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He hesitated for a long time before opening Wink's email, which was full of polite nonsense.

He obviously didn't even send him an invitation, but he was ashamed to say that he didn't have time and would not attend Song Xinheng's wedding.

This feeling of being seen through is a side effect that only Wink's words can bring.Song Xinheng clicked on the email a few times, except for the blessing VCR without half emotion, there is no emotion between the lines, and the deliberate sense of distance is definitely not like that of a best friend of ten years.Throwing the phone aside, Song Xinheng lay flat, seeing his displeased face from the ceiling.

The scene when he was rejected is still vivid in his memory, Song Xinheng thought, his expression at that time must be uglier than now.

Song Xinheng has never been to Bloomington, but Wink has been here before to shoot a feature film. At that time, during the several calls between the two, Wink was eating desserts on the set. It is said that it is a famous shop in the city center.Song Xinheng didn't pay much attention at that time, but it turned out a few days later. Wink has not yet returned to China, and the creamy dessert with an ultra-short shelf life has traveled across mountains and seas and was sent to Song Xinheng.

Maybe it was because of the bitterness in his mood, Song Xinheng somewhat missed the sweetness that could not be melted back then.

Song Xinheng still remembers the name of that store, it is PHOTOS, and the classic desserts designed are very graphic.Thinking that he would have time to look for it tomorrow, Song Xinheng took a note from the bedside drawer and wrote down the store related to memories.

The bathroom door creaked, and after a moment of calm, hesitant footsteps came.

Obviously just after taking a shower, Fang Wei wrapped himself up as tightly as a zongzi, and even wrapped the belt of the bathrobe several times, as if if he didn't wear it properly, he would reveal some ulterior purpose.Song Xinheng didn't bother to talk to him, turned over and pretended to be asleep.After realizing that Song Xinheng's attention was not on him, Fang Wei, who was walking along the wall, quickly pulled out the blanket from the cabinet.

The temperature at night is not low, and the sofa is wider than expected, which is a size suitable for Europeans and Americans to lie flat and stretch out.

Fang Wei laid out the blanket, watched Song Xinheng fall asleep, and went to the balcony to answer the call from Chancheng.About 10 minutes later, Fang Wei turned back and did not forget to charge Song Xinheng's mobile phone before lying down on the sofa to enjoy the exotic dreams.After finishing all this, he dimmed the lights and lay down on his back. From this angle, he could only see half of Song Xinheng's protruding feet.

Even so, Fang Wei was content, whispered goodnight, and changed into a comfortable sleeping position under the thin blanket.

A few minutes later, the air conditioner above his head suddenly turned on, and before he could fall asleep, Fang Wei woke up from the cold.

Chancheng said before that Song Xinheng is a waste of resources. Not only does he like to turn on the lights in the room when he sleeps, but he also likes to lower the temperature in the room. He has to wrap up a thick autumn and winter quilt in low temperature conditions to sleep well.After pressing the remote control casually, Song Xinheng got back into the quilt contentedly, but Fang Wei was not so lucky, so he could only stand up, shivering on the sofa with his knees hugged.

The sudden drop in temperature was uncomfortable, and Fang Wei, who had lost all sleepiness, finally got up and walked to the bedside table.

The remote control is placed on it, and the "22 degrees" displayed on it is obviously much lower than the previous room temperature.Looking at the back of Song Xinheng sleeping soundly, Fang Wei held his breath, put his index finger on the heating button, and pressed it carefully a few times.When it was confirmed that the temperature had returned to the normal level, Song Xinheng suddenly turned over, and Fang Wei was so frightened that he quickly adjusted the temperature back.

It seemed that he really cared about the temperature, Fang Wei sighed, and stared enviously at the thick quilt on Song Xinheng.It was impossible to just sit and wait, so he went to the cabinet where the blanket was taken, and rummaged in it for a while, but failed to find any cotton products that could keep him warm.

The phone in the room can be called directly to the front desk. Fearing that it will affect Song Xinheng's sleep, Fang Wei plans to go to the front desk to ask for one.

Putting on a coat, Fang Wei noticed the box in the hands of the couple getting out of the elevator when he entered the elevator. On it were the same words as Song Xinheng's bedside note.After a brief interrogation, Fang Wei found a cake shop that was open until the early hours of the morning on the street where the hotel was located.From his coat pocket, he took out the stack of pounds that Chancheng had stuffed for himself before, and bought the remaining cheesecake on the shelf.

Waking up the next day, when Song Xinheng sat up from the bed, he saw an unknown creature wrapped in a cocoon on the sofa.

The doorbell of the guest room rang, and Fang Wei, who had buried his head in the quilt, turned over and was silent again.Not sure where the new quilt came from in the room, Song Xinheng got out of bed at the urging of the doorbell, and reluctantly stepped on his slippers to open the door.

"Good morning, today's schedule is very busy, if you want to sleep in, let's choose another day."

Standing at the door were Chancheng and Song Xinshu. The former was still holding a small book in which he memorized Song Xinheng's arrangements for today in both Chinese and English.Song Xinshu looked at his brother who was extremely disheveled expressionlessly, and raised his hand to help him pull off the pajamas that exposed half of his shoulders.After entering the room, Fang Wei, who thought he would lie on the bed, curled up on the sofa. Everyone could see that the ambiguity that was expected last night did not happen.

"I thought it was such a good opportunity... Forget it..." Cancheng waved his hand, and his eyes fell on the exquisite box on the table: "The hotel accommodation comes with breakfast. Has anyone of you gone out in the morning? You even bought it on purpose." Cake for breakfast?"

Song Xinheng with disheveled hair rubbed his eyes, in a daze, he didn't remember when he bought the cake.

"It's your dessert again?" Cancheng sighed: "Forget it, time is running out, you come with me, and you can eat it on the way."

Fang Wei always wakes up very early, and it seems that he should have gone to bed very late last night.Not wanting to wake him up, Song Xinshu turned up the temperature in the room. After Song Xinheng changed his clothes, Fang Wei on the sofa was soon left in the room.

"You are really amazing." On the way to the venue, Cancheng handed the cake to Song Xinheng, for fear that he would suddenly strike because he was hungry and in a bad mood: "I only occupy such a big bed by myself, let Gang and you Married people sleep on the sofa, you are also embarrassed."

"I asked him. He chose the sofa himself. Besides, the sofa doesn't look very narrow."

"Even if it's not narrow, at least it's under the air conditioner. If you turn the temperature down so low, even I suspect that you deliberately made him catch a cold."

"I didn't do it on purpose. You know it's too hot and I can't sleep, and he's such a big man, how could he be frozen casually." Convinced by the double standard in front of him, Chancheng didn't argue with him anymore.Still hungry, Song Xinheng opened the box, and the cake presented in front of him was very delicate, and the decorative patterns were more distinctive than ordinary cakes. Song Xinheng went to look through the box again, and it turned out to be from that shop.

Is it a coincidence?Dispelling this idea, Song Xinheng knew that Fang Wei had seen the note on the bedside.

Seeing that he slept so deeply this morning, he probably bought it for himself when he went out to get the quilt last night.

Although the guy is timid, he seems to be a very careful person.

Thinking about it, Song Xinheng cut a piece of cake and tasted the sweetness of cheese in the morning.