When Wang Zhuo felt that he was stunned by the pen, he quickly said: "I am not moving, my hands are relaxing, are you not working hard?"

He blinked and picked: "Nothing."

The pen moved again and drew a twisted slash on the paper.

"Where, isn't you?" Wang Zhuo confirmed.

"Not really." He Yucheng said.

And now he still feels that the phenomenon at hand can be explained scientifically.

Wang Zhuo’s eyes swept back and forth on the paper quickly. When he was excited, he couldn’t think of anything to ask. After a while, he screamed: “Is you coming?”

However, the pen was just drawn on paper without any rules, from left to right, from right to left, and did not write on paper or consciously stop like in novels and movies. Word.

"Ask me to try something else?" Wang Zhuo saw that this immortal did not take care of himself, so he asked for advice.

He did not believe in the roots, and replied casually: "Well, you ask."

Wang Zhuo’s face is sincere: “Pen Xian, pen fairy... What color underwear do you wear today?”

The pen continued to smear on the paper, and He gently smiled: "This is my help for the pen, black."

Wang Zhuo looked boring: "I know, I saw it when you changed clothes."

He Wei: "..."

Wang Zhuo scratched his head with the other hand, and glanced at He Yan, revealing a thief laughing, and asked: "Pen Xian, pen, Xian, is there a person who likes it?"

After listening to this question, the pen that has been unknowingly moved like a sudden opening, slammed into the word "yes".

Wang Zhuoqi screamed: "Hey, you can do it every day, it’s quite hidden. Who do you like?"

He Yan’s face was a smile that was too unpredictable and said: “You ask the pen fairy.”

After the word "yes" was finished, the pen began to doodle on paper.

Wang Zhuo smiled and asked: "When the pen is a fairy, who does He like?"

The doodle pen suddenly opened again, swiftly slid onto W, and then slid onto A. When it was about to slide to N, the bedroom door suddenly sounded...

"Enter!" Wang Zhuodao.

When the door opened, Lin Feiran stood in front of the door with a washbasin. When he saw the two people sitting at the table playing the pen fairy, Lin Feiran’s expression first formed a moment of solidification, and then he said: "Do you have hot water? Something."

Wang Zhuochong has a mouth in the corner: "There is a green pot, and he falls."

Lin Feiran hesitated, staring at the pens in their hands: "Do you play pens?"

"Yeah, I am asking questions, he will really answer." Wang Zhuoxing said with enthusiasm.

Lin Feiran looked at the void above the pen, and his mouth faintly twitched. He asked: "...he will answer? Are you sure?"

Wang Zhuo: "Yes."

Lin Feiran was surprised: "No, what are you asking?"

Wang Zhuo: "I asked him why he was secretly in love, pointing to me, referring to a king, haha."

Lin Feiran smiled a little with a look of ignorance. He looked at He Yan and turned his head to pour hot water. He Yan looked at Shanglin Fei as if to see through everything, coughing uncomfortably, and the skin was not easy to make. Perceived red.

"Where is the king finished?" Wang Zhuo urged the pen, "What's next?"

The pens in the hands of the two began to doodle on the paper. He asked a few words to send the pen, and then left the pen: "If you don't ask, he will know to doodle on paper, I want to know later I will tell you." ”

Lin Feiran tightened the lid of the kettle and quickly glanced at the pen before leaving the basin.

Seeing Lin Feiran gone, Wang Zhuo wrapped up He Wei for a while, He Wei did not say, Wang Zhuo joked: "Is not me? I know you love me."

He Hao smiled with a good temper, raised his hand and pinched Wang Zhuo’s face, and said softly: "Yes, it’s you, I love you."

Wang Zhuo snorted: "Don't talk nonsense, quickly say, even you are screaming, isn't your brother?"

He Wei: "No."

Wang Zhuo: "..."

He looked at his watch and opened the topic and urged: "Go to sleep, turn off the lights immediately, don't get up again tomorrow morning."

Every morning, Wang Zhuo, who sleeps like a dead pig, picks up from the bed and tries to get the spirit. It is already one of the daily tasks of He Wei.

