Meng Yingning didn't remember when she fell asleep. When she woke up, she was on the bed. The sky outside the window was white with fish belly, and a small crack was opened in the window, and the birds were screaming crisply.

There are breakfast on the small streets downstairs of the old residential area. The street is full of snacks from beginning to end. The morning market starts preparing from four to five in the morning. You can vaguely hear shouts.

Chen Wang's bed was too hard. When she got up, she realized that there was an extra quilt under her body than when she woke up last night.

No wonder I feel much softer when I fall asleep than before.

Meng Yingning turned over and got out of bed, opened the bedroom door gently, and walked into the living room.

Before the sun could climb up, the whole house was quiet, and the man was lying on the sofa, and the person looked very sleeping.

He was a very big one, the sofa was too small, his legs were slightly bent, his arms drooped along the edge of the sofa, and his fingertips touched the ground.

With his head tilted, the lines on his side face are three-dimensional and profound, and half of his face is hidden in the dim shadow.

Meng Yingning stepped on the floor barefoot carefully, trying to get closer, but just took two steps, Chen Wang suddenly opened his eyes.

He didn't look like he had just fallen asleep, his eyes were cold and his eyes raised.

Meng Yingning still kept the posture of walking one leg, with her toes on her toes and just stopped there, which should look a bit funny.

Chen Wang looked at her.

She stiffened for two seconds, closed her legs, lowered her arms, and stood at the door of the bedroom.

"Have you woke up this time?" Chen Wang asked.

"I woke up," Meng Yingning stepped on her toes and curled up. She raised her eyes and looked at the watch hanging on the wall, "Are you not sleeping?"

"I'm asleep," Chen Wang sat up from the sofa and grabbed a handful of hair with one hand. He has been back for several months, and his hair has grown a lot, and now it has reached a length that has never been in ten years. The ends of the hair scratched the eyebrows, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. "I woke up when I heard you come out."

“…”

She felt that when she came out, there was almost no sound, and she didn't even hear it herself.

"Then you go into the house," Meng Yingning was quite embarrassed after taking up other people's bed all night. She yawned through the living room, walked to the window and looked down, "Or do you want to have breakfast? After eating, go back to the house to sleep for a while."

"I won't sleep anymore," Chen Wang stood up and kicked the slippers beside the coffee table to her feet, "put it on."

Meng Yingning obediently put on her shoes, and she got bigger and kicked and stomped.

She sat on the handrail of the coffee table, swaying her legs, and suddenly remembered: "Chen Wang, I'm going to work today, I haven't asked for leave yet."

Chen Wang took a look at the time, and it was five minutes or so short: "Now?"

Meng Yingning didn't react and he was referring to the time issue and responded: "Well, but I don't have a cell phone now."

The bag, the keys and other things at home were still there. Chen thought of it. She hung her head and felt a little painful when she thought of buying a new phone.

A huge sum of money.

Chen Wang pulled out his cell phone from the jacket hanging on the backrest of the sofa and threw it to her, and walked into the bathroom: "Phone mine first."

He said and closed the bathroom door. After a while of silence, Meng Yingning heard a very subtle sound of water.

It's quite long.

“…”

Can you pee low-key?!

Can you still hear the sound insulation of your old house is so bad when you close the door?

Meng Yingning was so blushed that she almost jumped up from the sofa. She carried the handrail and turned around, climbed onto the sofa to pick up her phone. When she picked it up, she heard the sound of the bathroom door being pulled up, followed by a rafting sound.

Chen Wang’s mobile phone has no password. After Meng Yingning opened it, she wanted to make a call, but she remembered that it was too early and it was not suitable.

She clicked on WeChat and thought about sending Li Huan a WeChat message.

Clicking in was Chen Wang's WeChat. The interface was so clean that there was basically no dialog box at all. There were only two or three people in total, and there were not even any notes. Meng Yingning recognized the first one with his avatar and was Jiang Ge. There were thirteen red circles of messages, and the latest sentence was just four words and one punctuation: [Brother Bu Wang?]

Meng Yingning didn't click on it, and saw that the one below was her.

Your Yingning.

She couldn't help but pursed her lips secretly, wanted to laugh, and quit Chen Wang's WeChat, and then logged onto her own.

I just didn't read it all night, and a lot of messages popped up on WeChat, including colleagues, friends, chatting, and work matters. I made several appointments to film. Lu Zhihuan asked her if she wanted to come out to play this weekend, and when will Chef Mo have time to make an appointment with her, and to try out the makeup and style of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio: Yingning".

Meng Yingning first found the WeChat message of the supervisor Li Huan. Without further details, she casually asked for a reason that she rode a yellow bike out to buy midnight snacks at night and ended up in a car accident. She took a few days off and then dealt with the matter of making-up tests.

Chef Mo replied in seconds: [Is it serious? Is it important? Where is it hurt?]

Meng Yingning was a little surprised. The three heavy question marks made her feel a little moved while she was surprised.

Meng Yingning didn't expect Mo Bei to care so much about her safety.

