Empire Mecha Builder

"Yes, your request, can I not meet it?" Miya sighed, "Brother Zhihe, you should either take some medicine and sleep well, or go hang a water bath, and I will see you if the burn continues." IQ is going to burn out."

He shook his head: "Let's take some medicine, I have to go to Brother He He's house."

After hearing this sentence, Miya almost went crazy. She asked a little madly: "Brother Zhihe, are you in a coma? Now go to Brother He He's house? It's midnight, you are not afraid of disturbing other people's sleep ?"

He frowned, and said in a puzzled way: "I don't know what he's doing, anyway, he just sent me a WeChat message, saying that he wanted to discuss the script, anyway, he lives nearby, let's stop by."

Of course, in the end, the arm couldn't twist the thigh, so Miya had no choice but to let Xiao Yi drive straight to Brother He He's house. When getting off the car, Su Zhihe waved his hand and said a little tiredly: "Go back and rest, I'll just go back by myself later."

Miya looked at him a little hesitant to speak, and finally couldn't help but asked weakly: "Tell me, is it possible that Brother He He is looking for you because of Sister Qing?"

"Ah?" He was a little confused, suddenly as if he had thought of something, his confused mind suddenly cleared up, and he could only ask with some headaches, "You are honest...you ask the person who gave the drug, he won't Is it Brother He He?"

Miya nodded weakly, and then quickly climbed into the car: "Brother Zhihe, then I'll go first!"

Then the car drove away in a flash, leaving him alone in the wind.

Just as he was considering whether to walk back and send a text message to Brother He He to apologize, Brother He He's smiling voice came from ahead: "Zhe He, why don't you go up when you're here?"

He looked up and saw Brother He He was walking from the streetlight with a shopping bag, and the person beside him was Wan Li.

We only parted in the afternoon, and when we met again this time, the mood was quite different. To be honest, he was a little afraid to see Wan Li before the matter was fully settled.

If she smiles not because of him, he will be jealous, if she doesn't smile because of him, he will feel distressed.

All the contradictory emotions are used on one person, and then they can't, and they can't retreat, so they can only stand in embarrassment.

He touched his nose in embarrassment: "I just got out of the car, what are you?"

"Oh, I was looking for Qingqing's script for tomorrow, and I remembered that the first draft of the movie script also came. Anyway, you live nearby, so I found you by the way." Brother He He said with a smile, watching Wan Li's footsteps They all stopped, so they asked knowingly, "Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"

Su Zhihe looked at Brother He He with a bit of heartache, writing and directing himself without changing his face, without any embarrassment at all, and his heart was swept away like a tornado.

The movie has only just been finalized, so pulling him over to discuss the first draft of the movie at such a late hour is like... seeing a ghost.

Seeing Wanli's helpless expression, she pulled Brother He He's sleeve, pursed her lips and said, "Brother He He, since you still have a movie script to discuss, or I'll go back first." ? It’s not too late to be on the plane with you tomorrow.”

Brother He He glanced at Wanli in surprise, then turned his head and pointed at Su Zhihe: "Isn't your guy here? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Embarrassing, so f*cking embarrassing.

Although the matter between Wanli and Su Zhihe is not known in the circle, those who are familiar with Kuaiben, especially Brother He He, have helped a lot in the open and in the dark. Nosy, just a younger sister who has been in the heart for nearly ten years, and the other is the actor confirmed in his first movie. Seeing that the two of them obviously have something to say, he also feels distressed, so he has to Make this bad move.

In fact, when Miya came to ask him to bring medicine to Wanli, he keenly sensed that there was something wrong between the two of them. Otherwise, why didn't they just hand it over to Wanli, and let him bring it instead. Now it seems that it is as expected, because As soon as he said these words, the expressions of the two of them became subtle.

Wan Li was well dressed, almost wrapped in a coat, making her look even weaker and smaller. She took a deep breath, and then pulled out a smiling face. Instead of facing Brother He He's question directly, she slightly Asked in a begging tone: "I'm a little tired, can I go back first?"

