Qin Weizhou asked, "Where are you now?" ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve turned sideways, bit the quilt, and obediently told the truth, "At home, I will go to the crew tomorrow." ”

After hanging up the phone, Qin Weizhou glanced at the time, then glanced at the two rows of zombies who were still sitting stiffly in the conference room, one by one pretending to be watching their noses and noses, and spit out four words loudly, "The meeting continues." ”

……

Song Chinese New Year's Eve also glanced at the time after hanging up, it was only past nine o'clock, but he was so tired.

After going to the bathroom for a turn, Song Chinese New Year's Eve sat on the edge of the bed and blew her hair, still in a daze.

A mobile phone rang, and Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked down, his spirit suddenly returned, and his eyes narrowed.

"Hello?"

"On the afternoon of November 25, I dined at the Chuanyang Hotel."

"Can you find out the specific private room he booked?"

"Wait a minute."

There was the sound of tapping on the keyboard, Song Chinese New Year's Eve waited patiently, and after a while, the voice spoke, "7756"

"Thank you." Song Chinese New Year's Eve said.

After hanging up, she clenched her mobile phone, and then sent a message to Xu Baiqing, asking him if he had time on November 25 and invited him to dinner.

The person was added back in WeChat very early, and it was Xu Baiqing who stubbornly coaxed her.

Xu Baiqing replied: If you are free, I will please, it is rare that you will take the initiative to find me on Chinese New Year's Eve.

In fact, Xu Baiqing often sends her messages, he is not a particularly talkative person, but here on Song Chinese New Year's Eve, it seems to have unlocked the skill of chattering, but dialogue dialogue, a person's dialogue is not right, because Song Chinese New Year's Eve often ends the conversation hastily by seeing the news too late to sleep.

Got the answer, if you are free, Song Chinese New Year's Eve clicked on a software again, checked the reservation number of Chuanyang Hotel, and then called over, booked a private room, the seventh floor was full, Song Chinese New Year's Eve retreated and chose the sixth floor.

She replied to Xu Baiqing: It's already booked.

Xu Baiqing called over on a video call.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve was reluctant to expose the picture of the home to him, not at all, and pressed down the refusal and sent it: walking outside, wearing a mask, no headphones, and no aspects.

Xu Baiqing was a little regretful, but he didn't force it, after all, Song Chinese New Year's Eve plans to be an artist, and the more careful some places are, the better.

After a few words with him, Song Chinese New Year's Eve made an excuse to sleep, Xu Baiqing: Good night.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve: You too.

She deleted the previous call record, and then dried her hair seriously, her heart was a little heavy, maybe those people were born to make her feel bad, and she couldn't be happy when she mentioned it.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve put down the hair dryer, raised his hand to dim the light, and then buried the person in the quilt, rolled around again after a while, turned to the position where Qin Weizhou slept, took a deep breath, hugged the pillow and closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, when she was half-asleep and half-awake, Song Chinese New Year's Eve felt that someone was touching her face, and kissed her lips, but her eyes couldn't be opened.

The feeling disappeared for a moment, then it reappeared, and the man lifted the covers, picked her up, and took her into his arms.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve's hand felt the familiar temperature and couldn't help but entangle him, muttering: "Teacher Qin..."

Qin Weizhou kissed the ear bone of the person in his arms, and gently coaxed her, "Sleep." ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve moved his head, found the most comfortable position in his arms, and fell asleep deeply.