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At 05:30 in the afternoon, Fang Wei, who was ready to go, received a call from an unfamiliar number.

It was Cancheng who called, and with a few short sentences, Fang Wei's original luck was completely extinguished.Just like what I was worried about before, don't expect Song Xinheng to leave me a VIP ticket, even if Fang Wei has a ticket in his hand, in order to reduce Fang Wei's exposure, before the wedding, at the meeting in Bloomington, and Song Xinheng's marriage partner is not allowed to appear.

"What do you want to eat for dinner? Call the front desk and they will send it to your room. After the meeting at night, because we have to confirm the details of the weekend wedding, we will go back very late. You don't have to wait for us, just take a shower Go to bed early." Cancheng told me carefully on the phone: "If you need to contact me urgently, just use the phone card I gave you and call this number."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Wei took out the ticket from his pocket, and the high interest just now disappeared in an instant.

"It's very expensive..." Fang Wei stared at the ticket in his hand, and the position of his thumb pressed the price of the fare that he could only afford by saving money.Putting the ticket aside, Fang Wei saw his new clothes and the disappointment he couldn't hide in the full-length mirror by the window.

It seems that the beautiful clothes sent by Cancheng can only be worn as home clothes in the hotel.

There was nothing much to look forward to about the British staple, and Fang Wei ate only a little of the creamy stew served for dinner.Taking advantage of Song Xinheng's absence, Fang Wei rolled on the bed after taking a shower, and connected to the hotel's WIFI to check for new emails.Sure enough, the old friend who was in contact with Fang Wei in Birmingham in the group before, sent Fang Wei the photos of the scene immediately.

"As soon as I went to the venue, I looked for you in the fourth row, but I didn't see you, but there was an empty seat. I wondered if you didn't come because of visa issues. If you came, remember to take a picture of you Send me the photo~" Just a few lines of text were accompanied by a lot of emoji, Fang Wei clicked on a few photos and looked at them, because Song Xinheng in the photos looked very small because they were in the back row.

Even though the quality of the photos is not high, and some of them are blurred because of the close-up, you can still see his provocative smile clearly, and accurately received Song Xinheng's beauty crit.Fang Wei turned and looked at it for more than ten minutes, his mind was full of the idea of ​​getting into the screen to help Song Xinheng fasten the buttons, although he also knew that even if he really got in, he would not dare to do it casually.

He admitted that he was a little cowardly, but when he thought that he was lying on the place where the man slept yesterday, he felt very courageous.

Last night, Song Xinheng was very casual, and he didn't seem to restrain himself because of the presence of another person in the room. Just like the photos taken in photo magazines, the clothes were loose and the hair was washed fluffy. Fang Weik couldn't contain his excitement.He jumped out of bed and dragged out the suitcase, rummaged through it for a while, and successfully found Song Xinheng's semi-naked magazine pages.

The living one didn't dare to look at it openly, Fang Wei took the paper to the bed like holding a baby, and looked at it carefully under the light of the desk lamp. Song Xinheng's figure at that time was not as good as it is now, but his stomach The muscles have begun to take shape, and the shoulders look very strong.Fang Wei touched it with his hand, but he could feel nothing except the smooth touch of the matte paper.

It would be great if I could really touch it, Fang Wei blushed and thought, in fact, being able to talk properly is already a very luxurious thing.

Although it is a wedding for two people, Fang Wei is like an outsider who knows nothing about the cost. The guest list has nothing to do with him. Only a small part of the details of the wedding process needs to be confirmed with Fang Wei himself, and the participation is not as good as Accompanied by Chancheng and Song Xinheng.The only thing that can prove that the wedding party is him is the wedding ring that may be more expensive than Fang Wei himself.

At 01:30 in the morning, Song Xinheng pushed open the door of the hotel room, and it was so dark inside that he couldn't see his fingers.

