She put her phone aside and closed her eyes.

As soon as I fell asleep, the phone in my ear rang again.

Xia Wan'an frowned, raised his hand to cover his ears, and continued to sleep.

The phone kept ringing and there was no sign of stopping.

Xia Wan'an couldn't bear to sit up, and was so frightened that the little milk cat staring at her next to her meowed, and slipped under the sofa.

Xia Wan'an picked up the mobile phone, she was really too lazy to speak, with the resentment of being disturbed by her dreams, she angrily pressed off the phone, changed to a ringtone that was very suitable for her mood at this moment, and then turned the mobile phone to silent, and fell on the blanket of the little milk cat, holding the mobile phone Meng Zhou Gong.

…

In the same city, in a high-end community ten kilometers away, a man on the twenty-seventh floor saw that the phone was hung up, stared at the mobile phone screen for a few seconds, and then pressed the dial button.

After the phone was dialed, the original "beep-" sound inside became a cute and cute strange female voice: "I don't answer, I don't answer, I don't answer, I just don't answer your phone!" If you don't answer it, you won't answer it, you just won't answer your phone! I answer other people's calls, but I don't answer your calls! Whether you're in a hurry or not, I won't answer your call, I see how patient you are! No, no, no, no, lala~"

Han Jingnian thought that his mobile phone was broken, took it in front of him, stared at the screen for a while, and then raised the mobile phone to his ear as if he doubted life, only to hear it come again: "I don't answer, I don't answer, I don't answer, I just don't answer your call......"

…

The next day, Xia Lianghao woke up, the sun was shining outside the window, and it was already noon.

She habitually stretched and was about to sit up when a fleshy and hairy thing sped away from her.

She took a look at it, it was the little milk cat raised by Song Youman.

When she was full of sleep, she said hello to the little milk cat in a good mood: "Morning, little tissue." ”

The little tissue turned away from the big face and ignored the good night of the summer.

Xia Goodnight said "heh" and chose not to bother with a cat.

She stood up and was just about to go to the bathroom to wash up, when she saw that her clothes were covered with cat hair.

When she sleeps, do small tissues rub around on her?

Thinking about it, Xia Wannight glared angrily at the little tissue.

The little tissue looked like a defensive and an attack, staring at Xia Goodnight fiercely, constantly wagging her tail, as if she was proud of her masterpiece.

Xia Wan'an gritted her teeth and confronted the grinning little tissue for a while, and then took her mobile phone to the bathroom.

As she walked, she glanced down at her phone's screen.

One missed call, three unread text messages, and several unread WeChat.

Xia Wan'an clicked on text messages, clicked on WeChat, and then when she saw the missed call, she was stunned.

Han Jingnian...... Did he call her last night?

She clearly remembered that the last time he called her, it was two years ago, she had not married him, when she received his call, she was happy and nervous, and he on the other end of the phone, calm and cold, said: "I can marry you." ”