When he woke up from his dream in the middle of the night, Wen Cha broke out in a cold sweat.

After she went to the living room and poured herself a glass of water, she took out her mobile phone and called Chen Shuang.

originally thought that Chen Shuang would have fallen asleep a long time ago, but Chen Shuang picked it up quickly, almost less than three seconds after she called.

"What's wrong?" Chen Shuang's voice on the other end was very gentle, "Did you have a nightmare?" ”

Wen Cha coughed lightly, "No." ”

Chen Shuang was silent for a moment, "What about you?" ”

"I'd like to come over and see SpongeBob tomorrow."

The other end didn't speak, Wen Cha couldn't help frowning, "Can't you?" ”

Chen Shuang asked, "That's what you're calling?"

Wen Cha glanced at the time, it was already four o'clock in the morning, and it didn't seem humane to call at this time to talk about it.

"I just wanted to ask you if you have time, I have a few questions for you."

"Yes." Chen Shuang didn't think about it and said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow." ”

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Cha rubbed his face, feeling that he might have been stunned recently, and after a car accident, how to love to have some strange dreams.

It's like I've experienced it in my dreams, and it's fucked up.

She went to the bathroom to wash her face, opened Weibo and began to refresh the news.

The latest brush is the premiere promotion of "Glory of Daqi".

She gave Zhang Yiwen a thumbs up, and was about to read some other news when Zhang Yiwen called over.

"Xiao Gongju, you haven't slept so late?"

Wen Cha explained: "I've woken up from a sleep."

"I really envy you," Zhang Yiwen said with a little bitterness, "I'm still filming in other places." ”

Wen Cha blinked, "Which director is so tasteless, and he doesn't play at five o'clock in the morning?" ”

"Director Zhong," Zhang Yiwen said bitterly, "It's the most dedicated director Zhong Jin in the industry, who is in his fifties, and he is more active than us young people every day."

Wen Cha smiled, "Then you still don't thank Director Zhong for his dedication?" ”

"I want to thank you too," Zhang Yiwen yawned, "but after filming for several days at night, I'm really tired." ”

Wen Cha: "Then the day after tomorrow's "Best Partner" can still work?"

"Okay, why not?" Zhang Yiwen instantly came to his senses, and said excitedly: "I have recently exercised my muscles, abdominal muscles, chest muscles, humerus and leg muscles, and biceps, when the time comes, it will be a simple matter to pick you up from the car and wheelchair, don't you still believe in my boyfriend's strength?"

"Okay, okay," Wen Cha didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, "I'll talk about it then." ”

"Well, you go back to sleep, the patient sleeps more and moves less, and the wound heals quickly."

"Hmm."

As soon as the morning dawned, Chen Shuang opened the door of the room, intending to bring Wen Cha to the villa.

Wen Cha ran back with him energetically, and the little short legs were still sleeping in the nest panting.

Ryan brought breakfast to the table and asked her to go over to eat first, Wen Cha sat opposite Chen Shuang, and after eating with him, he told Ryan to go to the kitchen to make dog food for Little Short Legs, not to buy it, but to make it ready-made from beef.

Ryan really wants to remind Wen Cha that the little short legs are fat enough, and if he gets fat, I'm afraid he will become a pregnant woman.

Before he could speak, Chen Shuang glanced at him and asked you to go.

Ryan couldn't do anything, so he had to ask the cook to make the dog food.

After the little short leg woke up, he found Wencha in search of the taste, and when he saw the tragic situation of the owner paralyzed in the wheelchair, he screamed uncomfortably, and turned around Wencha several times in horror, before he stretched out his tongue in distress and wanted to lick the wound on Wencha's foot.

If it bleeds somewhere, licking it will be fine very quickly.

Wen Cha rubbed its head with a smile, "Don't worry, it'll be fine soon." ”

As she spoke, she wanted to pick up her little short legs, but Chen Shuang stretched out her hand to stop her, "Your leg is not good, don't hold it." ”

Wen Cha wanted to protest, but the little short leg didn't let her hug it, it lay at Wen Cha's feet with its body nested, looking at Wen Cha's feet with wet eyes, especially worried that it would cause trouble to its owner.

I had a dream last night, Wen Cha couldn't see such a small animal now, she decided to let Chen Shuang hold it, but Chen Shuang was unwilling.

Just kidding, he didn't want to raise such a thing, and he still hugged it? Think beautifully!

Warm tea: "......"

"I think it's better to let it go out and play on its own," Chen Shuang suggested: "It's fat now, and it's good to go out and lose weight."

Wen Cha was quite reluctant, she came today to contact the little short legs.

Chen Shuang: "There will be opportunities in the future, but your current health is inconvenient."

Wen Cha hung her head regretfully and decided to ignore Chen Shuang for the time being.

Fortunately, Ryan brought the hot dog food at this time, and Wen Cha was happy again, and took the dog food to feed the little short legs with great interest.

Chen Shuang looked at the little short legs wagging his tail, and his eyes were shining, he was angry, is this his family not this little traitor's family?

Little Short Legs and Wen Cha didn't notice him at all, and after eating the dog food, Wen Cha planned to play with Little Short Legs with toys.

Chen Shuang looked at the two of them happily, snorted coldly, snatched the little short-legged toy and threw it aside!

Play, play what to play.

As soon as the little short legs saw that the toy was gone, they angrily ran to Chen Shuang's leg and opened their mouths to bite his trouser leg, the big demon king was the worst! Hate him!

Wen Cha looked at Chen Shuang amusedly and reprimanded, "Why are you so naïve today?" ”

Immature?

Chen Shuang said that she was more naïve, early in the morning, before dawn, she called to ask for the news of the little short legs, is there anything more naïve?

Wen Cha: What does the "......" little short legs have to do with being naïve or not?

Chen Shuang: "I think you should be more concerned about other issues than sponges."

"For example?"

"For example, me."

Wen Cha was speechless, "Mr. Chen has so many people who care, is there one who cares about me?" ”

Chen Shuang: "......"

"There's always a way for you to sulk."

Wen Cha chuckled, "Okay, I apologize to you, whether it was yesterday or today, I apologize to you." ”

Chen Shuang frowned: "Why apologize?"

Wen Cha: "It's a loss."

Chen Shuang turned her head to look at her, and expressed doubts about her statement that she was at a loss, when did she know that she had been at a loss?

Wen Cha couldn't get what he was thinking at all, and said, "Come here today, in addition to looking at the little guy, I have a question I want to ask you."

"What's the problem?"

"SpongeBob SquarePants is the one you named the little one?"

"It's not."

Wen Cha touched his nose, "So what is?" ”

"Hu Ji's sister obtained." Chen Shuang said in a low voice: "When she was a child, she liked to watch SpongeBob SquarePants and wanted to raise a short-legged dog, so she planned to give it this name."

Wen Cha's face was slightly stagnant, and she said with difficulty, "I don't know, is she still alive?" ”

Chen Shuang lowered her eyes, and her hot gaze fell heavily on her face, "She's here." ”

Wen Cha laughed dryly, "I thought Hu Ji was lying to me." ”

"He doesn't lie," Chen Shuang whispered, "Me too."