring the quilt back."

Xie Nanting shook his head: "The winter is over, so I don't need so many quilts."

Does it matter whether you need a quilt or not, whether the winter has passed or not?

Song Zhaoshui was about to turn over when he accidentally kicked Xie Nanting. Xie Nanting chuckled, causing Song Zhaoshui's cheeks to blush, and said, "Xiaoxiaoxiao, did you eat Xiaoxiao rice?"

"I'm happy." He said softly, his tone was gentle and flattering, which made her seem fierce.

He stretched out a hand and put a hand on Song Zhaoshui's waist. Seeing that she had no objection, he moved to her side.

After a few times, Song Zhaoshui was against the wall. She had just counted half of the stalks, scratching her exposed arm tickly. Xie Nanting took her hand in: "don't freeze your hand."

At this time, how could he still freeze his hands? Just his excuse.

She couldn't help looking up at Xie Nanting, and the other party also looked at her, his eyes were still gentle, but the corners of his mouth were tight, like a clay figurine scorched by the scorching sun, about to crack in the next moment. Apparently he was nervous himself.

I don't know what I'm nervous about.

Song Zhaoshui was thinking wildly. When she saw Xie Nanting open the drawer, she was still thinking, it was really important, and he took it wherever he went, and it finally came in handy.

They were together when the midsummer was about to end, now it is late spring, and summer is coming again. This year has passed quickly, but it is full of colors. Song Zhaoshui felt that the first twenty years of her life were just someone else's background, gray, cold, thin and thin, and she moved forward slowly.

Now it is different, mostly because of the person next to him.

There was a fine layer of sweat on Xie Nanting's forehead, looking at her and smiling, but this smile was also hard, as if it would burst in the next moment.

He was too nervous, more nervous than she was.

Song Zhaoshui raised his hand and touched his forehead, then wrapped his arms around his neck. The smile on Xie Nanting's face finally became much more comfortable.

She turned to look at the row of thin spikes again. The bay window was tightly closed, and there was no wind. The fine spikes were moving, swaying back and forth, making her dazzled.

She didn't know how many strings there were, but she didn't count them all.

I can't even count tonight.