After washing, Wen Xia went to the master bedroom on the first floor to find the man who was said to be unable to sleep without her.

As soon as she entered, she asked him, "Big man, how did you fall asleep before?" ”

Mu Han was full of joy and waited for the heart thief to continue stealing his heart, he was very happy anyway.

He smiled when he heard the door pushed, and was about to get out of bed, but she asked.

Isn't that choking?

He said that he couldn't sleep without her now, and he didn't say that he couldn't sleep without her before......

He was silent for a few seconds, sat on the bed and looked at her, his eyes were a little sad, like an abandoned concubine who had been forgotten by the king, and finally looked forward to the king, but what he was waiting for was not grace, but ...... Doubts and disgust.

For a moment, Wen Xia was flustered by those eyes, and felt that she was not human.

"I was wrong," she opened her mouth and confessed, crawling onto the bed, pulling the air conditioner over their laps, "I'll put you to sleep." ”

"You're right," he said, hugging her and lying down, putting her arm under his neck for the first time, gently resting on it, "I was wrong. ”

"What's wrong?"

"Too much to say."

She didn't say anything, because she could see that he had not rested enough during this time, although he looked as usual and was always full of energy, she thought about it with her toes and knew that he spent all his time with her, and the people and things that originally occupied his time would definitely not be left behind.

Kissing him on the forehead, she said, "Do you want to sing to lull you to sleep?" ”

"No," he said, pulling her arm out and putting his own under her neck, he put his arm around her and lay on her side, "Are you tired?" Do you want me to press it for you? ”

"No, I've moved my muscles and bones in the shower."

He looked straight at her, his throat itching slightly: "I have a picture in front of me......"

"Sleep!" She scolded sharply, and she didn't dare to drive with him in a special period.

In a daze, she remembered that his grandmother had told him to come home for dinner tomorrow, and wanted to ask him if he couldn't bear to disturb his rest because his breathing was gradually smoothing out.

A good night's sleep, Wen Xia is looking forward to tomorrow, isn't it just that we can't have dinner together, and there is a whole day to date!

Originally, she was in a special period, and she couldn't spend the Spring Festival with him!

When she woke up, Wen Xia took her phone to check the time and found that her phone was bombarded with messages.

First WeChat, a request from Jiang Yang to add, and then a new group created by my father, Qin Weiran @ her, asking her to go up the mountain to see the scenery.

followed by a transfer blessing from Muyang, 999 yuan, and then a red envelope of 199.99 yuan from He Xiaoxiao, and her parents asked her to eat together at night.

Wen Xia accepted the money and recited silently: "I fell in love, and the red envelope became smaller." ”

Last year's 520, Muyang, who was crying poor, also transferred 6666 to her, and Sister Xiaoxiao also transferred 5200, but this year it was less than four figures.

Poor, pitiful, the big guy is so rich, why didn't he send her a 520?

Looking up at the bedroom, there was no trace of Mu Han, Wen Xia was not in a hurry, got up slowly and washed, and then went to the second floor to change clothes.

As soon as I entered the cloakroom, I saw a bouquet of pink roses, an oversized bouquet, which directly blocked everyone.

"How many?" She looked at the delicate pink beauty, and she liked it very much, but her mouth asked something that was not romantic.

Mu Han couldn't help laughing, hugged the heavy bouquet with one hand, and grabbed her waist with the other, took her to the dresser in the cloakroom, and whispered: "When I waited for you, I counted it three times, and I was sure that it was 99." ”

She hugged the flower and sniffed it gently, "This is the first time I have received roses, I like it very much, thank you for sending me such beautiful flowers, I am very happy." ”

He was surprised: "For the first time? ”

"Yes, roses can't be harvested indiscriminately."

"You're right, you can't take it indiscriminately, and you can't give it away. Coincidentally, it was also the first time I sent roses. ”