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When the call rang the next day, Fang Wei, who was curled up under the blanket, subconsciously urged Zhou Xiaohui to answer the phone.

There was no response, only Song Xinheng's new song was circling in the room, Fang Wei stretched out his hand and touched the position beside him, it took him a long time to realize that Zhou Xiaohui had already returned to his home, so he had to get up reluctantly and connected in a daze Morning call.

"Ahem, Fang Wei? Song Xinheng's phone can't be reached. I'm really sorry if I disturbed your sleep..."

Fang Wei rubbed his eyes and said it was okay, and hung up the phone after Cancheng finished explaining a bunch of things.Although he really wanted to go back to sleep, Fang Wei quickly moved from the bed to the ground when he thought of Song Xinheng who might appear at the work site with a hair on his head.After a simple wash, Fang Wei wrote down what Chancheng said on a piece of paper, and walked towards the middle room on the third floor.

Song Xinheng actually likes to stay in bed very much. Fang Wei has dealt with many difficult children, but he is still not sure.

Pushing open the door, he moved to the bed step by step, even if he got closer, he could only see the sleeping figure of Song Xinheng.Kneeling on the bed with one knee, Fang Wei first used the professional method in the kindergarten to pat the pillow lightly, dozens of times in a row, but Song Xinheng ignored him.At the risk of being rolled his eyes by his idol, Fang Wei tentatively put the hand that patted the pillow on Song Xinheng's shoulder.

Song Xinheng, whose dream was disturbed, turned over. Even though his whole face was wrinkled, Fang Wei was caught off guard by being handsome.

"5 minutes..." Song Xinheng muttered, pulling the quilt over his body again: "Don't bother me anymore..."

Fang Wei responded softly, but Song Xinheng, who fell asleep again, did not hear it.Getting up and going to the bathroom, Fang Wei, thinking of doing something in advance, prepared toothbrush and toothpaste for Song Xinheng, filled the bathtub with water, and put the shower gel beside it.

Five minutes passed, Song Xinheng in the dream had no sense of time, and was still in a deep sleep.Fang Wei looked at the slippers, then at the man who was lying on the bed causing people to commit crimes, took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his pajamas, and recorded the even breathing of the person in front of him. According to Zhou Xiaohui, these are not only photos, but also wealth.

The difference is that for Zhou Xiaohui, it is wealth that can be exchanged for money, but for Fang Wei, it is wealth that can save money.

It will never be given to others, Fang Wei thought, knelt down on the bed again, and moved a little closer to Song Xinheng.

"Chancheng is coming at 07:30..." Fang Wei woke up Song Xinheng again: "It's almost seven o'clock now..."

The originally stretched brows were frowned again, Song Xinheng's eyes were narrowed into slits, and he managed to open those dirty eyes that usually fascinated Fang Wei. He sat up from the bed, and before he had time to complain, Fang Wei quickly Handed over the warm honey water.

"It seems too sweet..." Hearing this, Fang Wei quickly went to get the kettle and mixed water into the cup.

Never having enjoyed such considerate service, Song Xinheng didn't even pursue Fang Wei's casual entry into his room.When I got to the bathroom, it was another scene where the snail girl had visited.Song Xinheng sighed and soaked his whole body in the comfortable hot water.

Fang Wei, who also didn't wake up, rushed downstairs to make breakfast, and hurriedly made a sandwich full of calories, but he couldn't wait for Song Xinheng to come downstairs.Just as he was thinking about whether he should go upstairs to remind him, Fang Wei saw the mailbox outside through the kitchen window.

Fang Wei memorized everything related to Song Xinheng in detail, including Song Xinheng going to the door to pick up the newspaper in the morning.A week later, the mailbox was packed to the brim. Fang Wei took off his apron and walked out the front door. When he was about to fold back a stack of newspapers, a flat package stuck on the edge fell to the grass. Fang Wei read it Look, bend down and pick it up.

Entering the house, spreading the newspaper on the table, Fang Wei turned the box over, and found a familiar name in the sender column.

I always feel like I've seen it somewhere, but I can't remember who it is when I look at it suddenly, and Song Xinheng's name is written in the recipient column.

Song Xinheng, who was refreshed by the hot bath, went downstairs and saw Fang Wei who was carefully folding newspapers.Perhaps because of his slender figure, the busy figure immersed in the morning light is very pleasing to the eye.The breakfast at the table was ready, and even today's newspaper was placed beside the dinner plate. Song Xinheng sat down, and under Fang Wei's gaze, he chewed the beef sandwich as if he was shooting an advertisement.

"Aren't you coming to eat?" Song Xinheng pointed to the plate on the other side of the table: "It tastes good, and you are quite good."

Fang Wei originally wanted to wait for Song Xinheng to leave before eating, but after hearing what he said, he walked around to the table.Because the urgent words on the package were very conspicuous, Fang Wei also took the box: "I found this in the mailbox, and the stamp on it is still today."

"What is this?" Song Xinheng turned the box around: "Let me see, who sent it?"

After talking to himself, Song Xinheng only glanced at it, took a sip of water, and pushed the box back to Fang Wei.

Fang Wei sighed, his eyes were surprised, and he heard the person sitting at the other end of the table say: "This is for you."

Except for the ring that he really didn't care about, this was the first time Song Xinheng gave Fang Wei a similar gift.Even if someone sent Song Xinheng something, Fang Wei was flattered by this rare generosity.Seeing that Fang Wei didn't touch it, Song Xinheng put down the sandwich and wiped his hands covered with toast crumbs: "Yesterday's supper, and today's breakfast, and thank you for keeping Chan Cheng a secret."

Regarding the incident of leaving someone behind on the honeymoon, it was originally the time to apologize, but in the end, Fang Wei accepted the thanks in a daze.

Flicking the mailing slip with his fingers, Fang Wei suddenly remembered who the owner of this name was when he saw the familiar name again.

Originally wanted to ask Song Xinheng for confirmation, but looking at the other party's expression, it was clear that he did not want to continue this topic. The silence lay between the two of them. Fang Wei's eyes were too strong to see what was in the box. Song Xinheng couldn't do it even if he was eating. completely ignore.

As the breakfast came to an end, Song Xinheng glanced at Fang Wei who was picking at the tape, and suddenly said, "Just watch it if you want."

The tape was removed round by round, and the outermost layer was a delicate box. When it was opened, it was filled with plastic foam, and the protagonist of the delivery was in the middle, carefully placed in a smaller box.Guessing it was something like a brooch, Fang Wei carefully stroked the velvet box. The wooden switch was very delicate, and it was not easy to open it.

After all, it was something sent by Wink. If it was very valuable, Fang Wei still planned to return it to Song Xinheng.

The box was opened, and Song Xinheng, who had changed his clothes and went downstairs, heard the sound of something falling on the ground.

There was a sound of "dang clang", crisp and sweet, even if you heard it, you don't know where it will roll down.