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At six o'clock in the morning, the phone rang a few minutes before the phone's alarm.

The working hours of the kindergarten have always been very regular, and it is rare to receive emergency calls outside of work.After groping for the phone from under the pillow, Fang Wei casually pressed the hang up button without even glancing at the caller's name, turned over and wrapped the quilt tightly.

Only a few tens of seconds later, the notification tone of the text message rang again, disturbing Fang Wei's dream again.

Two sounds in succession made Fang Wei curl up again, and drilled into the depths of the quilt again.

When Fang Wei's alarm bell rang again, even Song Xinheng's voice made Fang Wei want to hit someone.

"If you don't get up again, you will oversleep... If you don't get up again, you will..."

"I see..." Fang Weilian's complaints were sticky every day when he didn't wake up.This was probably the time when he had the lowest affection for Song Xinheng in a day, and he muttered: "Don't rush me anymore..."

The audio picked up from the breakfast cake ad, at this time, is not as exciting as it was during the day.

After the lazy nerves gradually woke up, Fang Wei opened his eyes, and what he saw was a completely different scenery from the usual waking up.

When he was at home, no matter if he lay on his side or flat when he opened his eyes, Fang Wei would always see Song Xinheng’s energetic smile for the first time, thanks to those posters all over the wall, but not today. Not a single strand of charming hair was seen.

After lying down dissatisfiedly for a few seconds, Fang Wei was frightened awake instantly when he remembered where he was.

He jumped up from the bed with a clumsy sound, and turned around the bed, and as expected, he only found a pair of leather slippers.

"What...how could I be able to sleep..." Having deep doubts about his fan literacy, Fang Wei glanced at the time on the clock on the wall, and rushed into the private bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.When he came out with the towel in his hands, he saw the warning light on the upper right corner of the phone with a black screen that kept lighting up, and rushed to the bed with a whoosh like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

After entering Song Xinheng's birthday, he hurriedly unlocked it, and as expected, there were missed calls and unread text messages.

There was a big "Song" on the screen, and Fang Wei's hands trembled before he realized that this song is not the other song.

The call was made by the driver Xiao Song who drove yesterday, and the text message was also sent by the driver Xiao Song.Probably a reply to the question of how I am going to work today.Fang Wei clicked open hesitantly, and there were two short and polite texts lying in the inbox.

"Sorry, I disturbed you by calling just now. I'll be downstairs at seven o'clock this morning. I'll take you to work."

In fact, the text message notification tone was also turned up very loudly by himself, Fang Wei thought, and replied "OK".

After simply tidying up his things, Fang Weigang opened the door of the room and smelled the aroma of food.

According to Driver Song, Song Xinheng is unlikely to be at home, and should be a part-time worker in charge of making breakfast.Fang Wei felt a little flustered when he thought that he was the only one who needed breakfast in this house, and that someone was so caring enough to find someone to take care of his breakfast.

Could it be arranged by Song Xinheng?Just thinking about it this way, Fang Wei couldn't even take a step.

When fans meet idols, sometimes they don’t need anything, and the chemical reaction can be so strong that it is linked to the physiological reaction.

When he finally moved to the front of the open kitchen, Fang Wei flinched and glanced in, only to see a figure of a man.He was dazed there, but he didn't want the man to glance in this direction when he turned around, and skillfully shoveled the fried eggs out of the pan.

"Good morning." Song Xinshu was still wearing an apron, which was a little cute: "Breakfast will be ready soon."

The scene where the driver appeared in the kitchen of his idol's house was another visual shock to Fang Wei, not to mention that the man who was cool and handsome the day before still had a very natural expression on his face.But under Song Xinshu's natural arrangement, Fang Wei, who was insecure, obediently went to get the tableware, sat on the stool and waited for Song Xinshu to bring the food to him.

Song Xinshu looked like a veteran in the kitchen. Although there were only two of them, he made three identical dishes.

"Hurry up, let's go after we finish eating. Are we going to the golden cradle?" Song Xinshu took off his apron and sat around Fang Wei. Song Xinshu looked handsome even drinking milk. The fork fiddled with the food on his plate.

Although he doesn't like milk and doesn't like toast, Fang Wei bites the bullet and eats his portion.

After a breakfast so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly, a voice from upstairs was suddenly heard.

