That night, Su Wantong couldn't sleep.

Even if there is sleeping milk, her mood is still not calm.

On the other side, after returning to the hotel across the street, Ling Wanxing sat alone in the living room and couldn't sleep at night.

I don't know if his behavior tonight makes Wan Tong feel uncomfortable or disgusted.

If you don't see her for half a year, it's hard to avoid the complex feeling of being familiar and strange when you meet her again.

Ling Wanxing looked down at the cigarette on his fingertips, and the light of the fire went out clearly, just like his mood, ups and downs.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Su Wantong stands in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looking at himself with a tired look, and can't help laughing at himself.

Maybe I haven't seen you for a long time, so after the meeting, the silent heart will recover uncontrollably.

She raised her finger and touched the corner of her eye. She was still in her forties, and her smooth skin was stained with wrinkles.

Su Wan Tong stupidly looked at the half pay, a little eyebrow sigh, then began to clean up.

About half an hour later, she changed into a women's winter tweed suit and a black coat style Cape. She looked in the mirror and walked to the door.

At the moment of opening the door, Su Wan Tong slowly raised his eyes and was stunned in a moment!

At the window sill of the corridor, Ling Wanxing is leaning on one side and making a low voice phone call.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, he glanced slightly at the phone, said "first of all" and hung up in a hurry.

"Wan Tong, do you want to go out?"

As Ling Wanxing spoke, he picked up a lunch box from the windowsill and said, "have you had breakfast? I bought your favorite shrimp dumplings and dumplings... "

Your favorite shrimp dumplings and dumplings

This sentence reverberated in Su Wantong's ear for a long time, so that she stared at the lunch box and forgot to answer.

When did he know what he liked?

At this time, Ling Wanxing came forward with the lunch box, looked at her eyebrows carefully, handed the lunch box forward, and said, "no matter how busy you are, don't forget to eat!"

Su Wan Tong hesitated to put out his hand. As soon as he took it over, Ling Wanxing said to himself, "then you can eat. I'll go first!"

"Wait..." she opened her mouth and called the man, and the wonderful and complex emotion came to her heart again.

Su Wan Tong weighed the lunch box in his hand, and his voice gently suggested: "I can't finish so much, have you eaten it?"

Ling Wanxing shook his head lightly, "I'm not hungry."

"Since you've bought so much, come in and eat together."

Su Wan Tong unloaded the last trace of reason, turned back, and opened the door for him.

Seeing this, Ling Wanxing walked forward without hesitation and followed her to the living room. Before sitting down, he looked around. "Bincheng is not as good as Licheng and Longhuai. In winter, the outdoor temperature is very low, and the indoor temperature is dry and sultry. Are you used to it?"

Su Wantong put the lunch box on the table, took off his coat and Cape, and leaned over to tidy up the lunch box. He said in a warm voice, "fortunately, I put a humidifier, and the geothermal temperature control system has also been adjusted. After living for half a year, I've been used to it."

Ling Wanxing pursed her thin lips and looked at Su Wantong with deep eyes.

She is still the same as before, and she answers all her questions.

Including her action of tidying up the lunch box, she was as comprehensive as before.

A moment later, a bowl of millet porridge, shrimp dumplings and small dumplings were put in order by her. Then Su Wantong rummaged in the lunch box again, looking puzzled.

Catching this scene, Ling Wanxing suddenly looked nervous, "what's the matter?"