The other party didn't reply for a long time, Luo Ying turned off WeChat, clicked on the mobile phone address book, and swiped back and forth, there were not many people in the address book, only the parents of the original owner, Song Xuran and today's new Xiaowu.

She opened WeChat and sent another message to the unfamiliar avatar.

"If you don't speak, I'll delete my friends."

After waiting for five minutes, no one replied, so Luo Ying turned off her phone and put it on the bedside table. I turned on the light, lay down under the covers, and rolled over and over several times.

After a while, Luo Ying opened her eyes suddenly, touched the mobile phone next to her, clicked on the mobile phone address book, and added three A's in front of Song Xuran's remarks before locking the screen again.

Song Xuran looked at the two messages in WeChat in the hotel, frowning, and a trace of helplessness flashed on his face.

He opened the address book, found the first number in the address book, and dialed it out.

The mobile phone rang with a ding, Luo Ying grabbed the phone, looked at the caller, silently counted down five in her heart, and then picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Luo Ying's voice on the other side of the phone was sweet and soft, and Song Xuran couldn't help but have a smile on her face.

"Did you sleep?" Song Xuran's voice carried a hint of tenderness.

"Just slept, what's wrong?" Luo Ying turned on the bedside lamp, a gentle light poured down, she sat up, leaning on the head of the bed.

"I'm so tired from work, I miss you." Song Xuran made up nonsense, "I still have several reports to read, and I have lost my hair recently." ”

"Then you should read a few reports and give them to others. It's important to take care of your body, you're so old that you need to start taking care of yourself. Otherwise, I'll ask my aunt to cook you a healthy porridge tomorrow. Luo Ying picked her fingers.

"You say I'm old? Why is it so big? Song Xuran pretended to have a threatening tone, how could he think that his 28-year-old self was just right for 20-year-old Luo Ying.

"Bah, you're not old at all, you're always eighteen, you're eighteen and a man."

Song Xuran smiled so much that the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were stretched, and his face unconsciously had a hint of bright color.

As soon as the bathroom door clicked, Liang Xuan put on a silver pajama and stood at the door of the bathroom at a loss.

"I'm still the kind I said on Weibo, cough." He coughed lightly, "Where's the little milk dog." ”

"Hahahahaha." Luo Ying let out a burst of laughter, and her feet shook unconsciously, "Yes, yes, yes, you are a little milk dog, Wangwang." ”

"Okay, I still have a few reports to read, you have to be obedient and go to bed early, good." Song Xuran's expression was relaxed, and his voice was deep and low, like a bell ringing.

Liang Xuan looked at Song Xuran, who had a gentle face, and felt very different from the Song President he originally knew. She thought that Song Xuran was the kind of elite who was quiet, but she didn't expect that this person also had such a gentle side, which made people fall silent.

I don't know who the person on the phone is, Liang Xuan couldn't help but feel a little jealous, who doesn't want to be cared about by such a shining man, even if it's her.

"Okay, good night." Luo Ying waved her hand, although the person on the other side of the phone couldn't see it, "Rest early, President Song." ”

"You hang up first." Song Xuran kissed the phone.

"Okay, goodbye husband." Luo Ying hung up the phone and lay back on the bed, which was particularly easy to fall asleep this time.