The sound of shoes stepping on the floor was obvious, and soon another man with disheveled hair appeared at the corner of the stairs.Glancing there with guilt and unease, Fang Wei only felt that his heartbeat missed a row, and the bread was stuck in his throat.

The feeling of Qi and blood rushing to the top of the head in an instant is very impactful, although on the surface it looks like it is just frozen there.

Fang Wei didn't think he had a strong reaction, but to Song Xinheng, who was rubbing his sleepy eyes, it was obvious that this guy was about to cry.He walked along the wall without looking sideways, walked straight to the kitchen with only his slippers on, and poured a glass of cold water.

Obviously this glass of water is much more attractive than the two diners over there. Song Xinheng drank it down in one gulp and refilled himself with half a glass.Slightly shifting his gaze, he saw the fried egg quietly exuding fragrance on the dining table, and swallowed silently.

"Didn't I tell you that I didn't eat breakfast?" He said, "I ended up frying eggs again."

As soon as the sound line that was at the same height as the alarm clock came out, Fang Wei couldn't swallow the toast in his esophagus again.

"I was thinking that you might want to eat when you wake up, so I made a portion by the way, and you can put it in the microwave to heat up yourself when it's cold." Knowing that Song Xinheng has zero cooking skills, he will only hold snacks when he is hungry at home alone He eats Haisai, Song Xinshu tries his best to make some normal food for him every time he comes: "Do you want to eat it now? If you don't want to eat it, just wrap it in plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator."

Song Xinshu, who has a strong sense of time, looked at his watch and finished his share while Song Xinheng was still in a daze.

"If you didn't sleep well last night, it doesn't matter if you go back to bed after eating." Probably because of the many contacts with Chancheng, Song Xinheng felt more and more that Song Xinshu's tone of voice was like a manager who took care of everything.Thinking of this, Song Xinheng didn't really want to continue to sleep. Even though he hadn't washed his face, he walked to the table with the plate and sat on the diagonal of Fang Wei's position.

The clothes are disheveled, the hair is disheveled, although the skin is good, but the sleepy expression is completely out of the question.

Song Xinshu glanced at him, the word unkempt flashed in his mind, and the next word was shattered.

Fang Wei also took a sneak peek, and it turned out that his hands began to become unsteady, and his body became crispy.

Are you kidding me, is there a sexier man than Song Xinheng in the world? ...

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"I didn't sleep well. I forgot to plug in the humidifier before I went to bed." Song Xinheng didn't care about the mood of the people at the same table. People are here, I can't sleep well."

The stranger only focused on catching Song Xinheng's voice, and listened with his ears up for a long time, but he didn't have the specific content of the obedience at all, and naturally he didn't even have the self-consciousness to be seated.Seeing Fang Wei whose face was buried in the plate, Song Xinshu rarely showed a worried expression.

Are these two really going to get married? ... Are you kidding me? ...

Song Xinheng's illnesses happened from time to time. Song Xinheng asked him to pick him up. Song Xinshu didn't believe that he would make excuses because strangers couldn't sleep well at home. They slept in the corner of the second floor, so it was impossible to interfere with the third floor. Song Xinheng.Zuo just pretended to be a victim of Princess and the Pea because of being nagged by Chancheng yesterday, and he had to send his complaints to the little fans.

"It's getting late, don't you go up and change?" Song Xinshu grabbed the jacket on the armrest, and kindly reminded Fang Wei who was dazed in the chair. When he saw that he was still wearing pajamas, Fang Wei fell into a panic. In the self-circle of shame.Even though Song Xinheng looked unwilling to answer, Fang Wei still mustered up his courage after going downstairs, and said goodbye to Song Xinheng very politely.

"I'm going to be late," Song Xinshu gave him a hand: "Don't look, I'll pick you up tonight, it won't be a while."

When the door was completely closed, Song Xinheng's mind flashed the image of Fang Wei turning his head three times, and he was in a bad mood.

He has a mediocre appearance and a slow reaction, looking at himself like a monkey in a zoo.

Even if it was a mistake, this level is still far worse than Song Xinheng's mate selection criteria.He stared at the direction the two left in a bad mood, and remembered the ugly pajamas that Fang Wei got up and put on in front of the stairs, and felt that he couldn't laugh.

Although he had only met once before, didn't that guy keep saying that he was his idol?

What's the matter, he took a bite of the bread, can idols be worn casually? !

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I don't know why... The more I write, the more I feel that these three people have a sense of CP with each other...