Wen Ting: Did you sleep?

Without thinking about it, he threw his phone aside, not ready to reply.

Ding Dong –

There was another WeChat prompt sound, and I picked it up casually and took a look.

Wen Ting: I know you didn't sleep, let's talk?

Vivian: How do you know?

Wen Ting: You look down from your balcony.

With some doubts, Wen Yi pulled the bath towel in his right hand and leaned on the balcony to look down.

The car that took her home was still parked downstairs, and a figure leaned in front of the car, which was very noticeable under the street lamp.

Quickly pressed the keyboard of the mobile phone with one hand and replied.

Vivian: Why haven't you left yet?

Wen Ting: I miss you.

Vivian: [speechless]

Wen Ting: I miss you

A bunch of stars floated down the warm screen, and I just felt very strange.

Vivian: How does this work?

Wen Ting: You can also send a [I miss you] and you will have it

Wen Yi sent it without thinking about it.

Vivian: I miss you

A bunch of stars floated down the screen, and she happily leaned her back against the balcony railing, and her hands began to type quickly.

Vivian: It's fun, how do you know!

Vivian: Anything else?

Wen Ting: No, I only know this one.

Wen Ting lowered his head and looked at the dialog box on his phone, and he couldn't hide his smile. This was told to him by Zhang Tezhu.

Today, Zhang Tezhu secretly poked and poked to send him a I miss you to him, and he was a little confused at the time.

Then I saw the little stars falling on the screen, and Zhang Tezhu added a sentence 'This is a flirting skill', and I understood.

In the face of Zhang Tezhu's hard work, Wen Ting smiled and used it unequivocally.

At this time, it played a role, and I also gained a warm sentence [I miss you], and I felt more and more that Zhang Tezhu was really easy to use. But it's true that I've only learned this one, I don't know if there are others, so I'll ask Zhang Tezhu another day.

Wen Yi held his mobile phone and turned around and glanced at Wen Ting downstairs again, as if he felt it, he raised his head and looked up at Wen Yi.

It was really Wen Yi's floor that was too high to look closely, and she felt that he seemed to raise his head as well, and she retracted and turned back against the railing.

With a flush, he pressed his phone and sent a message.

Vivian: Okay, aren't you going back yet?

Wen Ting: Just go back.

Wen Yi didn't reply anymore, and Wen Ting drove away as he said. Looking at the cars and figures disappearing under the street lights, I was stunned.

A cold wind blew, and a layer of goosebumps aroused on his body before he reacted, reached out and rubbed his cold arms, and went back to the house.

When I got into the soft quilt and prepared to sleep, my phone vibrated again.

Wen Ting: Good night.

For some reason, there was sweetness in her heart, and she didn't bother to think about it, so she threw her phone aside and buried herself in sleep.