The next morning, South Vietnam jumped over the cultivation directly, washed and changed clothes, and went downstairs to the opposite door.

Sheng Jingheng also just came out from home, dressed in sportswear, his hair was shaped with water at will, pulled to one side and showed his full forehead.

Sunny and handsome.

Only she could see such a scene with her own eyes. Just thinking about it, she felt very proud.

Nanyue couldn't help laughing and stood outside the hospital waiting for him: "good morning, Mr. Sheng."

"Good morning."

They don't need to run elsewhere. It's enough to run around the villa area.

The morning in early October was very refreshing. When they came back from running, they were no different, just like going for a walk.

Mo Lvlv, who just got up and was about to water several pots of plants on the terrace, saw Nam Yue running back and subconsciously wanted to ask her what she wanted to eat in the morning.

But before he made a sound, he saw South Vietnam waving to her, and then directly followed Shengjing Heng into the villa opposite the door.

Mo Lulu opened his mouth, then closed it again. He couldn't help taking out his microblog on his mobile phone and clocked in on time.

Then he made up a half true and half false story and fed sugar to his good sisters.

After several years of powder age, a pair of CP will finally come true, which can be regarded as the perfection of powder health.

After drinking a long lost latte, South Vietnam also waited for Sheng Jingheng to make breakfast for her, took her mobile phone, put it on the microblog with a trumpet, and signed in one after another in several super words.

After all, it's an international flight. The flight time starts in 12 hours. In addition, the weather is not particularly good. There will certainly be delays. It should be a domestic tomorrow when landing.

She has to sleep on the plane and adjust her jet lag.

Just after entering Sheng Jingheng's super words, I saw a high-level station sister who sent a group of Airport Photos of Sheng Jingheng yesterday.

There is also a sentence added - there will be good news in October. Please look forward to it.

Nanyue subconsciously opened a big picture, read it one by one, saved several to the cloud disk, and found that sentence.

She was slightly stunned and subconsciously raised her eyes to see the man making breakfast.

Does he have any big work this month?

However, his work arrangements have always been confidential, and no one around him will spread them.

And I didn't say a word to her.

That's other good news?

Nanyue wanted to ask him, but on second thought, he gave up. He thought, he'd better wait for him to tell himself in person.

Like her, she always tells him about good and bad things.

It's always her. It seems a little unfair for her to ask.

When Sheng Jingheng finished the breakfast and brought it up, she saw Nanyue looking at him with leisure, as if she had something to say, but soon she focused on the breakfast.

In addition to the food, Sheng Jingheng baked cookies for her to eat on the plane.

With sweets, South Vietnam will not pay attention to fairness and injustice, and the unknown good news will be forgotten first.

Sheng Jingheng doesn't like sweetness very much. He just sits quietly opposite and drinks his bitter black coffee.

When they eat, they are not used to talking more.

After eating, Sheng Jingheng asked her, "just now, what did you want to ask me?"

"Yes," South Vietnam nodded calmly, "but now I don't want to ask."

Sheng Jingheng gave a meal and then said, "I see."

I hope he really knows.

Nanyue smiled, looked at the time on the mobile phone, and got up and said, "I'm ready to go."

From here to the airport, you almost have to cross the whole city of a, so you have to leave at least three hours in advance.

When Sheng Jingheng sent her to the door, Nanyue remembered another thing, turned to him, and replied seriously: "I was really angry that night, but not because of what you did, but because of something else."