At six o'clock in the morning, the door "bang!" There was a loud bang. Gu Meng, who was dreaming, opened her eyes suddenly, and stared at the man in front of her, who was full of threats, and the eyes that glowed green because she stayed up late stared at her.

"So early, there's ...... Is there something wrong? ”

A sense of crisis suddenly rose in her heart, and she suddenly remembered. I and Uncle Song are now alone and widowed in the same room, not to mention Uncle Wang, who is so old that he is deaf and blind, the entire second floor is just the two of them.

Subconsciously tightened his pajamas, only to find that he was wearing Uncle Song's shirt, which was too wide at the hem of the clothes, almost reaching the knees. She slowly moved to the head of the bed, raised her face and asked, "It's not a good behavior for you to trespass into other people's rooms." ”

"Bad?" He snorted coldly, his throat rolling slightly. The tall body crawled onto the bed with the words, and the slender legs were across her body, Gu Meng tightened her neckline hard, and she was afraid that she would not be able to cover her thighs, so she panicked all of a sudden.

"Uncle Song, as you said yourself, we are not in that kind of relationship now. That one...... The man and woman couldn't kiss each other, and they couldn't get too close. ”

……

"You...... If you do this, you will be misunderstood. ”

The man slowly curled his lips, moved his arm to her cheek, and gently cupped his soft chin: "There is no one else here." ”

"No, no! I mean, you don't like me, and I don't like you. Wouldn't it be nice if it was the messy one? ”

She didn't notice her incoherent speech, but she noticed the man's suddenly gloomy face. Then came the oppression of the sudden departure, and she stroked her heart and got up in surprise.

As far as the eye could see, the cold and stiff body had already walked out of the door, and the stiffness when he left was still in his impression. She pouted her cheeks and slapped the soft pillow hard, but the soft cotton wool took all her strength in.

Then I thought about it, maybe I said something wrong. But even if she wants to put on her clothes and go out to apologize now, she has nothing to wear. The white shirt on his body is really not suitable for seeing people.

After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets in the room for a long time, Gu Meng finally made up her mind and secretly opened the door wrapped in a thin blanket......

"Uncle Song?"

"Uncle Song, I know you're up. Can you do me a favor? Uncle Song ......" The upward tail note became softer and softer, but the room next door was still silent. Biting her lip, she simply walked out and kicked the door hard.

There was no response from inside the door, but a light cough came from behind him: "Miss Gu, Mr. is out." ”

"Where?"

"Sir didn't confess." Uncle Wang's answer was straightforward, with a faint smile on his face all the time, his back was straight all the year round, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes still looked energetic: "Mr. explains, you still need to consult Miss for breakfast." Excuse me, is it Western or Chinese? ”

"Whatever." She was suddenly depressed, walked back slowly to close the door, and let out a long sigh against it. He went out quietly, was he angry?

Until Uncle Wang prepared breakfast, Song Weili did not come back. She was wearing Song Weili's shirt and a thick coat on the outside, and then she went to the restaurant to eat.

On the table, there are sandwiches with ham, poached eggs, millet porridge, and xiao long bao that you want to bite into when you look at it. Everything is so tempting.

Someone finally decides to forget about the unpleasantness for a while and enjoy the food attentively.

As soon as the white fingertips touched the sandwich, the door to the entrance was pushed open. As if it were discussed, every action was so coincidental.

Gu Meng's gaze slowly moved from the man's face, and finally landed on the pink suitcase at his feet. The clear eyes stared in surprise, and even the voice stammered: "My suitcase? ”

didn't get a response, but the small broken steps had already reached the man: "Uncle Song, you went to get it for me?" ”

"Hmm." The gentle response, as if it were a rolling sound from the throat. She needs to listen carefully to barely hear clearly. But even so, he still cheered: "Thank you." ”

Hurriedly dragged the suitcase to the side, and pulled his tall body to the dining table. Bending down, he carefully picked out the largest and most beautiful poached egg for him: "Na, this is for you." Thank you Uncle Song for your help and acceptance! ”

After she finished speaking, she didn't care what Song Weili's reaction was, she sat straight on the chair, staring at him with blinking eyes: "Why don't you eat?" ”

Song Weili didn't react yet, just had a calm face, and his eyes were complex and deep. But Uncle Wang jumped out eagerly, and there was a rare nervousness on his old face: "I'll go and bring Mr.'s breakfast, you wait." ”

After Wang Bo finished speaking, he hurriedly retreated, she blinked suspiciously, pointed at the poached egg with her chin, and motioned for him to eat.

But Song Weili always looked at the nose and nose, and the well-defined jaw was tightened into a straight congenital. Following her gaze, the corners of her mouth twitched imperceptibly.

"Uncle Wang!" Suddenly roared, and Uncle Wang, who was still in the kitchen, replied loudly: "Come on, I didn't know that Mr. came back so soon, I didn't have time to prepare before." ”

As he spoke, he moved back the plate of delicious and tempting poached eggs, and looked at Gu Meng with a smile: "Miss Gu, please." ”

I knew something was wrong, but the food in front of me was too tempting. Gu Meng thought about it, but swallowed the breakfast silently. Uncle Wang didn't know her taste, so he put a lot of lettuce in the sandwich, and she held her chin with one hand and carefully picked it out.

In a few moments, a small pile of greens was stacked on top of each other around the table......

"Don't be a picky eater."

Hearing someone's lesson, Gu Meng didn't raise his head. What is muttering in your mouth......

Seeing this, Song Weili's face suddenly became gloomy: "When will your picky eating habit be changed?" ”

"More than 80 percent of the country's population is picky eaters, and it's not a big problem."

Bang, slamming his palm on the table, just about to open his mouth to teach a lesson. I saw Gu Menghu raise his eyes suspiciously, pick up the plate seriously, and put the fried poached egg in front of him, his eyes lit up: "Then Uncle Song, do you eat this?" ”