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It rained again at night, Song Xinheng couldn't sleep well, and opened his eyes before dawn.

He wanted to get out of bed to get a glass of water, but when he got up, he realized that he couldn't get his right hand out.After a moment of trance, he frowned and lifted the quilt, and the other person below was in a deep sleep, holding Song Xinheng's hand even in his sleep.After barely pulling out his hand, his fingers suffered from insufficient blood supply due to being strangled too tightly for a long time. Song Xinheng sighed and hid Fang Wei back under the quilt again.

There was still some time before the crew came to pick him up. Song Xinheng went to take a shower. When he came out, Fang Wei's cell phone, which had dropped on the carpet last night, was always on.Wanting to know what Fang Wei saw last night, Song Xinheng automatically activated his mobile phone. The four-digit password is not difficult to guess. Song Xinheng first entered his birthday, but after failing, he changed the wedding date, and it passed the verification smoothly.

Song Xinheng briefly browsed Fang Wei's social software. Because of the fact that his identity was exposed by fans yesterday, Fang Wei, who has been carefully hiding his identity, also caused a sensation in his private circle of friends.Everyone was asking if Fang Wei was real, Song Xinheng sneered, picked a few avatars and responded with two or three words in an interesting way as he usually reads fans' private messages.

The marriage relationship, which was still pending, is now confirmed.Song Xinheng browsed a few photos that were widely circulated on the Internet. On the screen, Fang Wei's cowardly little appearance was a little pitiful, and his appearance in the special support uniform was bright and funny. The replies in the comments were more interesting than the photos. Seeing the joy of the two being newly married, but seeing a bit of adultery.

Song Xinheng knows better than anyone that the Internet is such a magical place, one second he was bustling with people complaining about his idol's bad taste, and the next second he turned off Weibo and couldn't remember what the person looked like.Even if he is involved in this kind of news, Fang Wei is different from himself, he is still an amateur after all, after avoiding this moment, the media's attention will not always be on this ordinary person.

Song Xinheng didn't turn over other people's mobile phones, but he couldn't stop when he opened Fang Wei's mobile phone. The lock screen input method and even the theme skin were his own formula photos. Song Xinheng was densely recorded in the memo, and there were many Song Xinheng in the album to an outrageous degree.

At the same time that his self-confidence was unprecedentedly inflated, Song Xinheng also noticed that Fang Wei had shifted part of his attention to Wink in the past half a month, and he could figure it out with his toes. Song Xinheng spoke.

The sudden call has been missed dozens of times since last night, and the name of the caller is not marked.Song Xinheng looked at it for a few seconds, then glanced at Fang Wei who was still asleep, thinking that there might be something urgent, so he connected the phone on his own initiative.

"Is that true?" There seemed to be an older man on the opposite side, and he said, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

It sounds like an uninvited guest, and the calm voice is quite deterrent. It is probably a harassing phone call from a side door, and it cannot be ruled out that it is a prank by a certain media.Song Xinheng said, "Are you looking for Fang Wei? He hasn't gotten up yet, so tell me what's going on."

He was no stranger to such a voice. After a brief silence, he asked, "Are you Song Xinheng?"

"I am." Dissatisfied with the tabloid reporter's oblique attitude, Song Xinheng's tone was a little impatient.

"Although I don't know exactly what happened, but if possible, I hope to get a reasonable explanation from Fang Wei, or you." Not like joking, the man on the other end of the phone said: "The matter of marriage , are you serious?"

Song Xinheng hates being prying into his privacy the most, and he also doesn't like being pretended to be old and talking in a tone that sees through everything.For such unknown calls, the most sensible choice is to hang up directly.Song Xinheng, who cut off the phone, opened the unfinished game the day before as a pastime, the phone on the carpet lit up many times again, Song Xinheng glanced at it, and threw it further away.

Unlike Song Xinheng, Fang Wei woke up from hunger. He ate too little the day before. At this moment, his stomach is more eager than ever to be filled with food.The moment he opened his eyes, the people around him were missing, and Fang Wei only heard the lingering game sound effects in the room.

