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A quiet and peaceful night passed.

In addition to the small bed in the duty room, there are two big men with long hands and feet. Fu Jiyao, who sleeps outside, has been squeezed into the bed by Liang Jingyi several times.

This night, Fu Jiyao didn't sleep well. The bed was small, and Liang Jingyi was noisy. He could roll from the head of the bed to the end of the bed.

When Liang Jingyi won the stone scissors cloth competition, he naturally won the chance to sleep in the wall.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning came to the ground, Liang Jingyi's alarm clock also rang.

"Turn off the alarm clock." Fu Jiyao turned his face to Liang Jingyi and muttered with a corner of the quilt.

As soon as Liang Jingyi heard the alarm clock ring, he got up from the bed without nostalgia, stepped on the small bed to the end of the bed, put on his shoes, and turned off the mobile phone shaking desperately on the table not far away.

After turning off the alarm clock, the interface of the mobile phone is about weather and dressing. Liang Jingyi simply browses it and then exits the interface. He reverses the mobile phone on the table and walks into the small bathroom with a washcloth.

With the sound of the water, Liang Jingyi has begun to wash.

Fu Jiyao, who can wake up immediately, is still holding a corner of the quilt on the bed.

In his sleep, he unconsciously pedaled his feet, pressed his legs on the quilt and rolled to the side where Liang Jingyi was sleeping.

When Liang Jingyi washes out, Fu Jiyao wakes up from his short sleep.

"Don't sleep. I'm going to work," Liang Jingyi pushed him as he stood by the bed. "If you want to sleep, go home and continue to sleep. After a while, other doctors will come to the duty room."

Fu Jiyao held the quilt and narrowed his eyes. The light in the narrow duty room made him unable to open his eyes.

He opened his mouth and yawned, and tears of sleepiness squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, and before he was ready to slide down, he lifted his hand to wipe it off.

"It's time to get off work?" He reluctantly opened the quilt, "I'm going to get up Ah

Fu Jiyao kicks off the quilt and is ready to turn over and lie flat and get up. Who knows, he even rolls the quilt under the bed.

Wake up, he walked back to the table, pick up the mobile phone Liang Jingyi was frightened by the movement, subconsciously stood on tiptoe to cover his ears.

Like a frightened kitten, clenched its claws and curled up in the corner.

"Oh, my God!"

Fu Jiyao got up from the ground, holding the quilt to throw it on the bed. He didn't notice that he was still stepping on the quilt under his feet. He pulled it so hard that he almost fell over himself.

Liang Jingyi's back waist tightly against the edge of the table, looking at Fu Jiyao's expression of struggling at the bedside, with two words of "sympathy" written on his expression.

It's a silly thing.

"Are you all right?"

Out of the friendship built up from a barbecue last night, Liang Jingyi politely cared about him.

Fu Jiyao yawned, shaking the quilt and throwing it back on the bed. After yawning, he scratched his back and folded the quilt into tofu pieces in a few seconds.

"No big deal," Fu Jiyao stretched. "The height of this bed is not high. It's nothing to fall down on the quilt. It's worse than that when I was on the police before."

Liang Jingyi kindly pulled a few washcloth to him, pointed to the direction of the small bathroom, motioned him to wash.

"There are disposable toiletries in it. This is a disposable washcloth I brought with me."

"Thank you." Fu Jiyao walked past him into the bathroom and rubbed his head.