You don't need to be told the importance of sleep, everyone knows it.

A normal person should sleep for eight hours a day, and everyone thinks this sentence is true.

However, Song Song didn't think so, not only did she not think so, but she also thought that the people who said this probably only understood some people, after all, there were a large number of people who were the same as her.

That is, to maintain good living habits, and under normal circumstances, it will not be easily changed.

That is, I definitely sleep more than eight hours a day, not to mention that it is a relaxing holiday period, so of course, it is best to sleep until the sky is desolate.

Song Song didn't feel like he was sleeping in a daze, and he thought he got up quite early, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he was dazzled by the big sun outside the window, where is it seven or eight o'clock, let alone five or six o'clock, at least it's noon.

Sure enough, when she looked at her phone, it was noon, it was still one o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Song held her forehead and sighed, she really slept and didn't know what year it was.

After a simple wash, Song Song sat on the sofa in the living room wrapped in the most imageless pajamas, and as soon as he sat down, he couldn't help but slide half of his body down, and Song Guangyang's middle-aged thick pajamas on his body "slipped away" from her shoulders to block her entire vision.

Song Song struggled to show his head in the slowest posture, looking at the TV with the noon news, and then at the empty coffee table.

She touched her shriveled stomach a few times, which was probably a precursor to hunger.

There was a quick-frozen dumpling in the kitchen, and there was a piece of paper on the refrigerator door, and the few big characters on the paper couldn't be more familiar.

"Water the dumplings a few more times, and be careful not to burn the house by lighting a fire."

Does she look like someone who can't even cook dumplings? And also...... Don't burn down the house, what the hell!

Song Song is really angry with Song Guangyang, a person who smiles at fifty steps and a hundred steps, at least she hasn't reached the state where she can cook noodles into sesame paste.

She can't forget it, and when she returns to her life, she is full of joy and looks forward to a new beginning, but she encounters the fear of a bowl of "sesame paste".

However, thanks to that devilish craftsmanship, she met Fang Chenchu in the breakfast shop and ...... to him It caused a lot of unhappiness.

Ahem, those unimportant things don't need to be recalled.

Song Song neatly cooked a dumpling for himself, a whole portion, and then strictly stuck the time, added three times of cold water and put it out of the plate, and set a plate in a particularly leisurely manner.

The so-called presentation is not so messy, for example, those that are boiled and cooked badly are pressed underneath, and the good-looking ones are adjusted one by one by her with chopsticks, all in one direction.

At the end, sprinkle a little chili oil in the center and you're done!

Song Song is very optimistic about his very trendy "idle egg pain", at the end, as long as he shoots at a perfect angle, the pixels are ......

She looked at her phone, well, she could make do with it for a little longer.

survived this rush, and when Song Song breathed a sigh of relief and solved the problem of the photo, when he sat on the chair and started eating, the dumplings were almost cold, just enough to eat, one bite at a time, and the food was not refreshing!

Song Song first opened the text message, and the latest one in it was Fang Chenchu's message, saying that she was taken to a relative's house by Fang Yahui, and she couldn't come to her today, so let her be honest at home.

Looking at the time it was sent again, breakfast was seven and five o'clock......

"Well, that's a good morning......

An Siling felt a little weak-hearted, successful people are really different, they get up earlier than chickens and sleep later than dogs, no wonder they are so powerful in the end.

Look at her again?

Song Song recalled her day, although more than half of the time had passed, how did she feel as if she had just begun?

That's right, her scum wave account!

Song Song was just about to open the buckle and send her own breakfast and lunch, when she remembered that she had a more important matter, that is, to observe her achievements yesterday.

When she logged in to her account, it was also a lot of time to consume, because Song Song couldn't remember the password she set, she remembered that it was like this?

But why does it keep showing the wrong password?

She thought and thought, ah! This password is not Fang Chenchu's birthday, she set the date of their first kiss!

Thinking of this, Song Song blushed again.

As soon as the slag wave was opened, it seemed that the backstage was dead, and Song Song was still confused at first when he saw this reaction, and the next second he thought that the situation of the previous buckle was also like this, and he was also relieved, and he was very happy to look forward to it.

After all, what does this reaction represent? It means that her account has an effect!

However, this time the backstage seemed to be extraordinarily long, Song Song had already eaten up a plate of dumplings, and the phone was still quiet, and when she drank all the soup to the end, she refreshed some different news.

The first news to be included in the bottom of the eye, turned out to be the non-mainstream avatar?

Song Song frowned, looking at the 99 displayed behind this person's news, his heart was extremely complicated, this person was really her fan, now she didn't doubt this, but how could she feel that this person was so stupid?

And a little perverted feeling is what's fat?

Song Song didn't go to see the news of that person this time, and went straight to his homepage and saw the long list of fans......

Well, it's actually more than 600 people, but that's a lot of that!

You know, she used to play scum waves, but counting zombie fans, there are only nearly 90 little fans, and they are all the kind that advertise for her every day.

There is no comparison between the current and the slag waves and the slag waves of that period, so these more than 600 fans are all live fans, real fans!

When Song Song felt that she was about to cry, a phone call came in, and she didn't see who it was, and she answered it with a shake of her hand.

The voice on the other end of the phone was very noisy, as if he was in a vegetable market and it felt like a mahjong parlor, anyway, Song Song didn't understand what he said after listening to it for a while, and his ears were uncomfortable.

Just as she was about to hang up the phone, the voice was quieter, and a familiar voice came.

Fang Chenchu crossed the living room, walked to the balcony and closed the door, only to isolate a lot of the conversation behind him, he glanced at the mobile phone in his hand that showed that he was still talking, and he could imagine that Song Song on the other side must have been frowned at just now.

"Woke up?"

Song Song was indeed frowned at the noise, but when he heard Fang Chenchu's voice, he was happier than anyone else.

But what Fang Chenchu said made her very unhappy.

Song Song pretended to be angry, "What, are you questioning my Nikolai hard Song's efforts?" I'll tell you, I got up at half past seven and went for a morning jog to memorize English words! ”

After speaking, Song Song couldn't wait to grit his teeth.

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