Chapter 67

Zhan Yu glanced at the two people who were concentrating on their study, turned around and called Su Qingge to help Xia Xi take a night off.

Su Qingge at the other end of the phone readily agreed that Zhan Yu would like to rebuild his grandson's teachings. He certainly wouldn't mind.

"Fight less, Xiao Xi, you have to worry more."

"Yes."

After hanging up, Zhan Yucai went to the next room, opened the video and held a transnational teleconference.

The room was quiet, only the sound of turning books and rustling writing.

The people in the house didn't know that at the moment, a private detective quietly climbed up a tree by the river, holding a camera and looking thievingly here.

At four o'clock in the morning, Xia Xi stretched and rubbed her sore neck.

Look at Ling Haotian next to him. His head is like a chicken pecking rice. It seems that he is going to sleep to death.

"Hey, go to bed when you're sleepy."

This private room has everything, not to mention the bed.

Ling Haotian tried to open his eyes: "no, no, I, I recite this page."

"Oh, I'll go to bed."

Xia Xi lay in bed. She was so sleepy that she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

In order to be afraid of sleeping, Ling Haotian got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. He pushed the door and came back. As soon as he looked up, he saw the sleeping face on the bed.

Xia Xi lies in the quilt, holds the quilt, and rubs her curly hair into a ball. Her delicate face is as clear as jade, and her slender eyelashes sprinkle a soft shadow. Her sleeping appearance is quiet and elegant, which is even more lovely than when she is awake!

I don't know why, Ling Hao Tianjun's face was slightly red. After thinking about it, he simply climbed into bed, pulled a quilt and slept next to Xia Xi.

On the contrary, they are all men anyway. They are harmful and shy!!!

Comforting himself in this way, he slowly closed his eyes.

The nose tip is filled with a faint sweet taste, which is the taste of Xia Xi.

Ah, it smells good. Boys still smell so good. No, but it smells good.

Soon, Ling Haotian went to sleep.

I don't know where, the sound of the camera clicked and soon quieted down again.

At seven in the morning, the door of the room was pushed open, and Zhan Yu came in slowly.

He is used to all night teleconferencing like this.

After I came in, I subconsciously looked at the tea table. The books were open. There was a mess everywhere, but the people disappeared.

Looking around, I found two sleeping people in bed.

The two people are very close. They are also very eye-catching teenagers, but Ling Haotian is taller and more masculine, and Xia Xi is like a small beautiful teenager, slender and soft. Even the exposed wrists are white and tender.

Zhan Yu looked at him quietly, from the young man's soft curly hair to the pink and full lips.

The sleeping position is very poor, lying on the ground and holding the quilt, but the shape of shrinking into a ball is somewhat soft, which makes people want to hold people in their arms and comfort them carefully.

Comfort?

At that moment, Zhan Yu was shocked by his idea. He subconsciously frowned and reached out to wake Ling Haotian.

"Well... Zhan Shao?"

"Go prepare for the MV and take her to the audition tomorrow."

An expressionless man with a consistent indifferent tone.

"Now?"

Ling Haotian rubbed his eyes in surprise. The wall clock in the room showed that the time was 7 a.m.

He just slept for two hours?

"Now, now, now."

“……”

Who provoked less war?