Inexplicably, Wen actually hoped that Lord Syrup would come to her.

Whatever the reason.

What made Wen Su feel happy was that Lord Syrup really didn't disappoint her, and she saw the other party's information as soon as she went online, and it seemed that there would be a few messages every once in a while, which was also embarrassing.

The reason for the resumption of the change was brewed, and there was an inexplicable feeling of weakness, although there was no falsehood in the fact that she was sick.

Just after a few moments of hesitation, Su Qihua, who was busy on the other side, saw the window vibrate slightly, frowned and looked over, and found that it was Wen Gu's online reminder, and the stone in his heart finally fell, "Well, I'm finally willing to go online, why did you go a few days ago?" ”

Belch.

Wen couldn't help blinking, she had only been online for a few minutes, why was she caught by Lord Syrup.

Wen Gu flattened her mouth a little depressed, and when she was thinking about how to answer, her slender arm came sideways, and she took away her mobile phone in three or two clicks, followed by a burst of fragrant aroma, obviously the lunch that Song Xingchen bought, although it was a porridge and side dish, it was easy to arouse people's appetite.

However, the focus is not on that.

Wen shook his head and slowly spoke to Song Xingchen, "Let me finish the message first." With that, he unceremoniously stretched out his hand.

Song Xingchen was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced at the white mobile phone in his hand, and after hesitating for a while, he opened his mouth, "Hurry up and eat while it's hot." Then he handed the phone to Wen Gu.

Of course, Wen Su knew what Song Xingchen meant, and quickly sent a message to Syrup, explaining the reason for his disconnection, and then threw the phone aside.

However, Song Xingchen, who had already started to make food, saw this, and unhurriedly fished out Wen's mobile phone, and naturally placed it at the head of the bed, and then gave the porridge that had been made to Wen.

It's quite warm for two people to eat.

Song Xingchen ate a little faster than Wen Gu, and when he saw that Wen Gu was still eating slowly, he didn't have the slightest impatience in his heart, so he watched Wen Gu like that for a long time.

After eating, he saw the eyes staring at him directly, and remembered the events of that day in his heart, and the atmosphere became embarrassing in an instant.

Song Xingchen also realized this, his slender eyelashes fanned slightly, and the whole person was a little more morbid beauty, "I'll go and throw these away first, you have a good rest." With that, he pointed to the disposable dishes and chopsticks.

Wen didn't say anything, nodded his head, indicating that he understood, and then watched Song Xingchen's back disappear from sight.

When Song Xingchen went out, he hadn't forgotten to close the door.

Wen Gu breathed a sigh of relief, and turned on his phone again to see if the syrup had any reply.

"Well, let's go eat, I'm busy too, hurry up and reply to the update." Syrup's reply was like this, and the tone was natural, like yes, as if he was catching up with a friend.

There are no imaginary questions, and there are no imaginary blasms, which makes the heart that was originally hanging in the old become inexplicably steady.

The sharp discovery that it has always been either a computer online or a WiFi online syrup, and today it is actually a mobile network, and I couldn't help but wonder a little in my heart, and I didn't pay attention to anything, and asked directly, "Syrup, are you outside?" ”

Su Qihua, who was still listening to the lecture over there, only felt that his mobile phone vibrated for a moment, took it out and looked at it, and found that it was a reminiscent reply, so he couldn't help but smile and replied in a good mood, "Well, in the author training." Then he said something to make Wen Gu recover quickly.

I agreed one by one.

Inexplicably, Su Qihua bent the corners of his mouth, causing the milkshake that was sitting quietly on the side to feel a little inexplicable.

But I have to say, it's still very eye-catching.

Su Qihua originally planned to chat with Wen Gu a few more words, but then he heard someone calling for syrup, and couldn't help frowning, and his slender five fingers jumped quickly on the mobile phone screen; Uh, a few times, sent another message to Wen Su, "Well, I'm going to be busy, you can code the words well." ”

"Well, don't we have any other topics besides code words?"

Think about it, after all, it's just the editor-in-charge.

I'm happy to review the past.

When Song Xingchen came back, the scene he saw was like that.

Wen was lying on her side on the bed, holding her phone in her left hand and poking around the screen with her right hand, as if she was too engaged, and the subtle sound of him opening the door did not affect her movements.

How long has he been gone, why is he playing with his phone again?

Song Xingchen sighed a little helplessly, and then came to Wen Gu's side. I smoothed over my old phone. !!

In fact, Wen obediently listened to the words of the syrup, in the code word, but suddenly a hand stretched out, and took away her mobile phone as in the morning, saying that it is impossible not to be depressed.

She opened her mouth, and was about to say something to Song Xingchen, but when she saw the other party's rare serious face, she finally didn't say anything.

I don't know why, there is a faint feeling in my heart, that is, Song Xingchen has changed.

She remembered that at the beginning, it was Song Xingchen who needed to be protected, but now she herself has become squeamish.

"I've just woken up, don't keep staring at your phone, squint for a while." Song Xingchen glanced at the grievances on his face, and felt a little funny in his heart, but he still held back his laughter.

So on this day, there was no mobile phone.

Either sleep or stare at the ceiling in a daze.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Wen finally stopped being a little uncomfortable, and expressed his desire for a mobile phone to Song Xingchen very bluntly.

Song Xingchen was wearing a white shirt, and when he saw this, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, "Okay." Then he took out his phone from his pocket and handed it to Wen Gu, and he went to take out the garbage.

When she opened the comment area of her novel again, she was still quite relieved, at least, at least someone wished her a speedy recovery or something, and after boarding the button, she received the care of the syrup, and the words were very straightforward, "Sick and hospitalized?" ”

"Hmm." Wen Gu shook her head, she was sick, and Lord Syrup wouldn't rush to urge the draft, right?

Su Qihua looked at the crowd that had dispersed, and sent a message to Wen Gu, "Which hospital?" Now, he is not afraid that his identity will be exposed or something, because Wen should almost know.

In the author training in the past two days, there are already many authors who know that he is syrup, and the recent buckles have often met the teasing of young authors or something, and the terrible things have spread, so there is no need to hide it anymore.

It's just that, looking at the way I retired, I should be busy recuperating and have no time to pay attention to others, so I don't know.