After Fang Wei got up from the bed, the first thing he saw was the back of Song Xinheng who was concentrating on playing the game, and the second he noticed that he was not even wearing a pair of pants.It was different from the painting style I imagined last night. Fang Wei sat on the bed in a daze, his eyes circled around the floor of the room, only to realize that the pair of underwear that had been ripped off yesterday was lying on the chair alone. under.

Just as he was debating whether to pick it up directly, the cold air from the air conditioner touched his skin, and Fang Wei sneezed unexpectedly.

Song Xinheng was attacking the city in the next dimension, and it happened to be a critical moment. His technique was not good at first, but now his hand trembled, and naturally he lost his words.He turned his head, looked at Fang Wei who was hesitating between himself and his underwear, and asked him if he needed help.

In the end, Fang Wei went to pick up the quilt by himself, put it on in a hurry, and got into the bathroom.Barely clearing the ambiguous scenes from last night out of his mind, but when he came out of the bathroom and saw Song Xinheng, Fang Wei's body started to get hot again regardless of the occasion.

"I'm hungry, how about you?" Song Xinheng restarted the game, talking to Fang Wei in the same tone as usual.Unable to imitate Song Xinheng's magnanimity, Fang Wei blushed: "What do you want to eat, I... I... go down and buy it now."

Originally, he didn't intend to let Fang Wei buy breakfast. After all, when he was walking to the bathroom, Fang Wei's walking posture exposed his physical discomfort.But seeing that he was so active, Song Xinheng just reported a few casually, watching Fang Wei touch the wallet and disappear behind the door.

It seems that I am really not good at facing such a scene, and I bought it for half an hour as soon as I bought it.Song Xinheng stood at the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down. It took a long time to catch the figure of Fang Wei at the corner of the street. When Fang Wei came back, the steamed steamed buns had been shaken dry.

Song Xinheng silently counted the number of buns. According to Cheng's purchase method, Fang Wei should have eaten two on the way.

Fang Wei is not very clear about what the newlyweds who have tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time will look like the next morning, but it should not be like them, eating buns relatively silently.The two I bought are Song Xinheng's favorite food. Fang Wei is still suffering from the after-effects of last night. He dare not eat oil or spicy food. He watches Song Xinheng eating beef buns carefully, as if he is watching himself pregnant. wife.

There was really no reaction at all. Fang Wei took a sip of porridge. Sure enough, this kind of thing is nothing to Song Xinheng.

No matter how active a celebrity is, judging from the previous entertainment news, there are not a few celebrities who can spare time to have sex with each other.Even with the white moonlight in his heart, it is difficult for Fang Wei to place high hopes on Song Xinheng's love history in his heart.When the breakfast was about to end, the staff who came to pick him up arrived at the door. Song Xinheng glanced at Fang Wei, and suddenly asked him if he wanted to go with him.

"The ticket is for the afternoon, just find someone to take you to the airport when the time comes, or do you want to stay here by yourself?"

Fang Wei originally wanted to get back the previous hotel deposit, but now it seems that the opportunity to visit the class openly is obviously much rarer than the few hundred dollars.Taking the remaining few buns to eat on the road, Fang Wei did not dare to wear his support uniform again, and followed Song Xinheng into the car. Before taking out the buns, Fang Wei silently took out a cushion from the bag and put it on his buttocks under.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Hearing Song Xinheng's question suddenly, Fang Wei's hands trembled, and the stuffing of the bun almost fell apart.

He shook his head, but Song Xinheng didn't ask any more questions.After a brief silence, Fang Wei's mobile phone screen displayed a new incoming call. Song Xinheng glanced at it, and it was the previous number.As if he knew who was calling, Fang Wei hesitated for a while before hanging up.

"Harassing phone calls?" Song Xinheng asked, and Fang Wei shook his head again, with a subtle expression: "It's my father."