The cold wind was blowing a bit bleakly, and he only got to the bone, and the filming was over. He didn't have time to change his clothes, he just wrapped up his coat in a hurry, but it was obvious that he couldn't hold on to the cold in front of the high fever. Su Zhihe only felt that the whole People are about to stand still, but the fact is true, he almost fell down, but fortunately, his eyesight and hands quickly supported the pillar of the street lamp before he managed to stand still. Seeing that the eyes of the two people were attracted by him, he Straightened up with difficulty, forced a smile and said: "It seems that I am sleepy, otherwise, I'd better go back first."

He stood under the yellowed street lamp, his shadow was stretched extremely long, his whole body was very cold against the snow color, but his cheeks and hands were red, it was obvious that he... looked like he was sick .

He He suddenly couldn't bear it anymore. In fact, if two people are pushed too tightly, sometimes it is not a good thing, so he nodded and said: "Well, I will talk to you another day." After a pause, He took a few steps forward and asked worriedly, "Do you want me to take you back?"

He waved his hand, and refused with a forced smile: "It's okay, what do my elders want you to escort, please be busy, I'll be back."

As he spoke, he walked away. In the quiet space, only the snow rustled between the leaves. His footsteps were so heavy that even the snow under his feet was creaked. Watching his figure gradually disappear In the darkness, desolate and lonely, Wan Li's eyes couldn't help turning red.

She quietly turned her face away, but He He's voice rang in her ears, and for a moment, hot tears fell from her eyes, even melting a small piece of snow.

He asked, "Wanli, do you feel bad?"

"Brother He He, stop joking," Wan Li shook his head, quickly wiped away his tears, and said stubbornly, "It's my turn to feel sorry for him."

She was wronged, but also very distressed.

Whether for himself or for him.

Obviously she wasn't the one who did the wrong thing, but why, now it seems that it's all her fault.

"But, you seem to be very sad now." Brother He He's words are always so sharp. After a pause, he persuaded again earnestly, "Gentleman, what's the matter, can't you explain it clearly? You have to mess with two people Is it okay to be sad?"

So she raised her face and asked in a daze: "Brother He He, tell me, did I do something wrong?"

This same sentence was asked by another person a few hours later. If Su Zhihe knew it, he might feel very distressed, but unfortunately, there is only He He here.

The yellowed light enveloped Wan Li softly inside, and she stood there with her head up, tears in her eyes, but desperately trying to force a smile, as if she was shut out by the world alone.

He He looked at her, his eyes seemed a little blurry, as if he had returned to a few years ago, the little girl who was scolded badly when she first came to Happy Camp, but could only hang her head and grit her teeth.

Ten years have passed, and she is still that little girl, forbearing, stubborn, and smiling because she doesn't want to trouble anyone.

Exactly the same as ten years ago.

Brother He He touched her head with some distress, and comforted: "No, you didn't do anything wrong." After a pause, he sighed again, and continued to persuade, "It's just that I feel light. There must be a misunderstanding, right?"

Wan Li shook his head sadly, his hands twisted together in a state of bewilderment: "He seems...doesn't believe me..."

The trust between lovers is the most difficult for outsiders to talk about, because only the person involved can know what is going on, so He He thought for a while, and couldn't help showing a weird smile. He pulled Wan Li's hand and said while walking: "Gently, Zhihe sent you medicine today, but I forgot to give it to you, do you want to go get it with me?"

"Medicine? I'm not sick," Wan Li shook his head, "No need..."

Brother He He raised his chin and pouted at her leg: "Didn't you say your leg was hurt?"

"This? It's okay, it doesn't hurt," she grinned, and stomped her foot deliberately to prove that she was really okay, "It's just a scratch, it's better soon."

But he didn't expect that He He would continue to drag her into the community: "That won't work, I still have to do what people asked me to do." He smiled again, "Besides, it's all here, Taiben didn't intend to do it right. Already?"

Unable to resist Brother He He's kindness, Wan Li had no choice but to follow him in step by step, but the more he walked, the more something seemed wrong.

