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Song Xinheng's question was very sudden, Fang Wei was taken aback for a moment, and said that he was the parent of a child in the class.

"Although I don't know much about jet lag, it's just early in the morning in China. Parents who can make a special call are rare." Song Xinheng originally planned to say that the sound of the phone downstairs disturbed him, but he looked at Fang Wei. With a confused expression, he changed his mind again. He looked at Fang Wei's child's pajamas from head to toe, and asked him, "It's so late, what's the matter with you standing here?"

"I just saw the window was open downstairs, so I thought...wondering whether I should go in and close it."

Although still a little nervous, Song Xinheng still has to admit that Fang Wei has made great progress in talking to himself.The movements are not so cramped, and the expression is not so rigid. Although I still can't look at each other, I can answer my own questions smoothly.At the same time, Song Xinheng also lost a piece of fun. Fans have immunity, so I really don't know if it is a good thing.

"Is it just to close the window?" He curled his lips: "How should I say it? Did Chancheng tell you that this is our room?"

Different from the residence in China, all the accommodation in the UK, Chancheng said, is shared by Song Xinheng and Fang Wei.In this sense, it is indeed not fair to let Song Xinheng monopolize the room with the largest specification and the best view.But even though he swore an oath to God in a fair capacity, Song Xinheng still knew that his poor husband was not conscious of defending his rights.

When he successfully closed the balcony window, Fang Wei turned around, and Song Xinheng managed to see the red tips of his ears.

"It's getting late, I'm going to bed first." Song Xinheng turned off the phone screen and got into his bed again.

The lights in the room are on, and even with closed eyes, you can notice the shadows in the room.Although Fang Wei is not as tall as Song Xinheng, the shadow cast on the wall has long arms and legs.Such a shadow remained still for a while, but gradually moved towards the other side of the bed.

In the 22-degree room, Fang Wei buried everything except his face in the quilt, praying that his hairstyle would still be there when he woke up tomorrow morning.

In fact, he wanted to ask Song Xinheng if he could sleep here, but he was afraid that if he spoke up, he would be beaten by Song Xinheng.

Fang Wei didn't know when his impression of him became like this, but he really wanted to stay and sleep here.

Half asleep and half awake, Fang Wei heard the sound of Song Xinheng's even breathing after falling asleep, followed by the notification tone of the mobile phone.Fang Wei took it over in a daze. It was a text message that just came in, reminding the delayed text message that the reservation was successful two hours ago.Fang Wei hesitated for a few seconds before realizing that what he brought over was Song Xinheng's cell phone, and silently put the cell phone back to its original position.

He quietly turned around, and while Song Xinheng was asleep, he gently leaned against his idol's back through the quilt.

In fact, this is already very good, he thought so, when he wakes up tomorrow morning, he can't be so greedy like now.

The night passed, and it was still early when I woke up again. As expected, the person on the other side of the bed had long since disappeared.

After getting up, washing and changing clothes, Fang Wei went to the kitchen downstairs. The oven was covered with phone numbers of nearby restaurants that had already ordered meals, and someone would deliver them if you called. At the same time, the refrigerator was also full of expensive ingredients.Fang Wei was not used to the seasoning of foreigners, so he took a fish out of the refrigerator, and when it was halfway fried in the pan, the doorbell, which was expected to ring two hours later, made a movement in advance.

The money-burning honeymoon list is not just board and lodging, and the entertainment items suitable for newcomers are also densely arranged.

How can I explain not being able to participate in those two-person events?If you explain, how much can you get back some money?

Fang Wei put down the spatula, went to the door and opened the door, but the people standing outside were not always the British who were always attentive.

"Good morning, did you get up so early?" Zhou Xiaohui entered the room: "It smells so good, does it smell like grilled fish?"

"Well, do you want to eat some?" Although he didn't know why Zhou Xiaohui appeared suddenly, Fang Wei guessed that he hadn't eaten, so he gave Zhou Xiaohui the grilled fish that he had planned for himself, turned around and took another one from the refrigerator, and cooked it skillfully .Zhou Xiaohui sat at the dining table, chewing the fish slowly, and finally said after a long time: "You know, the money is non-refundable."

"Honeymoon services at home and abroad with full marks in Brighton, even if you don't say how much you can enjoy, the original appointments are scheduled for two years later. How much do you think they have to think to get in the queue for this week?" Seeing Fang Wei's obviously depressed expression, Zhou Xiaohui smelled the smell of over-fried fish in the air, and smiled: "The money is spent, so it can't be wasted."

Obviously knowing about Song Xinheng, he wiped his mouth after eating the fish, and got up to help Fang Wei warm up the bread.

"I will be here with you, and I can accompany you on a good vacation. I am straight, and I can share half of the bed with you."

At the same time, after returning to China, Yan Baifeng even smiled reluctantly after receiving the news.

After manager Xiao Liu picked him up from the airport, Yan Baifeng had this unhappy expression on his face. He had obviously followed his will to let him stay there for an extra day. Although there were two beds, it was also following Yan Baifeng's wishes. Meaning, let him share the same room with Zhou Xiaohui.But maybe because the follow-up assistant didn't come back, even Yan Baifeng had a subtle expression as if he drank bile even after drinking saliva.

"There will be an interview later," Xiao Liu sighed, "Anyway, you can't have this kind of expression during the interview..."

Song Xinheng probably could have laughed, Yan Baifeng thought angrily, the more he spoiled that guy, the worse he got.

He stayed in England for an extra night because Zhou Xiaohui liked the scenery there, Yan Baifeng asked a few words, and immediately gave up his rest day, in order to share the night in England with Zhou Xiaohui.Not to mention the horribly slow progress, this morning before I left for the airport, I received Song Xinheng's so-called last location text message before boarding the plane.

The worry about the wedding was not unreasonable, that guy still left Fang Wei behind and ran to the city where Wink was.

Even knowing that Wink would most likely not talk to this married man, Yan Baifeng still felt sorry for Fang Wei.In the end, before he could say a word, his follow-up director was more attentive than him. He picked up his camera and volunteered to take a taxi to Fang Wei's location.

Thinking of Zhou Xiaohui's seven-day honeymoon on behalf of others, Yan Baifeng wanted to tear up Song Xinheng and throw him away.

"Being his fan is really unlucky for eight lifetimes, and the fan is even more pitiful, and he can still be spoiled like this."

It's not that Fang Wei doesn't understand his situation. He can't tell whether it's better for Song Xinheng to run away from marriage on the spot, or it's more considerate to get married and run away without telling everyone. Why did you have to choose to get married when you wanted to run away?

Xiaohong still had the notebook with her, and it was wrapped tightly and placed in the inner layer of the box. Fang Wei couldn't even muster up the courage to read it.He didn't know where Song Xinheng was going, and he didn't dare to ask who he was going to see.In fact, even if Zhou Xiaohui could accompany him to swim, fish, ride a speedboat, take a walk with him to enjoy the scenery, but Zhou Xiaohui might not be willing to answer such questions.

"What do you think about so much?" Zhou Xiaohui smiled: "Isn't it good now?"