Song Xinheng, who needs light even for sleep, first suspected that he had entered the wrong room, and after reconfirming the room number plate, he fumbled and pressed the switch at the entrance.The first thing to light up was a row of auxiliary lights on the balcony. Song Xinheng changed his shoes and walked in a few steps. There was nothing on the sofa, but the huge white silkworm cocoon he saw this morning appeared in front of him last night. sleeping position.

You are really welcome, Song Xinheng stared solemnly for a few seconds, took the towel and went to the bathroom first.

When he came out again, Fang Weilian's posture on the bed did not change, and he was lying there quietly on his side wrapped in a quilt.With a cold face, Song Xinheng hangs his changed clothes on the balcony. The hair dryer is silent, and even if it is turned on to the maximum wind speed, Fang Wei cannot be woken up from sleep.The clock on the wall pointed to two o'clock, and Song Xinheng, who was standing on the balcony, was hesitating whether to wake Fang Wei up or not.

He himself often stays in bed, so he naturally knows how bad it feels to be woken up in the middle of sleep.Song Xinheng, who was rarely considerate, finally gave up the idea of ​​waking Fang Wei up. He walked to the bed and looked down at Fang Wei's peaceful sleeping face.

Falling asleep is as insignificant as being awake. If there is any difference, Song Xinheng noticed that Fang Wei's eyelashes were longer than many girls' eyelashes when he was asleep.But even if he found a little advantage, Song Xinheng resolutely stretched out his hand, passed through the gap between Fang Wei's body and the bed sheet, and hugged him firmly and firmly.

Even the weight didn't make any sense, thinking about it, Song Xinheng moved Fang Wei to the direction of the sofa.

The temperature of the air conditioner had been turned down before. When Song Xinheng put Fang Wei on the sofa, the air-conditioning on his arms was hard to ignore. After tucking the corners of the quilt for Fang Wei, Song Xinheng went straight to the bed , shook off his quilt.

After lying in the warm blanket for only ten seconds, Song Xinheng turned over and got out of bed, and moved Fang Wei back.

Fang Wei slept deeply. Although he didn't wake up, because of the temperature difference, his brows were not as stretched as before, and he probably dreamed of something bad.Thinking that this person probably woke up from the cold last night, not only did he not get angry at himself but also bought a cake for himself, Song Xinheng couldn't bear it anymore, and felt that it was really unreasonable to let people lie there for another night like this.

Song Xinheng has high requirements for temperature, he would rather share a bed with his fans than turn the air conditioner back on.

The shower gels provided in the hotel are all the same. Close your eyes, and from the direction where Fang Wei is, Song Xinheng can smell the same fragrance as himself.This feeling is both familiar and strange. In the first time in the group, because they ate and lived together, all five of them would have the same smell. Later, in the love of getting together less and more apart, the same scent of Wink and himself became more and more ambiguous. Precious enough.

Also at night like this, when he was sleeping next to him, he could easily touch it with his hand.

Hugs, kisses, and even the most intimate gestures, once taken for granted, now seem too extravagant to be real.Song Xinheng turned over and lay on his side, keeping a distance of one meter from Fang Wei who was sleeping soundly behind him. He was a little far away from that fragrance, and the Wink in his memory gradually became blurred. Before he knew it, Song Xinheng entered the room safely in the quiet night. Dreamland.

It was early morning when he woke up again, and Song Xinheng was still asleep. The moment he squinted his eyes, he noticed the sight cast from above.

The man didn't seem to expect that he would wake up. Because he was too close, he didn't know how to get away for a moment. In a trance, Song Xinheng only heard him say "good morning" in a cautious voice, as if he was worried that he would disturb him. to myself.

Is it already morning?Maybe it was because the other party's intention to please was too obvious, Song Xinheng rarely lost his temper.

Realizing that the other person wanted to slip away, Song Xinheng subconsciously stretched out his right arm when the person was about to move away from above him.As expected, he hooked the man's neck, and the moment a smile appeared, he gently moved and gave his good morning kiss smoothly.

"Good morning." He let go of his hand, and his lazy smile gradually melted into the morning light that poured into the room.