When he stood in front of a certain building, He He swiped the access control card and beckoned her to go in, but she refused to take a step inside, instead she stood at the door and asked vigilantly, "Brother He He, Your home isn't here, is it?"

Having been spotted by Wan Li, He He acted like a normal person, but calmly asked, "No, it's here, did you remember correctly?"

It's late at night, the house number has long been blurred, and the surrounding houses look almost the same. You can only judge by the vaguely visible surrounding scenery. Brother He He's home in Beijing is rarely seen in Wanli. When He asked this rhetorically, he became unconfident, so he was taken in by him in such a daze.

The lights in the corridor seemed to be broken, and Wan Li was dragged by He Ge all the way, stumbling into it, and couldn't help complaining: "He He Ge, don't you care about the property here?"

He He seemed to hold back his smile, and his voice sounded very strange: "Well, it's been broken for several days, I'll complain another day."

When the light came on, Wan Li was already standing in front of a security door. When she saw He He ringing the doorbell, she had a premonition that something was wrong.

Who the hell still rings the doorbell when they get home! ! !

She wanted to leave, but Brother He He held her tightly. He looked at Wan Li with a half-smile and said, "Why, are you scared?"

This feeling is especially like the big bad wolf coaxing the little white rabbit, Wan Li felt like crying, she pointed at the door tremblingly and said to Brother He: "Brother He He..."

Before he finished speaking, the door unlocked with a click, and then, a head poked out.

It belongs to Su Zhihe.

His whole face was unbearably red, and he looked very listless. He raised his head and squinted his eyes for a look, and then called out in doubt: "Brother He He?" Then when he saw Wan Li, he froze. .

There was a smooth floor under his feet, which could almost illuminate people's shadows, Wan Li forgot to look away, and just looked at Su Zhihe with some embarrassment, for a moment, both of them were speechless.

When he came back to his senses, Wan Li felt that she was not well, and when he was about to walk away, the other party groaned and almost fell in front of him. Brother He He hurriedly stepped up to catch him, and then Just exclaimed: "Oh my God, why did you burn Zhihe like this!"

Her footsteps stopped immediately, she couldn't walk or stay for a while, and finally she was worried that she had the upper hand. She turned her head quietly, and when she looked back carefully, she found that He Hezheng was struggling to push him away. Move in.

Su Zhihe's height is around 1.8 meters, and Brother He He's 1.7-meter body obviously couldn't bear it. He probably lost consciousness due to the burn. Instead, Wan Li gritted his teeth, went over to grab his other arm, and moved him to the bedroom with Brother He He.

Because the room was heated, he was only wearing a simple white T.As soon as Wan Li touched his arm, he secretly thought it was bad, because the burn was too severe.

She quietly turned her head to look at his side face, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes covered her eyelids tightly, her cheeks and neck were almost red, it seemed that she had been burned for more than a while It's half time.

No wonder... No wonder today, in such a cold environment, the palm of his hand holding her was still warm, and she should have seen it earlier, his condition has been very bad today...

After all, it is the person who has hurt in his heart, even if he has misunderstandings and complaints, he has also cried secretly in the dark night, because he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at night because of what he did, but in the end, seeing this For the fragile Su Zhihe, Wan Li touched his chest, feeling distressed.

She sighed inexorably, first helped him to the bed with Brother He He and lay him down, then hurriedly twisted a wet towel and put it on his forehead, and finally found the medicine from all the boxes and chests, but Standing beside him with hot water, I don't know how to wake him up.

Wan Li smiled wryly, and secretly scolded himself for not being up to date, obviously he had agreed to break off the relationship, obviously he had been wronged and misunderstood, and as a result, when he fell ill, she was busy here to take care of him.

What is this?

In what capacity are you standing here?

Heartbroken, she put the things directly into Brother He He's hands, and then said with some anger: "Brother He He, he has no assistant or manager, why do we have to take care of him here in the middle of the night?"

