• Room.
• It is very simple, with only a sofa and a table.
• Wang Junkai was sitting on the sofa at this time, his feet were on the table, and his long legs were fully exposed. For some reason, he had a little ruffian spirit of a son-in-law, which made people unable to move their eyes away.
• After experiencing some twists and turns, he did not have the slightest embarrassment, and he was still clear and handsome.
• 
• His bright eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly resting, but in fact he was thinking.
• Thinking about all the ways to escape, after all, sitting still is not his style of Wang Junkai.
• With a "squeak", the door opened.
• Wang Yuan walked in, Wang Junkai raised his head, the two people's eyes met, and at the same time, his eyes narrowed.
• 

  wangjunkai

  Yes?
• Wang Junkai's voice was a little cold. To be honest, Wang Yuan really impressed him.
• 

  wangyuan

  Well, I...
• The moment Wang Yuan saw Wang Junkai, he almost couldn't help but want to tell him the truth, but he held back in time.
• Now... can't say yet...
• 

  wangyuan

  Brother, I wrote you a poem.
• Wang Junkai sat up with serious eyes.
• He is very suspicious of the current situation. Wang Yuan grew up with him. He knows how Wang Yuan is, how could he do such a thing?
• Over there, Wang Yuan had already spoken.
• 

  shangxue

  Next, learn from the poetry content of "Beauty as Stuffing", sorry.
• The simplest existence in the universe
• Stagger
• The most complex form of life
• The morning is lost and the twilight is gained
• Can cover every day
• Can occupy every year
• ...
• Wang Junkai listened carefully, this must be some kind of prompt, but what exactly?
• Next Chapter