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Song Xinheng's schedule was empty until Tuesday night, which counted as a total of four days of vacation, which was a bit extravagant for so many artists who were filming.Except for the dispute that morning, Song Xinheng never lost his temper again. On the contrary, he suddenly became considerate of Fang Wei who was in the same room. degree.

During the months when the two of them received the certificate, the time they could be alone could only be counted by the hour.The sight of a man who couldn't bear the honeymoon and ran away, spending the weekend at home in peace is really new.Song Xinheng's private residence has an amazing size, and he just stays there without worrying about having nothing to do. Fang Wei organizes the room in an orderly manner, passing by Song Xinheng who is playing games from time to time, and has to talk to him.

Due to work reasons, Fang Wei is very used to the noisy environment, and the scene of being followed around by a group of small beans is simply commonplace.Whatever Song Xinheng asks, he will answer what he can answer. He still has standard answers to children's questions, but the questions Song Xinheng asks are very divergent. Apart from work and hobbies, Song Xinheng also casually inquires about his student days.

"When you were in college, did anyone say that you were very quiet?" Song Xinheng grabbed an apple, took a few bites, and saw Fang Wei moving out stacks of damaged peripherals, probably to be put in a cardboard box at the door , Contact the tattered ones and come and get them.

"No one has ever said that." Fang Wei thought about something, and replied honestly: "I have been a member of the organization since elementary school."

Fang Wei is not a person who doesn't talk too much. In the job of kindergarten alone, patience alone can't stand it. When standing in the front row of the fan group to support, restraint and restraint are even more undesirable.But this so-called not-so-quiet image clearly conflicts with Song Xinheng's cognition. It's like a guessing game, where the answers that are obviously full of confidence always end up in the air.

Fang Wei, who used to blush and smirk when he saw him, can now walk around in it as if nothing had happened, and lift the broom to push aside the slippers that block his way.Song Xinheng accidentally knocked over the popcorn basket, and Fang Wei, who was drying the clothes, folded back, and after cleaning off the creamy residue, he did not intend to blame at all, just like he usually treats children.

After Zhou Tian had dinner, Fang Wei was going to the supermarket to do some shopping. Realizing that this man was going to leave him alone at home, Song Xinheng put down the soup bowl and said he would go too.After Fang Wei changed his shoes, he turned to look at Song Xinheng at the entrance. He was dressed loosely in home clothes, and his uncut hair was a bit messy, but he didn't look aggressive. Thanks to his figure and face, even if he was sloppy, he still looked good. past.

It was already dark outside, so he didn't intend to change his clothes. He pulled off his coat and was about to turn the door handle.It was Fang Wei who took a piece of paper out of his pocket, said "wait a minute", and gently wiped the soup from the corner of Song Xinheng's mouth.Stuffing the rolled paper back into his pocket, just when Song Xinheng thought he would kiss him, Fang Wei moved closer and stretched out his hands to straighten his collar.

"Let's go." Fang Wei withdrew his hand, looked at Song Xinheng calmly and said, "I've got the key."

After Fang Wei left him lukewarm for two days, Song Xinheng found the gap between the two no matter how dull he was.If it is attributed to the short time spent together, it is indeed a very normal thing. On the contrary, Song Xinheng himself feels that there is no need to pay too much attention to the problems that can be solved by time.There were not many people in the supermarket, and Song Xinheng was not recognized, but when he checked out, he looked at the ingredients that barely covered the bottom of the shopping cart, and asked Fang Wei: "Isn't it necessary to buy a week's worth of these? not enough?"

"I can't eat much myself." Fang Wei paused, and then said, "Just buy fresh ones if you don't have enough."

Even if you don't get a quick response, the food won't lie, because it's what you want to eat, and Fang Wei makes every meal seriously.No matter how well you eat in the crew, you will get tired of it. No matter how exquisite the cooking is, the chef who cooks the meal is not as considerate as Fang Wei for his own preferences.As a reward, when Fang Wei got off work on Monday, 200 meters away from the house, he saw Song Xinheng who was driving to pick him up.

Thanks to him, Fang Wei went home nearly an hour earlier than usual.Knowing that Song Xinheng was hungry, Fang Wei, who seemed to be in a relaxed mood, cooked more hearty meals than the previous two days, with a smile on his face.As in the past few days, the two still slept together at night. In the middle of the night, Fang Wei got out of bed, as if he was afraid that Song Xinheng would be cold, and put a few more clothes in the suitcase.

A good night's dream, Song Xinheng woke up and couldn't remember what he dreamed about, but Fang Wei remembered the kiss before going to bed very clearly.

He has rich experience in filming dramas and is no stranger to kissing, but the warm touch on his cheek last night left him with a deep memory of the softness of Fang Wei's lips.Or maybe it was Fang Wei's actions mixed with cautious emotions that made Song Xinheng find an outlet for the question that had been confusing for several days. Fang Wei still liked him very much. This person may cherish him more than he thought.

He no longer remembered being angry with Fang Wei, and remembered those surroundings. If this guy really knew he was wrong, it would be okay to return it to him.Originally, he was supposed to go to the airport before Fang Wei left, but Song Xinheng looked at his watch, but still wanted to see that person for the last time.

If you miss the plane, you can push it back. If you can’t push it, it won’t be very expensive to buy another one.The boxes that had been packed a long time ago were laid flat on the living room floor. The sun was setting and the light reflected on the black shell swayed from left to right, and then was completely taken away by the night.The door that I thought would be pushed open was not opened even after waiting for another two hours.Song Xinheng, who was about to fall asleep, thought about the fact that the plane had already taken off, and hesitated whether to call Fang Wei. If he did, it should not be considered a surprise.

In the end, worry got the upper hand, and instead of the familiar busy tone, it was a message that the phone had been shut down.

It must have been out of battery, put down the phone, Song Xinheng went to the guest room, wondering if there would be a kindergarten contact card in the drawer.The room was tidy, and the drawers were opened, but there was nothing.Unknowingly, Song Xinheng became irritable again after pulling several times without finding anything. When he closed the drawer and turned around, he always felt that Fang Wei's room was even more empty than before.

He thought it was just missing the surrounding areas that took up space, but after careful observation, he found that there was really nothing here.

Fang Wei's red box that he carried everywhere disappeared, and when he opened the closet, except for the clothes Song Xinheng gave him were neatly hung, the ones he brought were gone.The textbooks on the bookcase disappeared, and the shoes in the shoe cabinet disappeared.When they got to the balcony, they had dried their clothes a few days ago, but only now did they realize that only Song Xinheng's clothes were left hanging alone.

After living here for the past few months, apart from the heavy surroundings, Fang Wei didn't bring much.

It took him a few minutes to digest this fact, and he couldn't tell what his mood was. When he repeatedly confirmed that Fang Wei had really moved away without warning, his sudden panic made his calmness unconvincing, and he was actually deceived. Humiliation breeds outrage.Throwing the key in the shoe cabinet into the toilet, before going out, he decided to throw out the few clothes that Fang Wei packed for him.

That kind of impolite guy, self-righteous to death, who really thinks he is, better never come back!

He violently opened the box, and along with the clothes were thrown out were several paper documents.The rustling sound disturbed An Ning. Song Xinheng picked up one copy, tightened his throat, and grabbed the remaining two copies. They were all the same content. He couldn't read the detailed rules written in black and white. Fang Wei's name was carefully signed on each copy.