In the early morning, the winter sun was projected on the floor of the apartment through the glass, through the bare branches, describing a few mottled light and shadows, and Nie Qing's voice sounded in the living room, "A week ago, the ranking of "Model Ji" was determined, and it was decided to announce it on Christmas Day. ”

However, there was no Nie Qing in the living room, only a shadow on the floor, doing daily physical exercise on the yoga mat.

Mu Sheng propped his hands on the yoga mat, the hair on his forehead was soaked, it seemed that he had been exercising for a while, his voice was a little unstable, his arm trembled, and he finally fell down softly.

Reaching out and picking up the mobile phone on the desktop, the sound just now came out of the phone.

The girl turned over lightly, lay down on the mat, raised a pair of long legs into the air, put the mobile phone to her ear while raising, and a slightly panting voice sounded, "Whew, have you ever heard what my ranking is?"

One glance at the stopwatch, exactly five minutes.

"If I could, I would have told you directly the moment I called. Nie Qing's tone was a little helpless, even if she had more connections in France, she couldn't do this!

If she could even find out the results of the "Model Chronicle" rankings, she could directly change careers to become a paparazzi.

Mu Sheng also knew that he wanted to go wrong, slowly lowered his legs, reached out and picked up the towel on the side, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked, "Okay, then why are you calling?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was no sound on the other end of the phone, Mu Sheng glanced at the mobile phone signal grid, could it be that there was no signal?

Just as he was about to speak, Nie Qing's voice lowered a lot, and his words were a little vague, "I have something to do on Christmas Day, take a day off, and you can go to see the rankings by yourself then." ”

Mu Sheng sat up from the yoga mat and responded gently, "Okay, you don't need to do such a small thing..."

Halfway through speaking, the girl paused, her eyes flashed slightly, usually Sister Nie can not rest without resting, it is rare to take the initiative on such a day, and it is still on the day of Christmas, and then I think of the rumors I heard from Yan Xiaoli a few days ago.

Nie Qingzheng wondered why Mu Sheng didn't say anything in the middle of speaking, and the next second, the girl's voice came from the other side of the microphone, "Is Carl also off for Christmas?"

Nie Qing paused, the fingertips holding the pencil loosened, and the graphite refill swiped lightly on the paper, leaving a little gray mark on the handsome man's face on the paper, and looking closely at the man's facial features, he was somewhat similar to Carl.

But Nie Qing couldn't care so much, at this time, he clenched the phone in his hand, a suspicious flush appeared on his face, and his voice couldn't help but raise slightly, "He doesn't rest, how do I know!"

However, the tone of shame had betrayed her, Mu Sheng chuckled clearly, and the crisp laughter ushered in the busy tone of the phone, "Doot toot..."

"Is this annoyed and angry?" Mu Sheng's mouth curled slightly, and his face was full of smiles, "It's really rare! Workaholic is finally going on a date." Got up from the yoga mat, walked barefoot to the kitchen, poured a glass of boiled water, and walked to the corner of the living room while drinking.

Standing by the wall, he reached out and opened the calendar, but after a few pages, the number "25" jumped on it, and a soft murmur sounded, "There are still five days to go." ”

The scene of Christmas last year came to mind, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but bend, and a little smile flashed in his dark eyes, "Christmas, do I have to plan it too?"

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