After reporting to the airport, Bi Jian, the co-pilot, opened his mobile phone to send a message to others, and he was still chatting with Rong Zhiwei in the back seat, but the hands held by the two never let go.

It's been a long, long time since I've felt this warm.

After Bi Jian boarded the plane, Bi Sheng took Rong Zhiwei out of the airport and took a taxi to report the location.

"Do you like cats?" He asked her.

Rong Zhiwei's eyes widened and blinked flickeringly: "I like it!" ”

"Please go to the cat café to suck, I know one is still open."

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In the evening, Bi Sheng personally sent Rong Zhiwei to the car: "Although I really want to send you home, I may not be able to come back after sending you home." ”

"Hahaha, my sofa can let you sleep."

She was joking with him.

"All in all, thank you really for today, a little gift for you." He casually pulled a small box out of his coat pocket and handed it to her.

Early the next morning, after Rong Zhiwei woke up, she opened the CK comics as usual, and originally thought that Shengxi would add a new chapter in the week, which had already made people fall through the glasses, but this time it can be regarded as Mars hitting the earth.

Shengxi is unexpectedly! Three days of explosion!

Click on the new chapter of the comic he updated in the morning, and the comment area is about to explode.

[Congratulatory message from the people of R City]

[The people of X city sent a congratulatory message]

[The people of H City sent a congratulatory message]

The barrage is neatly lined aside, and the dynamic comment area of Shengxi, who is the author, is also very hot, and even Dawei, who is in charge of the editor, has been Aite many times, and some people who stand Shengwei CP asked if Shengxi will have Spring Festival benefits because of Weida.

There was no response to this, Rong Zhiwei laughed and joked with the fans.

Looking at the box on the table, inside was the cat pin he had given.

Another day passed, Rong Zhiwei stuffed a bag of potato chips in her arms, sat on the bed with her notebook, humming a song in a good mood and planning to catch up on the drama, when the mobile phone ringing next to her.

Looking at the two words "Shengxi" displayed on the voice call on the mobile phone, Rong Zhiwei didn't even want to press answer.

"What?"

Bi Sheng's voice sounded a little aggrieved: "Because of the explosion for three days, I have to catch up all night now..."

Rong Zhiwei hummed casually and clicked on the TV series: "Then come on!" ”

The other party seemed to be silent for two seconds, and then said, "I want to talk to you, it's easy to fall asleep all night by myself." ”

"Why should I stay up all night with you?"

"You're my editor."

Bi Sheng is right.

Rong Zhiwei blinked her eyes: "But I want to chase the drama." Plugging in the headphones and his voice, she put her phone aside, and tore open the potato chip bag with her two hands: "Do you want me to eat potato chips for you?" ”

"Anyway, it's a person's Spring Festival, and you can't give yourself a holiday..."

Rong Zhiwei gritted her teeth: "Are you still less fake?!" It's just a matter of sitting at home and drawing, and we're going to work! ”

Bi Sheng nested in his chair, took a leisurely sip of coffee, and spoke to Rong Zhiwei while drawing, and insisted: "Painting is very troublesome!" ”

"But you're a professional."

Rong Zhiwei didn't believe that painting was troublesome, after all, practice makes perfect, and no matter how difficult it was, he had been painting for so long.

"Come to my house tomorrow? I'll show you how I usually draw. ”

She has already started watching TV series here, and she responded without thinking about what he said: "Okay, what do you want to eat, I'll buy it directly tomorrow and take it with you." ”

The two of them have been in a daily battle of wits and courage since the time of procrastination and urging, and now, it seems that they are even closer than friends.

Turning on the voice is as if there is someone at home accompanying you, since the things that the two of them do are not related at all, but the feeling of Rong Zhiwei chatting with him from time to time is already very warm.

In the dim bedroom, it was already more than two o'clock in the morning, Rong Zhiwei yawned, tears in her eyes, she was really sleepy, she closed the notebook and put it aside and fell asleep directly on the bed.

The voices of the two people are still connected.

Bi Sheng over there was still in a hurry, and after not hearing her talking to himself for a long time, Bi Sheng stopped and continued to paint, listening to Rong Zhiwei's steady breathing, he already knew that she was asleep, and after pouring himself a few sips of coffee, he sighed lightly and continued to rush the manuscript.

Rong Zhiwei woke up and picked up her mobile phone and looked at the time, it was already more than ten o'clock, but the voice between her and Bi Sheng was still not turned off, and she clicked on the two messages he sent to him, and the time displayed on them was six and a few minutes.

Shengxi: I'm sleeping, don't turn off the voice.

Shengxi: The key is under the flower pot at the door, I'll wait for you to come to my house to bring food.

Rong Zhiwei rubbed her sleepy eyes, climbed to the bedside to charge her mobile phone, and then got out of bed to wash.

Bi Sheng was relieved that the key was actually placed under the flower pot on the windowsill at the door.

After washing himself, he went to warm a glass of milk and bread, and after cleaning himself up briefly, he left his house and got in the car to go to Bi Sheng's house in the north of the city.

When I was in a daze in the car, I suddenly thought... As an editor, he finally had a long Spring Festival holiday, and he actually had to go to his house twice in three days...

It's really good to him, and there's no way around it.

When Rong Zhiwei stepped into the apartment again, she was carrying all kinds of food in her hands, half of which was for him to eat while waiting, and the other half was prepared in the refrigerator for later, and after finding the key under the flower pot, she quietly opened his door and walked in.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and Rong Zhiwei changed the slippers prepared at the door and walked to the living room.

The room was quiet, thinking that he should be sleeping in his bedroom, the computer in the living room was not turned off, and it was a half-drawn manuscript, Rong Zhiwei put down all the things in her hand, and sat in front of the computer curiously to watch him draw half of the pure line draft, she was quite interested in comics.

I was moving the mouse, and I found a blank piece of paper under the mouse, and when I pulled it out, I saw that it was myself... I think it should have been drawn by Bi Sheng when he was bored, the girl with the ball head on the paper was smiling, and her facial features were no different from herself.

Her face turned red.

Carefully pressing the paper back under the mouse, Rong Zhiwei left in front of the computer, as if she hadn't noticed all this, took a few deep breaths, she walked to the door of Bi Sheng's bedroom, the bedroom door was not closed, and Bi Sheng on the white bed slept peacefully.

Rong Zhiwei reached out and knocked on the door.

“...”

The man on the bed with headphones didn't respond.

After glancing at her phone, she sat back on the sofa in the living room and said to the voice: "Bi Sheng! Rise and shine! ”