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"Well," Sheng Jingheng put down his teacup and said, "next time, bring your ukulele." ”

She really didn't bring it this time, because she didn't know what the situation was, whether she could play it, whether she had time to play it, and so on.

Now it seems that this kind of slow variety show can indeed be brought, and I look for inspiration from time to time.

Nan Yue nodded, relying on the fact that he couldn't get a sound, and joked to him: "Teacher Na Sheng will bring a piano next time?" ”

After all, the last time he played the tune of a new song to her, he was still in the crew hotel.

According to his character, he must have brought it to himself, not borrowed it at will.

Sheng Jingheng looked straight at her, and then slightly hooked his lips and said, "You can bring an electronic piano." ”

The smile in his eyes was very faint, and it flashed by it, and he soon couldn't catch it.

Nan Yue nodded clearly: "In this way, next time, you can bring it, you can have an ensemble." ”

And she signed a contract for twelve issues to record two issues at a time, that is, in addition to this time, there are five more times.

Also, several next times.

Sheng Jingheng hummed softly and did not answer again.

The two sat quietly and drank tea, and they didn't see Li Meijun or Ling Hao coming down from the upstairs for a long time.

Nanyue was really a little hungry, and after drinking tea, he nibbled on two more dim sums.

The dim sum was very dry, and it was a little uncomfortable for South Vietnam.

Sheng Jingheng saw that she drank another cup of tea, and only barely swallowed, then took out a piece of chocolate and pushed it over: "Do you want to eat this?" ”

"Huh?" Nan Yue put down the teacup and smiled a little, "Does Mr. Sheng love chocolate so much?" ”

She doesn't like the bitterness of coffee, but she likes chocolate.

"Generally, occasionally for a pick-me-up." Sheng Jingheng said, as if talking to himself, "This tea can be sold in the store." ”

Nan Yue peeled off the chocolate package and replied, "Yes, it's the right time to drink this season." ”

The topic fell, and it was calm again.

As the night deepened, the wind became cooler.

The two of them hadn't come down yet, and they seemed to have endless words.

"Let's go inside." Sheng Jingheng stood up.

Nan Yue nodded, also meaning this, and then began to clean up.

Sheng Jingheng helped her take two cups of unfinished juice, and when they came out of the tea house together, the back of their hands touched slightly.

Nan Yue paused, waiting for him to walk in front before he followed.

The temperature on his hand was actually warm, just right and comfortable temperature, which made people want to touch it for longer.

She also thought that a person like him who was cold and lonely should also be cold.

And when it was time to eat, Li Meijun and Ling Hao came out of their respective rooms and went downstairs one after the other.

They didn't know that Nan Yue and Sheng Jingheng had been sitting outside, and they thought they were too cold and should have come in.

So I didn't mention it, but had dinner happily.

After a harmonious and peaceful night, the chef and the chef's assistant set off to buy groceries at just after seven o'clock.

South Vietnam, on the other hand, went downstairs at half past seven, rummaged through the refrigerator, and prepared to make breakfast.

"Good morning."

A low and hoarse voice came, and then, Sheng Jingheng walked in: "What can I do?" ”

He was wearing a loose white sweater, black pants, and his hair was brushed casually, and his tone was very natural, and he didn't say hello specifically.

Like, they've always been like that.

Nan Yue was stunned for a moment before replying, "Good morning, Teacher Sheng." ”

"There's toast, eggs, bacon, and milk, just make a little bit."

"Well, I'll fry the eggs." After Sheng Jingheng finished speaking, he took the refrigerator door from her hand, opened it wider, and took out a few eggs from it.

The two were so close that Nanyue could almost smell him, the faint scent of shower gel.

When Sheng Jingheng's hand was withdrawn, it even gently brushed her cheek.

He lowered his eyes, as if to see what else could be used in the refrigerator, and then took a large bottle of milk to her: "You go and heat it." ”

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^