Yang Ming leaned on the head of the bed and wrote something with a pen, and raised his head: "My quilt is wide enough, it's enough to cover a bed." ”

Wang Xiaoming shook his head: "That's not good, Ah Bing sometimes doesn't sleep honestly, which will affect you." ”

Yang Ming looked at him: "Then he will sleep with me in a quilt, you have a cold, don't catch a cold again." ”

"Good. Wang Xiaoming thought that he was still catching a cold, and was about to ask Ah Bing to be taken care of by Yang Ming, so he asked him to say so, so he quickly agreed.

Before going to bed, Wang Xiaoming took medicine again, got into the quilt, and felt extremely comfortable: "Ah Bing is going to get up in the middle of the night to pee, he will wake up by himself, you just turn on the light for him." ”

Yang Ming snorted: "Got it." Go to sleep. ”

As soon as his head touched the pillow, Wang Xiaoming only felt that his eyelids were extraordinarily heavy, as if there was a thousand weights hanging on his head, but he refused to surrender to Duke Zhou in his heart, he closed his eyes and muttered: "What are you writing?"

Yang Ming said: "The menu of the banquet. ”

Wang Xiaoming wanted to say something, but his consciousness was blurred and he couldn't say it.

Yang Ming wrote for a while, glanced at Wang Xiaoming, who was already asleep, and reached out to touch his forehead, which was no longer too warm. His hand was not withdrawn immediately, and he caressed Wang Xiaoming's slightly frowning brow with his fingers, one day, all the pain here would be smoothed out.

Yang Ming carried the sleeping Wang Bing outside, lay down next to Wang Xiaoming, listened to his slightly heavy breathing, and fell on his heart one by one, he closed his eyes and thought in his heart, he had to speed up the repayment of his debts as soon as possible, he couldn't let him work so hard anymore, and he couldn't bear it for a long time.

Sleeping until midnight, Wang Xiaoming felt hot, so he kicked the quilt, the bed was only one meter and five wide, and it was still a little crowded to put two quilts.

Yang Ming slept soundly, and suddenly found a somewhat cool body close to him, he woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and understood what was going on, so he shook off the quilt, wrapped Wang Xiaoming in, reached out and touched the outside, the quilt was gone, and he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, it wasn't Wang Bing who was not honest in sleep.

Wang Xiaoming, who felt a little cold, hugged the soft stove tightly, found a comfortable position, and slept comfortably. Yang Ming hugged Wang Bing closer, holding the big one with his right hand and the small one with his left hand, the three of them were close together, huddled in a quilt, Yang Ming only felt that his chest was bulging, something was clamoring to break out, he couldn't help but rub the forehead of the man next to him with the tip of his nose, and suddenly understood one thing, this feeling is called happiness.

Wang Xiaoming woke up the next day and found that he was sleeping in Yang Ming's quilt, his hands were still around his waist, and he was so frightened that he pulled his hand back violently, and his vest couldn't help but get hot, what is the situation, he pretended to cough, but he really coughed. Yang Ming sat up: "Coughing?"

Wang Xiaoming laughed: "It seems to be a little." How did I sleep last night, how did I run away from your bed, I must have taken you for Ah Bing. Where's my quilt?"

Yang Ming said: "The quilt has fallen off." Hurry up and get dressed. ”

Wang Xiaoming looked at it, and the quilt was really on the floor, he laughed embarrassedly, put on his clothes, and a hand reached over and fell on his forehead, he stiffened: "Don't burn, I feel better." ”

Yang Ming withdrew his hand, the fever had indeed subsided, but unfortunately, the fever turned into a cough, and he frowned and looked at Wang Xiaoming: "I'll go buy vegetables." ”

"I'll go too. Wang Xiaoming covered his mouth with his hands and coughed twice.

Yang Ming said, "No. When you go to the pharmacy to buy a mask, go to the store first. With that, he turned around and left.

Wang Xiaoming watched Yang Ming leave by himself, and he didn't have to follow, okay, just enjoy the treatment of the sick number.

Wang Bing arched out of the quilt: "Uncle, we slept on Uncle Yang Ming's bed." ”

"Well, our bed was wet with you, you forgot?" "I have to buy a quilt cover today, I can't keep squeezing into the same bed, although it doesn't matter if two men sleep together, but today's situation makes him feel too embarrassed.

"Uncle, I woke up last night to pee, it was Uncle Yang Ming who helped me turn on the light, I went by myself, I was not afraid. Wang Bing raised his head and asked Wang Xiaoming for credit.

Wang Xiaoming was too tired last night, took medicine again, and slept very dead, otherwise how could he not know when he slept in Yang Ming's bed, Wang Bing got up to pee, he naturally didn't know, he reached out and touched Wang Bing's head: "It's so good." ”

Wang Bing was particularly well-behaved today: "Uncle, I will dress myself today." ”

Wang Xiaoming looked at his nephew: "Okay, you can come by yourself." He put on his pants and got out of bed, and then handed Wang Bing clothes, Wang Bing really put on the clothes one by one, and Wang Xiaoming pulled the clothes inside neatly for him: "Ah Bing has grown up." This compliment made Wang Bing die of beauty.

After washing, Wang Xiaoming took Wang Bing to the store, Yang Ming hadn't come back yet, he wanted to ask Zhang Yiwei or Zhao Xiaoyang to help, but remembered that Yang Ming didn't have a mobile phone, and it was not easy to find someone to go, so he couldn't help frowning, and he had to buy a mobile phone.

Wang Xiaoming asked Zhang Yiwei: "Ah Wei, I want to buy a mobile phone, what mobile phone is good?"

Zhang Yiwei leaned over: "Boss, you finally want to change your mobile phone." I think your antique machine should have gone into the museum, and it should have been replaced a long time ago. ”

Wang Xiaoming said: "What kind of mobile phone do you have?"

Zhang Yiwei said: "Of course you want to buy a mobile phone. ”

"How much?"

"More than 5,000 ...... of the new model"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Xiaoming: "Cheaper, the kind that can go online, and you can go on Weibo." ”

Zhang Yiwei looked at Wang Xiaoming: "Boss, how much money are you going to buy?"

Wang Xiaoming doesn't know anything about the current mobile phone market: "It doesn't have to be too expensive, you can access the Internet, touch screen." ”

Zhang Yiwei laughed: "There are many types of this, many domestic machines, copycat machines, hundreds of yuan, can also be accessed." ”

"It's so cheap, but what about the quality?" asked Wang Xiaoming.

Zhang Yiwei said: "It all depends on luck, some can be used for a year or two, and some can be used for a month or two before they break." ”

Wang Xiaoming said: "Buy a domestic, regular brand, one or two thousand yuan." ”

Zhang Yiwei smiled: "Boss, the business in the store is so good, you still save so much money, it's too much to say." ”

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand: "Who said that I am rich? I am so poor that I still owe a lot of debts." ”

Zhang Yiwei sniffed the gossip and leaned over: "Boss, are you really in debt?"

Wang Xiaoming ignored him: "You recommend a mobile phone to me." ”

Zhang Yiwei said: "Buy a Huawei or Xiaomi, this is a better domestic machine, and the cost performance is OK." ”