Brother He He squinted his eyes at Wanli, then walked over with the medicine in his hand, muttering: "I heard that he had a cold a few days ago, maybe they didn't expect it to be so serious." After a pause, He looked up at Wanli again, "Come on, let's all go back, you're right, it's not that he doesn't have assistants and managers, why are the two of us here in the middle of the night to take care of him?"

As soon as he said he put the medicine on the table, he got up and left. When he got to the door, he found that Wan Li was still standing there motionless, so he couldn't help urging: "Why are you standing there? I can't die anyway."

Wanli: "..."

Feeling so tired, she raised her head and looked at Brother He He aggrievedly, and said with a half-crying sound in her mouth: "Brother He He, you are too dishonest in life, at least you have to call him up and take the medicine. ..."

He He held back his laughter, turned his face away: "I'm not trustworthy? Don't make trouble, just take a look at what time it is now, I have to fly to Shanghai tomorrow, don't care, go back, anyway. His assistant will be here in a few hours."

After a few hours, people are going to be stupid...

She stood there hesitantly, looked at Su Zhihe who was lying on the bed, then at He He who was standing at the door and beckoning to her, and finally gritted her teeth: "Wait for a while, I'll let him get up to eat first." Take some medicine."

At any rate... At any rate, I can't just ignore death...

He He yawned, waved his hands and said: "Then you shout, I'll go back first, ouch, I'm so sleepy, Taiwan, let's meet on the plane tomorrow, right?"

As he said that, Wan Li just watched him go out without hesitation, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

Hehe, Brother He He is such a fine person, he had premeditated it at all! ! !

She withdrew her gaze, almost gritted her teeth at Su Zhihe who was lying on the bed, and finally resigned to her fate and walked over, first shouting: "Hello, Su Zhihe."

There was no response, and there was a dead silence in the air.

She had no choice but to pat his arm again, this time there was finally a movement, Su Zhihe first snorted, then frowned, as if he was sleeping restlessly.

"Get up and take your medicine." She patted his arm again.

Then I saw the person on the bed, who seemed to be disturbed in his sleep and was very unhappy, he frowned and turned his face away, when Wan Li took another shot, he patted it impatiently with his backhand.

like a child.

In the boundless silence of the night, only the sound of breathing was heavy, the window was covered with snow, and the room was as bright as day. With this kind of light, she could clearly see the person on the bed, whose picturesque facial features were all wrinkled together. He bowed his body and hugged himself tightly like a shrimp, his sensitive and fragile side was exposed to Wanli without reservation.

Her heart, for some reason, softened all of a sudden.

In the end, she had nothing to do with him, she coaxed him up carefully and gently, maybe because sick people are too fragile, Su Zhihe's tone seemed much weaker.

After being called out by Wan Li, he opened his eyes with difficulty, raised his head to look at the person in front of him in a blur, and then murmured, "Wan Li?"

She hummed lightly, then handed over the medicine directly: "Come on, take the antipyretic medicine first."

As if he didn't hear it, Su Zhihe shook his head to himself, and laughed at himself: "Forget it, I guess I'm crazy, how could it be her."

After all, these days, he can almost only see that person in his dreams or on TV. How could he appear in his home at such a late night.

Thinking of this, he finished drinking the medicine obediently, put the cup aside, closed his eyes and poured it down: "Miya, it's all right, you can go back." After a pause, he reminded again in a daze, "Stop telling Brother He He about my illness."

It is self-evident who this exhortation is for.

This sentence made her nose sore, and she couldn't help calling out his name softly: "Su Zhihe..."

There was no response, and the sound of breathing became much more stable. Seeing that he fell asleep just like that, Wan Li was a little speechless.

Sighing, he took out the anti-fever sticker from the medicine cabinet and put it on for him directly, tucked the corner of the quilt for him, and then stared at the person on the bed for a long time.

The time on the wall clock had pointed to two o'clock in the morning, she yawned, seeing that Su Zhihe was fine, so she said silently: "Goodbye."

Finally, he quietly exited the room and walked out.

Su Zhihe was awakened by the sun.

