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Although he knew what he had done after waking up, Song Xinheng did not consciously apologize.

Song Xinshu, who delivered the breakfast, realized the strange atmosphere in the room as soon as he entered the door.Maybe it was because Fang Wei was awake, Song Xinheng didn't wear it open like yesterday morning, and even changed his clothes neatly.Song Xinheng put the breakfast in his hand on the table, first looked at the two raised quilts on the bed, then moved his gaze to Fang Wei who was sitting on the sofa.

His face was abnormally red, and his hands and feet were placed stiffly. Song Xinshu frowned slightly, and pressed the back of his hand to Fang Wei's forehead.

"Did you have a fever?" Thinking of Fang Wei sleeping on the sofa the day before, Song Xinshu thought of a cold for the first time, but the hand that put it on did not feel abnormal body temperature. Song Xinheng glanced in the direction of the two of them, and slowly removed the After opening the breakfast box, Song Xinshu took away his portion before he could eat it, and stuffed it into Fang Wei's hands together with the tableware.

"It's fine if you don't have a fever," Song Xinshu said in response to Fang Wei's negative answer, "Be hungry, eat something first."

Fang Wei didn't dare to look at Song Xinheng, so he took it and ate it silently.While Song Xinshu sat down and Song Xinheng continued to confirm the guest list, Fang Wei quickly finished his share, waited quietly for Song Xinheng to finish eating, got up and took the trash downstairs to throw it away.

"Did something happen between you and him?" As soon as Fang Wei left, Song Xinshu asked a question.

The younger brother, who was checking the information seriously just now, put down the pen and paper and began to question him in a blink of an eye. It can be seen that he really cares.The feeling of being stared at by Song Xinshu was very subtle. Song Xinheng turned the pen on his knuckles, as if he was thinking about how to speak.

"In the morning, I kissed him for some reason, and he turned into what he was just now."

Although I didn't ask who took the initiative, judging from Song Xinshu's expression, it was clearly believed that Song Xinheng moved his hand. As a person who was also kissed by Song Xinheng when he was a child, Song Xinshu's expression was not so serious, and he picked up a few documents again to read. :"that is it?"

"Otherwise, what else can I do?" Song Xinheng leaned over and said, "You clearly know that I shouldn't have married him in the first place."

"Don't say such things in the future. After all, you chose it yourself. You are obliged to take full responsibility for the other party. In addition to financial and legal responsibilities, you also have to bear mental and physical responsibilities. After all, you are now partners. It's far from enough." Song Xinshu paused, and continued: "If you want to find an excuse to divorce him in the past few years, I advise you to give up this idea."

"As an idol, choosing to get married itself has caused a lot of pressure on fans. If you dare to talk about divorce on this basis, this kind of fan behavior is absolutely unforgivable, and neither the company nor you can bear it." strike like this."

If you listen to Chancheng's rhetoric more, it won't be long before his lovely brother becomes some harsh manager.

Song Xinheng doesn't like this topic. It's not so much that he thinks about divorce, it's better to say that he hasn't even thought about divorce so far.

After checking the list, Song Xinshu came down from upstairs, saw Fang Wei in front of the aquarium, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

Unlike when he was upstairs, Fang Wei seemed much more stable after escaping from Song Xinheng's magnetic field.Taking out a customized card from his pocket, Song Xinheng handed it to Fang Wei: "This is yesterday's on-site signature card, and I saved one for you."

Fang Wei's eyes lit up in an instant, and he thanked him a few times when he took it with both hands.

He didn't even dare to ask Song Xinheng for an autograph... Song Xinshu thought, this person in front of him is easier to be satisfied than he imagined.

"Upstairs just now, Song Xinheng told me what happened this morning." Before Fang Wei showed a embarrassed expression, Song Xinshu comforted him nonchalantly: "Scared you, my brother, he has this problem since he was a child, If you wake up early, you will kiss the person sleeping next to you."

Before elementary school, Song Xinheng grew up with his grandparents. Grandma treasured him since he was a child, and would always tweet at his handsome grandson. I don't know when Song Xinheng developed this bad habit.Afterwards, he slept alone for many years, and he didn't see any problems, but whenever someone slept on the other side of his double bed, he would always be startled by the handsome man with his eyes closed and offering a kiss.

Before the age of seven, besides grandma, Song Xinshu was also kissed by him, and was taken out by the two adults as a joke for a long time.

Song Xinshu still remembers the touch back then, Song Xinheng's lips were surprisingly soft, and his words were not as hard as they are now.

"So you don't have to mind too much. My brother won't make things difficult for you. For the wedding, just leave it to me and Cancheng."

Although the meeting was set in Bloomington according to Song Xinheng's intention, this industrial city is not an ideal place for a wedding.From the outset, the wedding venue was set at the Brighton estate, a 10-minute drive from the stretch of pebble beach.

The experience of the two people is different, and the concentration is even more different.Even after kissing and filming dozens of kissing scenes, Song Xinheng's face was neither red nor heartbeat, and Song Xinshu couldn't tell for a while when he saw Fang Wei who had been silently pushing the box before boarding the plane.Who exactly took advantage of whom.Cancheng, who was walking behind, didn't notice this, and enthusiastically asked Fang Wei to choose a private villa with sea view that the two of them would live in during their honeymoon.

"Although it's a honeymoon, because Song Xinheng's domestic schedule is too tight, he can only enjoy a week in Brighton." Thinking of the one-week holiday after the wedding, Chancheng's smile became brighter: "Because it's the off-season , There are many buildings to choose from before booking, do you prefer a location near the pier, or a location where you can fall asleep listening to the waves.”

These options all sound too dreamy. For Fang Wei, a sofa is actually enough.

"I like it very much," Fang Wei said, thinking of the magazine interview that Song Xinheng participated in before. In the question about vacation, Song Xinheng said that the room he liked the most in the past was by the sea. But you can hear it."

Originally expecting Song Xinheng, who was walking ahead, to react a bit, but even if he heard it, he continued to move forward as if he hadn't heard it.

After all, Song Xinheng didn't like Hai himself, so the answer at that time was made up, so he just passed it off, and naturally he wouldn't remember it.

The plane arrived at the small airport, the car shuttled through the beautiful city, and arrived at the gate of the manor in a short time.The man who came to receive them was the owner of the manor, an elderly man. When he laughed, the gray beard on his cheek would tremble slightly with the frequency of his Adam's apple.Passing through the elegant buildings, Fang Wei saw the wedding scene for the first time in the huge garden.

"Inthen next two days, we will make adjustments according to your needs."

The planner in charge of the wedding chatted with Cancheng in fluent English, saying that he would make adjustments to the content that had been arranged according to the needs. Fang Wei had the right to participate in the scene, and walked back and forth in the venue suppressing his excitement I left, because it was a wedding for my comrades, and there were many places with similar patterns and designs to the photos in Fang Wei's old album at home.

In addition to lamenting the wealth of his two guardians, Fang Wei also has no doubt that Song Xinheng spent a lot of money for this wedding.When they got to the room they were going to live in for the next few days, the two of them looked at the only bed in the room, both showing expressions of surprise and helplessness.

"Same as the name of the manor, the design of the room is exquisite and warm, and it is really suitable for those who want to hold a wedding." Cancheng made a brief evaluation of the room: "Before the wedding the day after tomorrow, this is the room you will live in. Don't go wrong."

The hotel room is SOSWEET. When he opened the drawer, Fang Wei saw the condom with the floral logo printed on it.

He hurriedly stuffed the drawer back, then turned his head, and Song Xinheng was no longer in the room.