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Cheng Han was a little bit uncomfortable today. He didn’t eat much at night, didn’t want to play games or listen to bedtime stories, and kept crying and crying.

On weekdays, Cheng Han fell asleep at nine o'clock, and today until ten thirty in the night, he finally fell asleep.

After coaxing Cheng Han for the whole night, it was not too late, tired and exhausted, and completely lacked the energy to write a manuscript. After taking a bath, because I was not sleepy, I soaked a cup of hot milk and sat on the balcony swing , Holding the computer to revise the manuscript written in the past few days.

The time at work always passed quickly. When the alarm of the mobile phone rang, Cheng didn't realize that it was silent, and it was already one o'clock in the morning.

In the past two years, because I stayed up late to write a manuscript, it was not too late to get a migraine. I didn't dare to stay up too late. Although I still wanted to continue to revise the manuscript, I still restrained myself, closed my computer, and got up and walked towards the restaurant.

After pouring a glass of warm water and taking two vitamins, Cheng turned off the light in the living room and was about to go back to the bedroom to sleep. The doorbell suddenly rang.

Cheng Weiwan doesn't have many friends in Shenzhen. He will come to her in the middle of the night, except for Yi Nan, Lin Muqing.

Cheng Weiwan didn't think too much and went straight to open the door.

It was really the same as what she guessed. Lin Muqing came, holding a box in his hand: "Late evening, I ordered crayfish. I can't finish it alone, and I'm bored. I hugged and ate with you!"

In the evening, because of Cheng Han’s discomfort, Cheng didn’t have much to eat. Now I see Lin Muqing holding the box, but he is really a little hungry. He immediately put Lin Muqing in, and the two sat on the coffee table in the living room. Eat crayfish.

At first, because they were hungry, the two of them ate a bit, and later they became slower.

During the whole process of eating crayfish, Lin Muqing and Cheng Weiye have been talking about the story of Cheng Weiye's new book.

After the crayfish had eaten almost, the plot was almost the same. After Lin Muqing helped Cheng Weiwan to clean up the table, it was almost two in the morning. Cheng Weiwan just wanted to urge Lin Muqing to wash his hands and go downstairs home Going to bed early, Lin Muqing suddenly came without a head: "He is downstairs."

Cheng Weiwan didn't respond at all, standing on the washstand in the bathroom, squeezing the hand sanitizer, while repeatedly rubbing the oil on his hand, he asked back: "Huh?"

Lin Muqing also squeezed the hand sanitizer, rubbed it twice perfunctoryly, turned on the faucet, and rushed her hands. After she rushed, she didn’t return to the train late: "I said, he was downstairs again tonight..."

It was not too late to hear this sentence for the second time, and I instantly understood who Lin Muqing's "he" was referring to. She stopped trying to reach under the faucet. After two seconds, she was careless. "Oh," and then extended his hand under the tap.

Lin Muqing leaned on the door of the bathroom, staring at the calm look of Cheng Wei for a while, and when she turned off the faucet and drew a towel to wipe her hands, she reopened: "... Just when I was taking out this afternoon, I saw him, but I lighted my cigarette with my head down, and didn't see me..."

The person in Lin Muqing's mouth seems to have nothing to do with Cheng Weiwan, the expression on her face has not changed at all.

After wiping her hands clean, she glanced at Lin Muqing and lost the sentence "Hurry downstairs to rest." She turned off the bathroom lights and left.

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