When I opened my eyes, it was already eight o'clock in the morning, and I had no dreams all night.

He touched his forehead, the fever had subsided, and only the cold fever-reducing patch was stuck on his forehead.He silently tore off the anti-fever stickers, desperately thinking about what happened last night.

My memory is a little fuzzy, but it seems... Wanli finally came?

Soon, he vetoed his own idea. Indeed, it has become like this. If his life is in danger, Wanli might come and take a look...

When he took care of himself, he realized that the room was a little messy, with traces of being rummaged everywhere. There was still unfinished hot water and a washbasin on the table, and there was even a towel half-draped on it.

When he walked down the spiral staircase, he found that the downstairs was also marked by various rummaging. The cabinet was opened but not closed, the pillows on the sofa were thrown on the ground, and even the slippers were not put back into the slipper cabinet.

Is this really a thief...

He couldn't help having a headache, so when Miya came to pick him up and start work, he immediately complained to Miya: "Miya, I said you are a girl, you are too messy and beautiful! You just came here to help me change my fever. Post it, and then tell me to take the medicine, as for making my house like this?"

Miya went around him, poked her head in, and when she saw the almost messy living room, she couldn't help but raised her hand to cover her eyes, and said a little bit unbearably, "Brother Zhihe, you have been robbed." Right? Do you want me to call the police?"

"Call the police? Arrest you?" He asked with some doubts, "Aren't you the one who took care of me last night?"

Miya stared at him with wide eyes, then pointed to her nose: "Me? Brother Zhihe, are you a fool? Didn't you let me go back last night?"

He didn't listen to the second half of the sentence, he just frowned and thought about it carefully, wait a minute... If it wasn't Miya, then the person he saw last night... Was it really Wanli?

He was a little flustered, pinched Miya's hand and asked again eagerly: "Are you sure? You didn't come?"

Startled by him, Miya quickly shook her head: "I swear I didn't!"

Nervously, he took out his mobile phone, and when he dialed Wanli's number, he was nervous, held his breath and waited for more than ten seconds, when a cold girl came through the receiver.

"Hello, the user you dialed has turned off the phone, please try again later."

fall!Did Wanli block his number?

He stretched out his hand to Miya, and said hurriedly, "Miya, lend me your phone."

"Ah?" Miya obviously didn't react, and when she hurriedly found out the phone and handed it to him, Su Zhihe obviously calmed down again.

He waved his hand: "Forget it, no more," he said with a wry smile, "It's useless for her to answer the phone, after all, the matter on my side hasn't been dealt with yet."

The whole thing developed so fast that before Miya had time to figure it out, the two of them were already in the nanny's car.

The car drove smoothly on the streets of Beijing. He watched the scene passing by in front of him quietly. After a while, he looked at Miya and asked: "Miya, that person named Zeng Xi that day, you still have his number?"

Because the name was too unfamiliar, Miya thought for a while before realizing that the person was the paparazzi who secretly took the photo, so she nodded and said, "Also, why, do you want to find him?"

Su Zhihe nodded: "Help me spare some time today, and then ask him to meet in the tea room before."

"Brother Zhihe...do you want to?" Miya made a neck-scratching gesture, "Do you want to start with him?"

"Yes, I think about it, and it's only him." As he spoke, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It was very strange when he said that to me last time, and now it seems that Wanli and I's itinerary , It is estimated that Mr. Jia revealed it, if this is the case, it will be interesting."

The agent privately revealed that the artist’s itinerary was secretly photographed by the paparazzi. Unless it is deliberately arranged for hype, otherwise once this behavior spreads in the industry, the agent will become notorious no matter how famous he is. After all, which artist would like to be by his side? An □ □ it.

We are all ordinary people. Ordinary people who want to eat, drink, fall in love, and get angry will inevitably have a side in life that is unknown but cannot be exposed. Therefore, being an agent not only does not protect you, but takes your privacy as a pity. When it comes to selling points, then no matter how famous and resourceful he is, he would not dare to let others take risks.

Once the breakthrough is thought of, the execution is quick.

