After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather began to get cooler day by day.

The end of the month has arrived.

Bai Wanwan's least favorite thing is the end of the month, all the work began to pile up overwhelmingly, workers' wages and bonuses, suppliers' lease fee applications, the superintendent's office metering, and other odd and miscellaneous totals, which are overwhelming.

Fuel tickets.

Material tickets.

Tickets are available at the cafeteria.

Meal expense reimbursement ticket.

Sun Cong'an.

Ah, no, it should be "Manager Sun's catering expense reimbursement form for the staff of the director's office".

Busy until late at night, Bai Wanwan habitually fiddles with his mobile phone a few times before going to bed.

A while ago, the company set up a new WeChat group for each project department, a group of leaders of the head office, and an independent group for each department.

Bai Wanwan's WeChat friends are full of WeChat for all the staff of the project department.

She brushed the circle of friends for a while, and happened to see Liang Zitan's hometown food Jiugongge, looking at the spicy mix and fried chicken rack with attractive red oil on it.

Bai Wanwan's brain twitched, and the ghost turned to Sun Cong'an's WeChat and sent a message: Do you know how to make spicy mix? The kind with sesame sauce?

After sending it, the next second, I felt that these two sentences were weird, and I reacted after realizing it, how could someone send a message in the middle of the night to find someone else to cook for him, and hurriedly clicked to cancel it.

After the revocation, I felt that the information had been sent anyway, and then I took it back, which seemed to be a bit of a snake.

So I sent it again.

Unexpectedly, a few seconds later, Sun Cong'an replied to WeChat: [Don't send it anymore, I see it.] 】

“。。。。。。”

I slipped my hand and almost smashed my phone in the face, but fortunately I was able to dodge quickly.

Bai Wanwan turned over, lay on the pillow, and exhaled heavily, hesitating for a long time and not knowing what to reply.

Completely ignoring the fact that there is actually a "blind eye" method.

[I didn't eat at night, and I was a little hungry. 】

Finally came up with a justified reason.

Sun Cong'an: [How hungry? 】

Bai Wanwan felt that she was being ridiculed.

[I'm not hungry either.] Bai Wanwan replied: [Sleepy, sleepy. 】

Tsk, the tone is perfect.

Unconsciously began to wait for Sun Cong'an's next news, yawned, and the other party sent a voice.

The duration is short, only three seconds.

Bai Wan nodded late and put it close to his ear.

"I have hot and sour noodles in the cabinet in my bedroom, and the spare key is on the door frame, so let's boil water and eat it myself." Sun Cong'an's voice was even more hoarse and magnetic after being wrapped in the voice program, and his own transparent voice became a lazy bass after being depressed: "I will go back to the company for a meeting tomorrow and come back next Monday, you take care of yourself these days, be good." ”

The last two words were extremely soft, like a whisper of desire and rejection from the tip of the tongue, and the tail note did not even fall with real weight, and a trace of smoke dissipated.

Bai Wanwan's hand holding the phone became unstable in an instant.

She clicked on the blank input box, and after popping out of the pinyin keyboard, she didn't know where to start.

She turned the chat interface off and reopened it, her palms getting hotter and hotter for some reason, and her arms warmed up along with her.

Bai Wanwan was stunned for a moment and pressed the lock screen, and her vision instantly went black, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

But the temperature on his body did not subside, but continued to spread from his arms and condense in his chest.

Bai Wanwan heard a "buzzing" sound, a roar coming from his ears.

She lay on the bed and didn't move, her heart was full of something, and even the feeling of hunger disappeared.