The next morning-

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Fierce knocks on the door.

Song Zhichao, who was still sleeping in bed, was awakened by the knock on the door. He looked at the time and it was only six o'clock in the morning.

Helplessly, Song Zhichao had to put on a few clothes, pull out slippers, and go to the door to open the door.

Han Jiaren was wearing a white shirt with the familiar sky blue pencil jeans underneath, and her hair was tugging behind her head. She was staring at Song Zhichao with big eyes: "Bad guy! What did you do to me last night?"

Song Zhichao: "For no reason, you knocked on the door early in the morning and asked me about this?"

"What do you think?" Han Jiaren looked at him.

"My house is so messy, you won't clean up the dishes! And... And my clothes... Where did the sports jacket I wore on the outermost?" After saying that, Han Jiaren's pretty face turned red suddenly.

It turned out that Han Jiaren woke up from her sleep this morning and found that something was wrong. She fell asleep in a coat last night, but now-

I was covered with a quilt, but I was wearing only close-fitting clothes inside. As for the sports jacket outside, I disappeared!

The clothes will never fly away with wings, and the only answer is that they are taken off by someone.

When Han Jiaren thought of this, she was full of evil scenes. The more she thought about it, the more something was wrong. So she ran down from the house and rushed to Song Zhichao to question him.

"Tell me, where are my clothes outside?" Han Jiaren said to Song Zhichao coldly, thinking, "You look handsome, I didn't expect you to be so bad-hearted, so evil, so despicable, so despicable, shameless, uh, what other words do you have?"

Faced with Han Jiaren's questioning, Song Zhichao spread his hands: "I've thrown away your clothes!"

Han Jiaren: “…”

My mind was confused, "Did you throw it away?"

"Well, it's in that trash can--and by the way, my clothes."

"And your clothes? You mean..." Han Jiaren began to make up for some evil scene again.

Song Zhichao directly stopped her: "You vomited so much last night, how can you not throw it away? Even if you wash it clean, it will still taste!" His tone was full of dissatisfaction.

"What do you mean I vomit so much? You..."

Han Jiaren also wanted to make a quibble, so Song Zhichao pointed directly at the trash can, "Look, don't just stand here and guess!"

Han Jiaren: “…”

So he walked over with a silence, lifted the lid of the trash can, and then—

"Vomit--" Han Jiaren turned her head and covered her mouth and nose.

Song Zhichao: "Yes, this is the position - you vomited like this last night, and I was so full of my body - you said, what should I do?"

Han Jiaren: “…”

The whole face is as hot as a soldering iron.

But immediately, Han Jiaren glared again: "Then you can't take off my clothes without my permission!"

"Please, Miss, all I took off is your coat-and, your coat is like that. Do you mean you're going to sleep with those things?"

"I--" Han Jiaren couldn't speak, and finally bit her lip and stomped her feet and said to Song Zhichao: "Isn't it all you have done!"

"Why are you blaming me again?" Song Zhichao looked innocent.

"Why don't you blame you? If you hadn't bought so many beers for me to drink, how could I get drunk? If I don't get drunk, how could I vomit like that? Also, you let me drink all the beers, but you don't drink them. What do you mean? Obviously, I'm framing me! Hum!"

Song Zhichao understood what it means to "stubbornly verbally".

"Okay, it's all wrong for me! I'm wrong, okay!" Song Zhichao was about to close the door as he spoke.

"what you do?"

"Close the door-go back to sleep!"

"It's past six o'clock, still sleeping?"

"I'm different from you. I'm the big boss. I'll sleep as long as I want!" Song Zhichao wanted to close the door again.

But Han Jiaren suddenly inserted her foot in to prevent Song Zhichao from closing the door.

"What do you do?" Song Zhichao asked.

Han Jiaren hesitated for a moment and said with a thick face: "My house is very messy, and I don't have any brushes of the bowls and chopsticks. My stomach is still very uncomfortable now-so, I want to make a bowl of sober bean sprout soup..." After that, he stretched out his finger and pointed to Song Zhichao's kitchen inside, and said in a low voice like a mosquito: "Is it OK to borrow it?"

Song Zhichao: “…”

He opened the door helplessly.

...

Song Zhichao felt that he had become lazy. When he was in Hong Kong, he never slept and even had a lot of energy. Whether he stayed up late to work overtime or did anything, it was like he was injected with chicken blood.

But since he came to Korea, he found that he had become lazy and especially liked to stay in bed.

As he said, he was a big boss and no one would urge him to go to work, but Song Zhichao was inevitably feeling a little uncomfortable and felt that he was not self-disciplined enough.

The reason may be that the weather in South Korea is too cold, which makes people unfree and addicted to the warmth of bed.

From the time he started going back to bed and sleeping at around 6 o'clock, Song Zhichao heard nothing except the sound of pots and pans. No, to be precise, he also heard the singing, but Han Jiaren was making bean sprout soup in the kitchen, singing as if she was Korean nursery rhymes.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Sleep well with the singing.

...

In sleep—

Song Zhichao returned to Thailand in a daze, Hong Kong, Panyu, and Nandu...

In Nandu, he met his parents and younger sister, and Du Chunmei, a girl next door; in Panyu, he met the long-lost girl Haitang, the innocent and kind mute girl Baoxia, and the loyal MARK brother; in Hong Kong, he met the charming and affectionate Fu Qingying, and the righteous Fu Jiajun; in Thailand, he met the smart and capable Yan Susu, and the scheming Yan Tong...

In his dream, he drank with his friends, fought with his enemies, and was full of energy.

Later, he didn't know where he was, and felt like he was flying on the clouds - he flew so high, and when he was screaming excitedly, he suddenly fell from the sky.

Song Zhichao woke up from his dream and opened his eyes.

Lying on the bed, you can still vaguely feel the sound and rhythm of your heart beating due to excitement.

Unfortunately, all of them are dreams.

For some reason, Song Zhichao felt very disappointed at this time, and there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

He didn't dare to think too much, so he hurriedly got out of bed, put on his clothes and shoes - looking at the time, it was already past eight o'clock in the morning.

Song Zhichao knocked on the head, blaming himself for getting up too late again.

Then I forgive myself by working overtime day and night a few days ago; after all, I am not a machine, so I have to eat and rest.

When I came to the kitchen, I didn't see Han Jiaren.

Song Zhichao looked at it, and something was cooking in the insulation pot. When he opened it, he found that it was fresh and delicious bean sprout soup.

Song Zhichao picked up the spoon and put a small bowl, then tasted it. It tasted very good, sour, spicy and spicy, which was very suitable for the morning appetite.

At this time, Song Zhichao saw a pink heart-shaped jam paper sticking on the freezer, which read: "I did it a little bit too much, and it will be cheaper for you!"

Needless to say, this was left by Han Jiaren.
Chapter completed!