After finishing the day's shooting, he rushed to the tea room with a hurried expression. Miya was always reliable in her work. When he walked in, the short man was already waiting for him, smoking a cigarette.

Seeing him walk in, I couldn't help grinning, flicked the cigarette ash and said, "I said, you will come to me."

He frowned calmly, didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point: "Mr. Jia revealed my itinerary to you."

Zeng Xi took a puff of cigarette unhurriedly, and then said slowly, "50."

In the tea room, the tea mist curled up, and the man's face became somewhat blurred. He frowned, sat down generously, and said with a smile, "It looks like it is."

Zeng Xi became a little annoyed when he was easily quilt, but he soon realized that the other party was not an easy opponent, so he simply nodded and said: "Well, he took the initiative to contact us and gave you the itinerary. We mainly secretly photographed the girl's black material, but," he shrugged, "her private life is too boring, she stays at home without a job, and we couldn't photograph anyone outside all day, but fortunately, we finally captured the one with you The screen, we are the only ones who have a business relationship."

Hearing the evaluation of Wan Li from another person, Su Zhihe couldn't help laughing, and nodded in agreement: "No way, she is that kind of person." After a pause, he asked again, "Is there a recording? ? When you traded with Mr. Jia."

"He gave us [-] yuan to film you," Zeng Xi said while puffing on a cigarette, "It's true that we have the habit of recording every business deal, but the recording will be spread out, and it will not be good for our reputation. .”

"100 million." Su Zhihe stretched out a finger, and his tone became more and more calm, "I will pay ten times and buy your recording, as long as it can be heard that our itinerary was provided by him."

The man looked up at him, and said with a half-smile, "Cheerful, your friend is interesting," he said, and he glanced at him, "Then do you know which magazine I am from?"

Su Zhihe looked up at him, not to mention his short stature, his face was even more wretched, he frowned, he really couldn't remember which entertainment journal was doing this kind of business, but he remembered the man's rampant tone last time , couldn't help but asked with the thought of trying: "Is it popular?"

He couldn't help clapping his palms and laughed loudly: "Interesting and interesting." After a pause, "You guessed it right. I'll sell you this favor. You are a smart person, so you understand what I mean."

He frowned and nodded, knowing that the other party wanted to write off the last unhappiness, and sat down to discuss cooperation again.

So he sighed and asked, "You want this exclusive, right?"

The man just smiled without saying a word, waiting for his reaction.

It doesn't take much effort to talk to a smart person, just a few words are enough, let alone Su Zhihe, who has a very high dual quotient, he just thinks for a while, and he understands what the other person wants, so he nodded and said: " It doesn’t matter if you give all the exclusive rights to follow-up shoots in Beijing, but I have a condition.”

Zeng Xi stubbed out his cigarette and motioned for him to continue.

"First of all, I can't talk about the matter between Wanli and me. It's okay to give you an exclusive when it can be exploded. In return, the same, I will give you news." He knocked on the table, "Besides, you have to give me the recording, It doesn't matter how much money it is."

Zeng Xi nodded: "I understand what you mean," he laughed again, "We've already made money from this business, so we won't embarrass you, but money is a must."

He nodded, and immediately called Miya. After ordering something, he opened his hands and asked, "Where is the recording?"

Hearing the sound of the bank account information arriving in the account, Zeng Xi stopped procrastinating and took out the recording pen and handed it to Su Zhihe, and then said with a smile on his face, "Then we have a happy cooperation."

"Pleasant to work with."

When he took the recording pen and strode out the door, he felt that the snow in the sky was about to stop, and the thin winter sun penetrated the thick clouds. Although it was still white, it was not cold after all.

In this world, there are people who are radiant, and there are people who are covered in mud, and now he is walking towards his radiance covered in mud.

Just as he got into the nanny car, Wan Li's phone call came in, and he immediately pressed the answer button with some surprise. Soon, Wan Li's crisp voice came from the receiver.

"Su Zhihe..." She seemed to be hesitating before calling out his name, and then, without waiting for his response, she hurriedly said, "Can you come over?"

