Life is still going on, Zhan Moming still goes out every day, and Cheng Qinqin is still sitting in the room in a daze.

This morning, after Cheng Qinqin woke up, she was surprised to find that the door was not locked, she walked into the living room and glanced around, it turned out that Zhan Moming did not go out.

waited until the afternoon, Zhan Moming still did not leave the room.

Hungry and growling, Cheng Qinqin rummaged in the refrigerator for a long time, but couldn't find anything to eat.

In the past few months, Zhan Moming has been cooking, and she is the one who eats.

Cheng Qinqin tiptoed to the door of Zhan Moming's room, leaning on the door and listening carefully to the movement inside.

It's quiet, there is no sound, is Zhan Moming still sleeping, shouldn't he, he has never been a person who can lazy bed, on the contrary, in the past few years, because of the poor quality of sleep, he has always had the habit of getting up early.

Cheng Qinqin turned on the TV in the living room to the loudest sound, but Zhan Moming still didn't respond, Cheng Qinqin felt that something was not quite right, she gently pushed open Moming's door, and a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol came to her face, choking her so much that she couldn't help coughing, the curtains had not been opened in the dim room, and it was vaguely visible that there was a person lying on the bed.

"Mo Ming?" Cheng Qinqin called in a low voice.

No response......

Cheng Qinqin walked quickly to Zhan Moming's side, bowed down, and found that his eyes were closed tightly and his cheeks were a little flushed.

Cheng Qinqin hurriedly stretched out his hand to test the temperature of his forehead, and sure enough, he had a fever.

Cheng Qinqin was just about to withdraw her hand and go to get the antipyretics, but Zhan Moming suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, and when he turned around, he pressed under him.

"Yiying...... My Yiying ......" Zhan Moming was still in a nightmare, and he didn't wake up, and his tender eyes pierced Cheng Qinqin's heart deeply.

She can stand his roughness, but she can't stand him treating herself as someone else.

"Zhan Moming, you get up, I'm not your Qin Yiying!" Cheng Qinqin desperately broke free, but the disparity in strength was huge, and instead of being pushed away, Zhan Moming had already begun to kiss her frantically.

Cheng Qinqin, who couldn't bear it, slapped Zhan Moming hard, and screamed hoarsely: "Zhan Moming, you open my eyes for me to see clearly, I am Cheng Qinqin, not Qin Yiying." Your Qin Yiying is dead and will never come back! ”

Zhan Moming didn't hear Cheng Qinqin's cry, and muttered to himself: "Yiying is good, I will be gentle." ”

Cheng Qinqin smiled bitterly, slowly closed her eyes, like a puppet, and chose to bear it silently.