Ning Meng was a little confused.

In her impression, Huo Beichen belonged to the retro faction, and this suddenly came to an Internet trendy term, and she couldn't figure out his mood for a while.

So, she asked tentatively: [Your phone was stolen? 】

Huo Beichen: [No]

Ning Meng: ...... I felt the cold breath through the screen.

It must be because I just talked to the little milk dog and ignored him!

Ning Meng hurriedly typed: [How can it have nothing to do with me~ If you don't sleep, I can't be quiet. 】

Huo Beichen: [?] 】

Ning Meng: [My heart is with you. 】

Then, the other party was in the process of typing, and did not reply to the message for a long time.

Ning Meng was stunned, did she dislike today's rainbow fart?

in the hotel.

Huo Beichen's eyes stared at the sentence "How can it have nothing to do with me", and he was speechless for a long time.

The temptation was validated.

She really knew what "the rain girl has no melon" meant.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly reached out and covered his face.

I want to cry, and I want to laugh.

……

Huo Beichen sorted out his emotions, and it was already half an hour later.

He looked at his phone and silently typed two words: [Good dream. 】

The woman should have fallen asleep and did not reply.

Looking at the last love sentence to the scum, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, but the tails of his eyes were faintly red.

Swindler.

That night, he had insomnia and sat on the couch, tossing and turning.

Early in the morning, the mobile phone vibrated a little, but the person who hadn't slept all night was very energetic, he picked up the mobile phone for the first time, it was the girl's news: [Morning, husband~]

Huo Beichen: [Morning, did you sleep well? 】

Ning Meng: [Of course it's good, because I have you in my dreams.] 】

The corners of Huo Beichen's cold lips were hooked again.

Familiar recipes, familiar tastes.

After mentioning it all night, I finally let go.

After sleeping, she is still her, not gone, not gone.

-

Forced to open early in the morning, Ning Meng had a lotus tongue and coaxed Huo Beichen to feel comfortable, and then got up.

After washing, he was about to paint quietly, but he received a call from Lin Qingbei's agent: "Mr. Ning, today is the day when Lin Qingbei went to the show to record tidbits and choose songs." ”

Ning Meng had already set up the drawing board and picked out the color, "Record!" ”

Could it be that Su Tiantian can still openly do any sabotage?

Just thinking about it, I heard the agent's voice: "My wife's amniotic water broke early in the morning, and she was about to give birth, I ......"

Ning Meng: ??

She suddenly said: "Then you go to the hospital, don't stare at it." ”

The agent continued: "Lin Qingbei participated in a variety show for the first time, and everyone present was bigger than him, I didn't go, I was afraid that something would happen, no one had the right to make decisions, and I couldn't stop the scene." ”

Lin Qingbei is just an artist in the company, and it is not good for him to come forward by himself in case of trouble, and if the assistant goes to negotiate with the program team, his identity is indeed not enough.

Ning Meng was fine anyway: "Okay, I understand, I'll go." ”

"I thank Mr. Ning for my wife!"

“……”

Ning Meng drove to the program group, and after asking the staff for the pass, she went to the backstage of the contestants to find Lin Qingbei.

Tomorrow there will be a performance on this stage, which will be broadcast live and voted on online. At this moment, the seven big names are in their respective rooms, choosing songs with the director, and they are going to set songs to play today.

Before Ning Meng found Lin Qingbei's room, she was the first to see Su Tiantian's room.

When she walked in front of her door, the door of the room was pushed open, and Su Tiantian walked out surrounded by everyone.