If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come

》》》chapter23

For some reason, he always had an ominous premonition, so within half an hour after hanging up the phone, he raced to the place agreed with Wan Li.

It is a quiet private club.

After he got out of the car, he told Miya to wait here, and then he put on his hat and sunglasses and walked in with his head down.

Probably because he had been greeted long ago, as soon as he entered the door, a respectful waiter led him inside with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes.

He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Wanli's gourd, and he was afraid that something might happen to her, so he could only anxiously follow the waiter until he passed through the winding corridor, and a royal blue door lay in front of him.

The waiter stopped, raised his hand and said softly, "Sir, the lady who invited you is already waiting for you inside."

He nodded politely, and didn't open the door until he watched the waiter leave. Looking up, Wan Li was dozing off with his head on his hands, and a tiny light and shadow hit her face. It was mottled, but it was so kind that it hardly left any marks on her face.

Just like the first time he met her in the early years.

He narrowed his eyebrows, and called out her name cautiously: "Gently?"

No one responded, only the sound of long breathing in the room.

Looks... probably exhausted.

Since there were no accidents in Wanli, he was half at ease. He closed the door lightly, then went straight to sit opposite her, and then stared blankly at the familiar face in front of him.

The unstoppable longing gushed out in an instant, hitting the softest part of his heart all at once.

The brown hair curled up a little restlessly, the eyelashes were long and thick, and there were dark circles under the eyelids that obviously didn't come from a good rest.

It's great that she's still here.

It's been a long time since I saw her so carefully.

He felt that his appearance must be a bit silly, so he couldn't help but curled his lips silently, and then stretched out his hand to rub her hair, but retracted it again.

So he lay down on the table quietly like that, watching the girl across from her closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The window sill was covered with white snow, looking around, the tone of the whole city was dark and long, but the severe cold in his heart was dispelled.

Mysunshine.

This word suddenly appeared in my mind, so I squinted my eyes and smiled, the ups and downs of a flashy and noisy life can be regarded as a thousand sails, but the weak water is three thousand, only she is the sunshine that reaches the bottom of my heart.

very nice.His sunshine is still here.

I don't know how long it took, but when the sky gradually darkened, Wan Li snorted and woke up leisurely.

Seeing that she was still covered with a coat when she fell asleep on the sofa, she was taken aback, then immediately looked forward reflexively, and was relieved when she realized that the person sitting and playing with a mobile phone appeared in front of her, so she Scratching his hair, he asked with some embarrassment: "Su Zhihe, why didn't you wake me up..."

Hearing the movement, Su Zhihe raised his head from the screen, and said innocently: "I called, but I can't help you if you don't get up."

Wanli: "..."

She was a little embarrassed. When she took care of Su Zhihe earlier, because the other person was in a semi-comatose state, she couldn't talk and interact directly. She didn't feel anything, but once this person sat in front of her, she felt a little uncomfortable. .

After all, it was more or less a happy and unpleasant past.

So her five fingers suddenly locked, grabbed the sofa, and then smiled and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well yesterday."

Seeing her like this, Su Zhihe sighed secretly, he put down the phone, then straightened up and walked to Wanli to sit down, pretending to inadvertently ask: "Is it true that I didn't sleep well, or is there something else? What happened?"

Wan Li's face turned red inexplicably, she quietly looked away, then coughed dryly pretending to be okay, and changed the subject: "I'm looking for you today for business."

He nodded, indicating that he was listening.

"I found this when I was sorting out my phone today..." Wan Li took out his phone, and his expression suddenly became extremely strange, "I've been too busy these days, so I forgot that I still have this, but... Anyway, you... just listen to it first."

Obviously, Su Zhihe missed the point this time. He pointed at Wan Li's cell phone that looked like a large Hello Kitty, pursed his lips and asked, "Clean up your cell phone? What are you sorting out?"

"Deleted things related to you..." Wan Li weakly turned his face away, and his voice became lower, "By the way, your keywords are blocked."