Wang Zhuo’s monkey-like squatting on the upper bunk, just stopped for three seconds, and bat-like hanging down from the top half of the body, reminding He Rudao: "You can owe me a secret, I remember."

He smiled and opened his lips to say something, and the light suddenly went out.

The next morning, Wang Zhuo went back to bed.

He Yutiansheng feels less than normal people, so he has the habit of getting up early. At half past five in the morning, He Hao washed his hands lightly and changed his clothes. When Wang Zhuo was asleep, he didn’t want to call him. He went downstairs to the cafeteria and bought two breakfasts and brought them back to the bedroom. He finished. The one of his own, got up and got together to Wang Zhuo’s ear, and the voice softly called: "Wake up, get up."

Wang Zhuo took the opportunity to shrink his head into the bed, not listening!

He Wei gently pushed Wang Zhuo: "It is going to be late."

Wang Zhuo does not move like a mountain.

He Wei went to the end of the bed and gently scratched Wang Zhuo’s foot with his nails. Wang Zhuo made two smirks from the quilt and slammed his feet back into the bed. The whole person was hidden in the bed, which is completely complete. Can't find it.

"I have breakfast for you, come down and eat." He Yan is patient, gentle, and when he is in a hurry, he is also fierce to Wang Zhuo. Seeing Wang Zhuo and playing with it, He Wei has to make a killing skill and pinch Wang Zhuo. The corner is slammed hard...

Wang Zhuo, who only wore a pair of underwear under the quilt, was forced to be exposed to the air.

A pillar of the sky!

He rubbed his throat up and down, and he rubbed his lips, and his face rushed as usual: "Get up."

"I am uncomfortable." Wang Zhuoguang huddled in a bed, his voice was slightly hoarse, with a nasal voice spoiled. "You help me wipe my face."

"What's wrong, a cold?" He Yan reached out to explore Wang Zhuo's forehead, hot.

Wang Zhuo’s use of the brain is a slap in the palm of his hand.

"It seems that the burning is very good, I will first find you medicine to eat." He Yan said to turn and turn the drawer.

"Hey--" Wang Zhuo licked his stomach and his face was painful. "The stomach hurts too, I want to go to the toilet."

"Come on, put on a little." He Yantou did not lift Wang Zhuo's pajama pajama pants to the upper bunk, apparently it is usually very busy to serve Wang Zhu.

Wang Zhuo said: "Uncomfortable, do not like to move."

He Wei: "..."

He Wei asked from the lungs: "So I will get you a potty?"

Wang Zhuo slammed out of the sound, put on his pajamas and swayed down from the upper bunk, screaming and screaming and pushing the door to the toilet.

A few minutes later, Wang Zhuo came back with a look and went to his chair.

"It must be a cold in the stomach. Yesterday, the ice cream was eaten more." He Yan spread his hand and had a capsule in his hand. Wang Zhuo did not look at it. He grabbed it and slid it into his mouth. He swallowed along the water.

He Yuji Education said: "Isn't I eating so many ice creams in the future?"

Wang Zhuo immediately served softly, hugged his waist and hugged He Wei, and put his face on He Wei’s lower abdomen. He said, “Don’t eat, I’m already dying.”

He couldn’t help but smile, 揉揉 Wang Zhuo’s hair: “So uncomfortable today, don’t go to class, I will help you with your leave, eat something and go to sleep.”

Wang Zhuo took a bite from the soy milk and said: "The baby can't climb the top."

He shook his quilt that had just been folded, and said gently: "Let's sleep at the bottom."

Wang Zhuo: "The baby's mobile phone is on top."

He Yan extended his arm to take Wang Zhuo’s mobile phone enough, then dragged the study desk to the bedside and piled up the various things that Wang Zhuo might use on the table. After finishing this, He Wei assured: "Then I go. After class, come back and borrow your notes at night."

"Go." Wang Zhuo waved, "Noon..."

He did not use his reminder, and he consciously said: "I will come back to give the baby a meal at noon."

Wang Zhuo gave him a kiss and kissed him weakly: "Love you, what?"

He Yan skillfully grabbed the kiss and pressed it to his face. In a joke, he said, "I love you too."

The author has something to say: La la la ~ the ghost on the pen is not MC broken ~ [MC break has been forgotten by the author