"Insomnia? Well? ”

Fu Xinian's cold voice sounded a different kind of warmth in this cold night, and Song Wenbei's limbs finally regained a little sense, and he shook his head gently.

Fu Xi smiled youngly, "So, are you scared?" ”

"Nope!" Song Wenbei almost subconsciously retorted, and when she said that, she realized that at some point, her hand had tightly pulled the hem of Fu Xinian's pajamas, and there was no sign of letting go. Unconsciously took a few steps back, Song Wenbei was a little embarrassed, but she didn't dare to go too far away from Fu Xinian, at this moment, under the shadow of Fu Xinian, it was the warmest and most reassuring place for her.

Fu Xinian rubbed the top of her hair, "Her face is white, what is it that she is strong." After speaking, he hugged her and walked to the window, and the moment he pushed the window open, Song Wenbei closed his eyes, only to hear the low laughter of the man in his ear, "Look for yourself, what's outside the window?" ”

Song Wenbei opened his eyes tremblingly, and what was in front of him was nothing more than a willow tree swaying in the wind and rain. At best, it's just a willow tree that grows a little more enchanting, and it's not at all close to the women and children that I used to be obsessed with. Song Wenbei breathed a sigh of relief, his feet were a little softened, and he leaned on Fu Xinian's arms, without any strength.

"Go to bed." Fu Xinian sighed as if resigned, "I sleep on the ground." ”

Song Wenbei was a little surprised that he was not always generous, and this inquiring expression looked at Fu Xinian's eyes and chuckled, "What, I'm afraid of lice on the bed?" ”

Song Wenbei pouted, she naturally knew that there would naturally be no lice on the bed of a patient like him, but sleeping in a strange man's bed also requires courage, okay! After thinking about it again, Song Wenbei's temperance finally lost to her physical difficulties, she lay down on the bed covered with Simmons, yawned contentedly, and turned off the wall lamp at hand.

In a daze, Song Wenbei heard a sound of turning over beside him, obviously, the stumbling belonged to the original owner of this bed-Fu Xinian. She suddenly felt a little guilty, if it wasn't for the farce just now, how could he, a pampered young master, be reduced to the land. What's more, he seems to be still for her.

Song Wenbei's damn sympathy flooded all of a sudden, and she lowered her tentatively, "Fu Xinian? Did you sleep? ”

In response to her, there was a dead silence, Song Wenbei was a little relieved, but it was a little strange, how could a sleeping person make such a loud turning sound. In the dark, she didn't dare to turn on the bed lamp, but just groped her way in the direction of Fu Xinian, for fear of waking up the eldest young master. But the front foot unexpectedly touched a soft hot mass, Song Wenbei's center of gravity was unstable, and he couldn't overcome gravity for a while, and fell towards the arms of Mother Earth. Finished! Song Wenbei slandered her belly, she either threw herself to death, or crushed the people under her - to death!

But there is no trace of pain in the body, and the people under him do not have half a point**. Didn't you crush people to death? Song Wenbei was taken aback by this thought, and groped to the tip of Fu Xinian's nose. But in the dark, how can it be so easy to find such a small piece of meat! Song Wenbei almost "put his hands up" on the man in front of him for a long time, but he didn't test whether he still had a snort.

"Song Wenbei, have you touched enough?!" Fu Xinian's voice suddenly came from the darkness, with a little heaviness and a bit of gnashing of teeth, obviously the owner of the voice was very dissatisfied with the weak and boneless little hands.

"Ahh Song Wenbei hurriedly removed his hand and exclaimed in surprise. But in the next second, this exclamation had been swallowed into the mouth by a domineering man, "Hmm" Song Wenbei struggled, but was hugged tighter.

"Since you are so lonely, then let's sleep together." Fu Xinian took the time to explain his "reluctance", and then swallowed Song Wenbei into his mouth. Song Wenbei stretched out his fist and pounded his solid chest, but he became more and more weak.

Fu Xinian saw that the little woman in his arms had softened into a puddle of water, and his eyes were full of light, so he let go of her already red and swollen lips and put her firmly on the couch on the ground.

"Fu Xinian! Don't you think you're a beast! Song Wenbei almost squeezed out these words from between her teeth, and in the dark, although she couldn't see Fu Xinian's eyes clearly, she also stared directly at the "behemoth" in front of her.

"Heh" Fu Xinian's fingertips ran across her smooth cheeks, and slowly leaned his face over, "I'm obviously - it's better than a beast." ”

Song Wenbei was speechless for a while, but he didn't dare to take advantage of his tongue, and he didn't even dare to move when he lay on the bed, for fear of arousing the man's hope again. Fu Xinian looked at her in the dark as if she was facing a great enemy, and he was a little funny. She thought that by pretending to be a corpse, she would be able to get away with it? Today, she Song Wenbei is a piece of meat, and he will also dismantle the bones into his abdomen!

The arrow is on the string, but halfway through the fight to bite the gold.

Song Wenbei's mobile phone screen suddenly flickered in this dark night, although it looked a little weird in this night, but Song Wenbei never thought that domestic small brick was so cute.

"Well, I'll answer the phone!" Song Wenbei slipped out from under Fu Xinian, flexible like a loach. grabbed his mobile phone, and paced two more steps by the window, how far away he could be from a man who exuded oppressive air pressure around him, completely ignoring someone's face that was comparable to the bottom of a pot. Although, this black, has blended in with the night.

"Babe."

On the other end of the phone, it was Su Yi's still cold voice. Song Wenbei's heart trembled, thinking of the order, and couldn't help but glance in the direction of Fu Xinian. In the darkness, his face was not clear, but the outline of his figure was vivid.

"Su Yi, what's wrong, is there something, it's so late." Song Wenbei lowered his voice, trying his best to pretend to be a lazy voice that had just been woken up from a deep sleep, but he couldn't help but tremble a little.

Su Yi wanted to open his mouth to ask about Fu Xinian, but when he heard that her tone was so pitiful, he felt a little unbearable, and even more, he was afraid of panic when he heard the truth.

Heaven and man are fighting, on the one hand, it is Su Yiruo who just told him that he is "unruly" and "aggressive"; On the one hand, it was her "frightened" and "low-browed", family affection, love, this time, he finally completely tilted the balance in his heart towards Song Wenbei. Holding the microphone tightly in his hand, he forcibly suppressed the sourness in his heart, and tried his best to make his voice sound the same as usual:

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Beibei. And "Su Yi said with difficulty, "good night".

Good night – I love you, love you.

Year after year is similar, year after year is different.