In the room, the coat was placed on the messy bed. Zhang Weimo looked at it and touched his chin, thinking about how to return it to him. While his mother went out to buy groceries, and his younger brother was doing homework in the room, he secretly took the clothes and

I ran into the bathroom, put it in the basin, poured lavender laundry detergent, washed it with my own hands, and then hung it to dry on the balcony of my room.

Lying on the bed, looking at the coat in the sun, I naturally thought of them under the street lights last night, hazy like the sunlight blocked by a layer of gauze, and replayed in my mind, his sculptured face,

She unexpectedly began to miss his voice, which was as soft as white clouds, and his clear amber eyes.

After finishing the event, Wen Yiran began a busy schedule, leaving the Twin Cities amidst noisy cheers and heading to the next city.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Weimo, who was eating at the dining table, received such a WeChat message. Three pairs of eyes looked at the source of the WeChat notification sound. She was slightly embarrassed and did not pick up her phone. She just leaned over and looked at it.

One glance.

"I'm full." She finished the meal quickly, mumbling something vaguely in her round mouth, then picked up her phone and returned to the room.

"Just finished eating."

"I heard that it was you who sent me back yesterday, causing you trouble."

"fine."

She tried her best to make her chat with Chen Yuhuang like ordinary friends, ending the conversation politely and indifferently. Then she collected the clothes hanging on the balcony, folded them and put them in the suitcase.

Zhang Weimo didn't know what topic to start his conversation with Wen Yiran. He leaned on the bed and thought about it, opened the dialog box, entered text and then deleted it.

"Are you busy?" I wanted to greet him with these simple words, but felt abrupt and hesitated to press the send button.

The door switch suddenly rang. She immediately sat upright and turned her phone sideways as if nothing had happened, pretending to be playing a game. She shouted with a guilty conscience: "Hurry up and push down the tower, Ah Xi!" In fact, others could not see her at all.

Mobile page.

"Mo Mo, your express delivery." Mom walked in, put a box on the table and went out.

"Huh~" She took a deep breath and returned to the WeChat chat interface.

"Ah!" She stared at the phone screen dumbfounded. She had just accidentally touched the send button in a panic to cover up, "Are you busy?" The words appeared in front of her eyes as if they were infinitely magnified.

"Retract it quickly, withdraw it quickly!" Zhang Weimo shouted, fiddling with his phone quickly.

At this moment, netizen Wen Yiran saw a message pushed on WeChat during a break in the commercial shooting. When he clicked on it, what appeared was: Zhang Weimo withdrew a message.

He raised the corners of his mouth and put his hand to his mouth again to prevent others from seeing the clues and pretending to be serious. But she sat cross-legged on the bed and kept muttering silently: He was so busy, he probably didn't see it, hmm! He definitely didn't see it.

arrive.

"I'm shooting a commercial, what's wrong?" He reported his itinerary inexplicably, and wanted to know what she wanted to do with him.

"Ah, did he see it?" She looked at the phone and said to herself, becoming convinced that her withdrawal was useless.

"Oh, sorry to bother you."

"It's okay. It's a break between filming now. If you have anything to say, just tell me."

"When will I return that coat to you?"

"Ah~ just send it over when you have time." After that, he sent her the address of the apartment in Beijing, trying to tease her and see how she would react.

She only replied: "Okay". He looked at the message she replied with doubts on his face. Did she really want to send it over?
Chapter completed!