"Xiao Heng ......" was when Song Heng was about to get a quilt for Song An to cover, Song An opened his eyes in a daze and grabbed Song Heng's hand.

"Are you awake, are you dizzy?" Song Heng looked at Song An with concern and asked out loud.

"A little dizzy," Song An pursed his lips, looked straight at Song Heng with a pair of crystal clear eyes, and then stretched out his hands and said coquettishly: "Hug, I want to hug!"

Looking at Song An, Song Heng was a little helpless, and then hugged Song An gently, but Song An was hugged all of a sudden, and his head was pressed on top of the two evils.

"Hmm...... Hmm!" Song Heng's face flushed at a very fast speed, and the whole person kept struggling, but he was hugged tightly by Song An.

"I'm going to suffocate people!" Song Heng struggled out, and couldn't help but look at Song An and shouted.

Hearing this, Song An, who was still in a daze, quietly had a rosy face on his face, and then let go of Song Heng and sat on the sofa obediently.

Although Song Heng broke free, his face turned even redder.

"Alright, when you wake up, find the key and go back to your room to rest. After a long time, Song Heng waved his hand towards Song An and said.

With that, Song Heng got up and walked towards his room.

"Stupid!" Song An stomped his foot lightly, biting his upper lip lightly.

Before Song Heng could return to the room, Song An stumbled up from the sofa, and then staggered towards Song Heng's room.

"Huh?" Seeing Song An walk into his room very naturally, Song Heng frowned, and then hurriedly shouted: "Hey, this is my room!"

"Bang!"

There was only a sound of the door closing for Song Heng.

Song Heng, who was still standing in the living room, looked at the sofa without a quilt, couldn't help but snort coldly, stepped forward to open the door of his room, and prepared to kick Song An out.

"You ......"

"Fuck off!"

"Okay!"

Song Heng hugged the quilt he got from the room, and a smile appeared on his face.

This wave is not without gain, not a loss!

And in the room, Song An still looked drunk, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked around the room.

Take advantage of this opportunity, be sure to check and check to see if this little street boy is really dating online.

You might be able to find some clues in the room.

The room was very tidy, but Song An still found some invisible things, and left a tissue box next to the computer desk!

Looking at this thing, Song An's face was slightly red, and then he looked at the full paper towels in the trash can, and secretly scolded Song Heng as a hooligan in his heart.

This won't work, you must remind him!

Song An couldn't help but secretly think in his heart that it was better for young people to be modest.

Early the next morning, Song Heng got up early, looked at the closed door of the room, and couldn't help sighing.

"Ahh

"It's all Song An's fault!" Song Heng pursed his lips and said, looking at his thin quilt, got up and cleaned up, ready to complete the dubbing work.

Song Heng has had some colds in the past two days, and now it has intensified a little, which may affect the dubbing work.

Thinking about it, Song Heng couldn't help but shake his head.

It seems that I can only work more overtime!

Picking up the thermos cup, Song Heng came to the recording studio, and Mencius Shu was waiting inside early.

Seeing Song Heng coming, Mencius Shu greeted Song Heng with a smile.

"Teacher Song, good morning. ”

"Well, good morning. Song Heng nodded and said.

Seeing that Song Heng's face was a little bad, Mencius Shu couldn't help frowning slightly, and asked, "Teacher Song, what's wrong with you......?"

"Ahem, ahem, it's okay, a little cold. Song Heng coughed twice and said.

As he spoke, Song Heng took out a thermos cup and took a sip of warm water, then began to open his voice, ready to start dubbing work.

On the side, Meng Zishu looked at Song Heng, a little worried in his heart.

"Teacher Song, if it doesn't work, take a break. ”

Hearing this, Song Heng shook his head, his face was a little pale, and said, "Yasuo will be online next week, and I must complete the dubbing before next week." ”

Listening to Song Heng's words, Meng Zishu nodded, but he was a little anxious in his heart.

Looking at Song Heng's state, Mencius Shu was afraid that he would fall if he matched it.

But Song Heng didn't think about it so much, just concentrated on sorting out his voice.

What was expected to be done on Friday now looks like it will have to work overtime on the weekend.

Fortunately, with the blessing of intermediate dubbing skill fragments, although the cold is severe, it can still work, so as not to play closed.

At the end of the day, in order to ensure that the progress of the work was not delayed, Song Heng dubbed until nine o'clock in the evening before leaving.

And Meng Zishu also accompanied Song Heng to dub until nine o'clock, looking at Song Heng very worriedly, his state was getting worse and worse.

The two said goodbye, and Song Heng refused Mencius Shu's request to send him back, and he took the subway back to the apartment.

Song Heng, who was dazed, returned to the apartment and collapsed directly on the sofa.

"Why did you come back so late?Where did you go?Who are you with?" Song An heard the movement, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Song Heng, and asked sternly.

And Song Heng, who was lying on the sofa, felt that his head was getting more and more dizzy at the moment, and he didn't pay attention to what Song An said at all.

In my head, a voice that I hadn't heard for a long time sounded again.

Song Heng slowly sat up from the sofa, his body trembled slightly, and when he opened his eyes, there was a pair of blue pupils inside, which were completely different from Song Heng's original brown pupils.

"You..." Song Heng turned his head and looked at Song An with a cold face, his expression was slightly puzzled, as if he was very strange why he came out.

"Facial paralysis?" Song An looked at Song Heng's state and asked tentatively.

Hearing Song An's salutation, "Song Heng" had a dark face and a sinking expression.

Seeing Song Heng like this, Song An was sure that he was really a paralyzed boy!

"Give me some medicine, Song Heng seems to have a fever. Li Bing, a paralyzed boy, looked at Song An and said in an extremely cold tone.

"Huh?" Hearing Li Bing's words, Song An reached out and probed Song Heng's forehead with some nervousness, and it was really a little hot.

"Why do you have a fever?" Song An looked at Song Heng with a worried face, and hurriedly got up to find a medicine box, which contained some basic cold medicine and fever reducers.

Li Bing stretched out his hand to probe his forehead and said, "It's okay, it is estimated that it should be between thirty-eight and thirty-nine degrees." ”

Thinking of this, Li Bing may know the reason why he came out.

There was also a hint of helplessness on his cold face.

It was already slowly merging, but now he came out again, and he had to come again.

Feeling his physical condition, Li Bing's face that had not changed for a hundred years also changed slightly.

His brows furrowed inward slightly, showing Li Bing's extremely dissatisfied attitude.

This physical condition is really too bad to take care of yourself!

When Song An found antipyretic medicine and cold medicine, Li Bing took them one after another, and his pale face gradually improved.

Song Heng's consciousness did not fall asleep, discussed with Li Bing, and decided to let Li Bing replace him for two days to help him complete the dubbing work.

Personalities can communicate with each other if they are willing to do so and when they are not asleep.

At the same time, most of the skills between personalities are interconnected.

Song Heng will dub, although Li Bing's level may not be as good as Song Heng, but his body is there, and it will not be too bad.

"I'm probably going to have to be out for a few days. Li Bing looked at Song An with a cold face and said slowly.

Hearing this, Song An pursed his lips slightly, worried about Song Heng in his heart, and a little unhappy.

Can't hug anymore.