It is said that if you sleep alone for a long time, you will no longer be used to sleeping with others, which is why many couples start to separate beds after a long time.

However, Wen Yihuan gradually began to get used to the feeling of waking up every night and being surrounded by Ye Nantian. He was half a head taller than Wen Yihuan, and it was inevitable that he would shrink a little when he slept on the narrow single bed, but he wrapped Wen Yihuan tightly in his arms like a pillow.

"Hmm......" She moved her head, and found that what she was pillow on had become Ye Nantian's arm, and the smell of fresh shower gel remained on her sleeve. At first, she didn't know why she woke up suddenly, until she noticed that the phone on the bedside was vibrating.

Wen Yihuan stretched out his arm to reach the mobile phone in his hand, and the moment he pressed it, Ye Nantian, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to be awakened by the light, he hummed, rubbed his eyes in a daze, and grabbed the mobile phone in Wen Yihuan's hand directly and stuffed it back under the pillow.

"Sleep well...... Don't play with your phone......" Ye Nantian seemed to be still half-asleep, muttering vaguely in his mouth, his fingers unconsciously interspersed between Wen Yihuan's slightly curly long hair, rubbing, and subconsciously sideways her face, imprinting a gentle, soothing kiss on his forehead.

As if soothed by such a warm and simple atmosphere, Wen Yihuan felt that her eyelids were very heavy, and she involuntarily fell into a deeper sleep together. Although she probably wouldn't remember such a kiss after dawn, at this moment, it really hypnotized her even deeper.

The deep and complete sleep made Wen Yihuan wake up immediately in the morning, at this time, the little milk dog had turned into a golden retriever, lying pitifully on the head of the bed, staring at Wen Yihuan with watery eyes without blinking.

"Did I wake up once last night......" Wen Yihuan stretched her arms a few times, and her chaotic brain, which had just woken up, immediately became clear and rational, she turned over and took out the mobile phone under the pillow, and swiped it a few times. The little milk dog lying on the side also ran over the quilt with some gossip, stretching out his head and watching together curiously.

It turned out to be a picture message sent by Han Cheng, and the time was half past three in the morning. Wen Yihuan opened the picture, and the loading icon gradually filled up, but it was a photo of Han Cheng.

The photo is clear and apparently taken with the rear lens. Han Cheng seemed to have drunk wine, his cold face was slightly red on weekdays, his eyes were closed, and he leaned on the soft bag that seemed to be a KTV, I don't know if he was asleep or just closing his eyes to recuperate. Han Cheng was wearing a dark purple shirt with an unbuttoned neckline that was loose and baggy, making him no longer look like a shrewd businessman, but an unruly prodigal. His tie was discarded and crumpled like a crumpled handkerchief.

But that's not where the weirdest thing is.

On the left side of his face, apparently a woman's lip print. In the dim light of the box, the plum-colored lip print seemed to shine with a faint polarized light, which was very eye-catching.

Such a message is sent, and the meaning is self-evident. It was impossible for Han Cheng to drink too much wine and send it to Wen Yihuan to see how ridiculous his nightlife was, it was all possible that it was the woman who left her lip prints who took the initiative to send it to provoke.

"Hmm......" Ye Nantian arched Wen Yihuan's arm with his head, although it was a milky temptation, he was shouting in his heart: Look, I have long wanted to tell you that Han Cheng is not a good person! Private life is extremely messy!

Wen Yihuan ignored Ye Nantian's movements, her fingers pressed on the screen, lit up repeatedly, and looked at the photo for a long time. There was no expected cuckolded anger in her heart, but an inexplicable emotion.

Han Cheng is a businessman who dominates the shopping mall, he is in the entertainment and media industry, some social entertainment is normal, and it is common to go to KTV to stay overnight until the early hours of the morning, Wen Yihuan has always retained the space and boundaries between the two, although their lives are very different.

Maybe it was just a joke, or maybe it was a deliberate provocation by a woman who coveted him while he was drunk and asleep, Wen Yihuan kept finding reasons for Han Cheng in her heart, she thought, the worst possibility is that Han Cheng really did such a thing, got drunk, and let a woman who drank together in a nightclub leave a mark on him.

While she was holding her phone in a daze, the screen lit up again.

It was Han Cheng's phone, and the mobile phone rang happily, but Wen Yihuan didn't seem to hear it, his fingertips were on the answer button, but he didn't press it for a long time.

"Wang!"

A dog's paw reached out in the air, and it pressed exactly on the hang-up button with great precision. Wen Yihuan looked back, only to see the two front paws of the little milk dog on her arms, successfully hung up the phone, and was wagging her tail triumphantly, as if even her fleshy butt was shaking together.

Don't pick it up! Don't give the scumbag a chance to explain! Ye Nantian hinted wildly with shining eyes.

"What's the trouble?" It's a pity that Wen Yihuan didn't receive it at all, she picked up the thick fur of the little milk dog, raised her eyebrows, bent her fingers, and flicked the black, wet nose with the same precision.