Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Lin Weiwei moved his wrist, symbolically waved his fist a few times in front of him, and said angrily, "I don't care about you."

After finishing speaking, Lin Weiwei closed the window, removed all the obstacles between the two beds, and quickly pushed the small bed to close it over there.

With a "bang", the two beds collided together, which shocked Lin Weiwei, and wiped his sweat from exhaustion, and said, "Moving the bed in the middle of the night will exhaust me to death. It's also a sick number. Why am I so tired?" awful."

Lin Weiwei was tired and paralyzed on the bed, and he waved his hand casually, hitting Ji Mingyou on the chest, and quickly withdrew his hand.

What is she doing, are the two getting too close?

Ji Mingyou moved his body, as if awakened by a start, he grabbed Lin Weiwei's wrist casually, and the crease between his brows gradually unfolded.

"Stay by my side, don't lose contact, or I will be anxious if I can't find you."

Ji Mingyou exerted a little force on his hands, not as flustered as before, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said softly.

Lin Weiwei opened his eyes wide. It turned out that he had dreamed about his sister, no wonder he was so anxious.

"Relax, don't have any more nightmares." Lin Weiwei turned the wet towel over, patted it, and said softly.

He must have a lot of things on his mind, he has been having nightmares tonight.

Please, let Ji Mingyou have a good dream.

Lin Weiwei felt the temperature from his wrist, blinked, and no longer rejected it.

For the first time, she really got to know Ji Mingyou, and saw his unknown appearance, his past and tenderness.

Lin Weiwei curled his mouth in relief. He was nervous to be alone with Ji Mingyou, but now he is quite relaxed.

"Good night, let us both have a good dream." Lin Weiwei's eyelids became heavier, his vision gradually blurred, and he fell asleep after praying earnestly.

Ji Mingyou was startled for a moment, realizing that he had finally found someone, his anxiety faded away, and he smiled slightly: "I found you, Lin Weiwei."

The words dissipated in the quiet night, but no one answered.

A ray of sunlight shines in in the morning, and you can hear the birdsong outside the window.

As soon as Ji Mingyou turned over, the towel on his head was already dry and fell on the pillow.

Ji Mingyou maintained good work and rest habits, opened his eyes, picked up the towel and said, "Why are you here?"

Before Ji Mingyou was fully awake, Lin Weiwei next to him snorted, kicked him over, and said sharply, "Don't make noise, I want to sleep late."

Ji Mingyou was wondering why Lin Weiwei's legs were so long enough to kick him, when he turned around, he saw Lin Weiwei sleeping beside him.

"What's going on?" Ji Mingyou had a delicate touch on his hand, and quickly withdrew his hand, his face flushed, and he slept all night holding Lin Weiwei's hand.

Ji Mingyou got up, and his movements were large, the quilt fell down naturally, his body was cold, and he asked in panic: "What's going on, where are my clothes?"

He obviously wore a shirt yesterday, and he didn't sleep with Lin Weiwei, everything changed when he woke up.

Ji Mingyou was completely sleepy, looked at him suspiciously, and shouted angrily: "Lin Weiwei, give me a reasonable explanation."

I can't remember what he did last night.

"It's so early in the morning, why are you arguing, it's so annoying." Lin Weiwei woke up in the middle of the night and was busy, and naturally didn't get enough sleep. She, who likes to stay in bed, wrapped herself in a quilt and refused to communicate.

With Lin Weiwei's back turned, she just wanted to sleep and forget about other things.

"Lin Weiwei, where are my clothes?" Ji Mingyou suppressed his anger, fixed his gaze, and asked sharply.

Ji Mingyou checked it and was sure that it was just the shirt that was missing, and nothing else happened.

"Just sit next to me, don't make any noise." Lin Weiwei smacked his mouth and went back to sleep impatiently.

Ji Mingyou put on his clothes in a complicated mood. He didn't like contact with others, let alone being in the same room with others. Only Lin Weiwei was an accident, but it was unexpected.

Ji Mingyou rubbed his temples, desperately recalling what happened yesterday, only a few fragments flashed in his mind, and there was a soft soothing voice, and then they were fragmented and couldn't be pieced together.

Ji Mingyou punched the wall, frowning. Was it Lin Weiwei who he took the initiative to grab?

The sound of "Boom" made Lin Weiwei, who had fallen into a deep sleep, tremble. He got out of the quilt in fear, and asked sleepily, "What are you doing? You had a high fever all night yesterday. You just went back to rest."

Hearing the sound, Ji Mingyou raised his eyebrows suspiciously, remembering the dropped towel, and asked in a deep voice: "I had a fever last night, did you take care of me all night?"

"Yes." Lin Wei nodded blankly, as if he hadn't woken up.

Ji Mingyou's anger subsided slightly, his eyes were deep, he coughed lightly, and asked curiously: "Then what about my shirt and the beds for the two of you?"

He had a fever and lost consciousness, and he shouldn't have become like this. It's easy to be misunderstood so quickly.

"Speaking of this, I will get angry. I told you not to take medicine, wet your shirt, and grabbed my hand to prevent you from leaving. I will push the bed to your side in the middle of the night. Is it easy for me?" After hearing this, Lin Weiwei said, Rubbing his eyes, he gestured angrily, accusing him of making trouble for no reason.

Lin Weiwei grabbed the other wrist, closed his eyes, and imitated Ji Mingyou's tone and said, "Don't go, stay by my side."

"How did I help you remember?" Lin Weiwei lost his drowsiness, got up directly, put on yesterday's loose clothes, and smiled.

Ji Mingyou's face gradually became gloomy, he pressed his forehead, felt dizzy, and gritted his teeth: "I remembered, thank you yesterday."

Damn, it's a shame to remember it under these circumstances.

Ji Mingyou pressed the wound, and pursed his thin lips lightly. It seemed that Lin Weiwei had taken care of him for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel better.

Lin Weiwei tidied up, and when he was about to wash his face, he suddenly turned his head and asked, "What did you dream about last night, and you kept telling people not to leave."

Ji Mingyou blushed, turned his head away in embarrassment, covered his mouth, and said with a dry smile: "It's nothing, don't take your sleepy words seriously."

"Well, I see you're flustered, and you're holding on tight." Lin Weiwei shrugged indifferently, and walked out of the room with a towel.

As the footsteps went away, Ji Mingyou breathed a sigh of relief, pressed his forehead, and sighed softly.

Last night, Lin Weiwei was the only one in his dream, and she was by his side.

"It must be that she was too tense after the fire yesterday, and she was even dreaming." Ji Mingyou sat on a chair with a headache and said in a low voice.

Just when he was distressed, the phone jingled, and he took it away to see that it was a message from Tang Yun.

Ji Mingyou calmed down, Tang Yun usually wouldn't bother him in the morning unless it was something urgent.

Ji Mingyou leaned lazily on the chair, clicked on the information from the developer, and after looking at it, his eyes turned cold.

A surveillance video was released showing a man in black pouring gasoline into the store, igniting it, and fleeing the scene excitedly.

Obviously, the fire in the dessert shop was not accidental, it was because someone wanted Lin Weiwei or him to be trapped in the fire.

Who did everything possible to kill him, Ji Mingyou clenched his fists angrily.