Meng Yingning held the phone devoutly and replied: [It's nothing big, I'm hurting my arm.]

Meng Yingning: [Thank you, Teacher Mo for your concern! Touched!]

When she called her, Mo Bei also sent a sentence, and the screen popped up almost at the same time: [It's not hurting your face, if you hurt your face now, I wouldn't have time to find a model temporarily.]

Meng Yingning: “…”

Mo Bei: "…"

Mo Bei may not have expected that Meng Yingning would be moved with real feelings, and he could feel the embarrassment that was about to overflow through the screen.

Sure enough, Mo Bei stopped talking. After a long time, he sent an OK gesture.

After almost all the WeChat reply, Chen Wang happened to come out of the bathroom. Meng Yingning heard the sound while typing. As soon as he looked up, he saw him wearing long trousers and his upper body came out of the bathroom with his naked upper body. The water droplets rolled down along the neckline.

Meng Yingning grabbed the phone and was stunned for a moment, then threw the phone aside, buried her head in the pillow, revealing only a pair of bright eyes outside: "Can you put on a dress?"

Chen Wang looked calm: "I forgot to take it."

"Then call me, I can help you take what you want to change and put it at the door," Meng Yingning covered her mouth in the pillow, her voice muffled.

"Oh," Chen Wang was walking towards the bedroom. Hearing this, he turned around and smiled, "Can you get all the changes for me?"

Meng Yingning was about to say otherwise.

After thinking about what was inside the change, my ears began to get hot.

Now even his eyes were covered in the back of the pillow: "You go and wear it quickly!"

Chen Wang laughed, stopped teasing her, and turned around and entered the bedroom.

A few minutes later, he came out with a black t-shirt and saw Meng Yingning still lying on the sofa without moving. He looked a little sleepy and walked over and knocked her head with his hands down: "Go and wash up, then go downstairs to buy breakfast from me, and then go to bed after eating."

Meng Yingning did want to take a shower. She felt that she had rolled in the mud yesterday and was smelly now, but she had no clothes to change.

So he sat up, looked up at him, and honestly said, "I have no clothes to change."

Chen Wang glanced at her, then went back to the bedroom, carried a set of clothes and threw them into her arms.

Meng Yingning shook open.

It is a set of black men's pajamas, cotton, has a good feel and looks very new, with a light woody smell that has been put in the closet for a long time.

Meng Yingning looked up suspiciously: "Is this your pajamas?"

Chen Wang: "Or it's yours?"

"You still have pajamas," Meng Yingning was shocked. She had no impression of Chen Wang's appearance in pajamas. This person seemed to have always been in a T-shirt or vest at home. "Have you worn this set?"

"No," Chen Wang raised his eyebrows, "What kind of pajamas are you wearing? The girls are chirping."

The idea is very straight and rough.

Meng Yingning was speechless, held her clothes and stood up to the bathroom, while whispering: "If you wear pajamas, you will call me mother, and you will be naked and you will be a hooligan."

She took a comfortable bath, and Meng Yingning didn't expect Chen Wang to have exquisite things like conditioner. After all, she was a person who felt like she was wearing pajamas. She put on his black pajamas, which was very big. Her legs and cuffs were thick and folded a lot before revealing her insteps and hands.

The black look made her skin look white and transparent, and the buttons were still big to the top of the neckline. Chen Wang glanced at it.

After washing, she felt sleepy again. Meng Yingning rubbed her eyes. Before she could speak, Chen Wang pulled a big coat and wrapped her tightly, and then took her out to buy breakfast.

"Can't you buy it yourself? I'm still wearing pajamas." Meng Yingning said reluctantly when she went downstairs.

"Just downstairs, very close, waiting for me next to you?" After yesterday's incident, Chen Wang couldn't let her leave her radius for more than five minutes. "Soy milk fried dough sticks or soy juice burnt circle?"

"Everything is OK..." Meng Yingning followed him with her head down. She didn't wear underwear, and she just hung up her empty clothes and was a little uncomfortable going out.

She pulled Chen Wang's big jacket on her body, zipped her head to her head, and hid her chin in.

The breakfast shop is indeed close, and it probably takes less than ten minutes to buy it. Chen Wang bought a lot of them, steamed buns, steamed dumplings, butter, fried cakes, soy milk and fried dough sticks, and went home to pile up a coffee table.

Meng Yingning was eating slowly. After Chen Wang finished eating, she had half a bowl of soy milk left, and slowly biting the pork buns there.

Chen Wang stretched out his long legs, took over his phone, and clicked it on and took a look.

When the screen lights up, Meng Yingning’s WeChat interface is displayed.

She probably used it to forget to exit, and the screen stayed in her own circle of friends interface.

Chen Wang originally wanted to quit, but his fingers were moved. He glanced at him and just glanced at him and saw a photo of her.

Meng Yingning hasn't posted it on Moments for a long time. She has opened something for three days, which has led to Chen Wang's fact that every time he sees her Moments, he is very clean.

Chen Wang paused, pointed his finger at the screen and pulled it down.

He actually just wanted to see her photos.
To be continued...