Let's say that who in this world can refuse to be coquettish and coquettish.

Although Wang Meitu can rely on years of experience to get along with Wen Ye's coquettishness, he really can't ignore the fact that he is still sick.

Without waiting for the housekeeper to deliver the white porridge to the suite, Wang Meitu went down to get it herself.

As originally planned, he waited at the door of Wen Ye's room.

The porridge was freshly cooked, and the outer packaging was hot.

Wang Meitu folded a thick layer of clothes and held it, sat on the soft carpet of the hotel, and couldn't stop her sleepiness after all, and fell asleep against the spotless dark green wall.

She didn't know how long it took for her to hear footsteps.

Someone was talking softly.

It's like someone coming out of the elevator.

Wang Meitu struggled to get up from the ground and wiped a handful of saliva from the side of her lips.

The stars shine through the white curtain, shining on the man in a black suit, a handmade rabbit brooch pinned to the lapel of the suit, the corridor lights are foggy, the man is noble and beautiful, with a narrow waist and broad shoulders, and a tall posture, like a superstar in troubled times who has stepped down from the stage full of magnesium lights.

A to the wall crack beauty crit.

Other people's illness is a diseased seedling, and warm wild disease is a vampire in a diseased seedling.

The white infusion patch on his hand has not been torn off, and the blue veins and veins are lined like white jade.

Wang Meitu hurriedly picked up the thermos box and probed the temperature: "It's not cold." No, you can use the microwave oven in the room to reheat it for a while. ”

She hurriedly handed over the white porridge.

Fang Yang took it first and opened the door with the room card for Wen Ye.

But when the two entered the house, he casually handed the thermos box to Wang Meitu, "I sleep in the back room, and something calls me." If I go out now, I will be caught by someone who cares about the hotel monitoring and make a fuss, I'm afraid I won't be able to wash it by jumping into the Yellow River. ”

"Hmm. Wen Ye replied lightly: "Rest early." ”

As he spoke, he took off the hat on his head and pulled his hair casually, which was already good enough without styling.

His voice was magnetic and hoarse, mixed with seven points of intention, soft and sickly, and I felt pity.

"Tuny, go to my room. 我好累。 ”

Wang Meitu was about to go inside with the thermos box, who knew that the little ancestor was motionless and was looking at her with his mouth curled in place.

A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes flashed with light, as if tears would come out at any moment.

"Can you help me go?"

Wang Meitu: "......"

You are sick and not crippled.

I just didn't walk well in the hallway.

Wen Ye has always belonged to the kind of person who has a high fever of more than 40 degrees, not only can go to the playground to run crazy circles, but also come back with a stinky sweat and climb on the table to fight with the teacher.

The lung capacity of singing people is generally better than that of normal people, especially if they have to maintain a strict amount of exercise and training, and their physical fitness is generally better.

So in Wang Meitu's impression, he has always belonged to the type that is so energetic that he has nowhere to go.

The life of the entertainment industry is actually very suitable for him.

On the contrary, the decadent Wenye is uncommon at this time.

Wang Meitu was soft-hearted and went over to help him with haha.

Waiting for Wen Ye to drink a bowl of porridge, Wang Meitu leaned back on the sofa and woke up from a sleep. She watched him come out of the bathroom with a bath towel in his handels, his hair already dry.

His eyes were glazed for a long moment before he came to his senses.

"I'll go back first. ”

Wang Meitu struggled to get up from the sofa, and before she could take two steps, Wen Ye poked out half of her head from the bed, and the beauty had just come out of the bath, and her eyelashes were filled with water vapor, which was more and more pitiful.

"Tutu, are you leaving? What if I fall ill in the middle of the night and no one knows. In case it rains a lot next year, you have to buy flowers to see me......"

Wang Meitu's heart screamed, and her sleepy eyes instantly lit up several times: "Bah, bah, bah!"

"What are you talking about kings, eighths, calves? ”

Wang Meitu rarely said these pickled words, she didn't like to listen to them and didn't like them.

But Wen Ye's joke is too unlucky, and he must fight poison with poison and drive away those dirty things.

"Come here, then. ”

Wen Ye looked like a young man who was so tender that he could drip water, his face was milky white in the faint incandescent light, his lips were ruddy, and his black hair was obediently attached to the white pillowcase.

Ignorant of the world, dusty.

Wen Ye patted the other side of the huge bed, "You sleep here, be an ECG monitor, watch me." If something is wrong, call the emergency number. ”

The artificial ECG monitor is too incredible, but as soon as it comes to the emergency number, Wang Meitu obediently lies down next to her.

Wen Ye grabbed her lifeline and hit her with a single blow.

Wang Meitu's temperament was eaten to death by him.

The air was silent for a moment, and only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

Wen Ye was unhappy again, and secretly stretched out his hand from the quilt and grabbed the back of Wang Meitu's chubby hand.

took advantage of her sleepiness and couldn't react, and her fingers were interlocked.

Wang Meitu finally sobered up for a while and wanted to retract his hand, but he grabbed it tighter.

The man looked right, relying on her to be completely unable to fight the sleepy insects, and did whatever he wanted.

"If you don't hold me, how do you know if I'll be stiff and out of breath in the middle of the night. ”

Wang Meitu's head "banged" so loudly that it hit the wallside table.

She sat up half-propped up, crying: "Don't scare me. ”

Wen Ye knew that he was joking, and quickly patted Wang Meitu on the shoulder to appease.

"Bunny, sleep, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm kidding you. ”

His voice is melodious and long, like the sound of a cello that slowly helps people sleep.

Especially coaxing their rabbits to have a special hand.

Wang Meitu used to love watching horror movies, but she was so timid that she didn't dare to sleep when it was dark.

That's how Wen Ye slowly groped for experience.

Practice brings true knowledge, and now it is completely handy.

Soon Wang Meitu fell asleep, and there was a slight snoring sound.

Wen Ye gently patted the rabbit's shoulder and paused slowly, and the peach blossom eyes swept to the fat girl's long black and thick eyelashes, snow-white and small nose, and purged lips......

The peach blossom eyes trembled slightly, and the tails of the eyes swept upward, as if to merge into the eyebrows.

Breathing in a mess.

She must be tastier, softer, more glutinous, more fragrant, and sweeter than white porridge.

But......

Wen Ye covered himself with a quilt, and only when his face turned red did he let his head out to breathe.

It is a gentleman who does not sit in disorder, and does not sit in disorder.

He tilted his head, his heart hanging erratically in the sky, and gradually returned to his original position with the sound of even breathing. The person in front of him is his sweetheart, and the bed is so warm and comfortable that it can't be.

I'll just kiss it.

It wasn't until Wen Ye slept for a long time and got up comfortably that he felt that something was "plopping" and "plopping" in his sleep.

He only felt that the corners of his mouth were as sweet as honey.

When I thought of what bad things I had done secretly, I hid in the quilt and refused to open my eyes.

Until Fang Yang ruthlessly broke into the door and urged him to get up and work.