"You didn't sleep?" Leng Qingzhu looked at Fu Yingshao who was lying on the top of the kang, trying to see each other clearly, but the light was too dim and he couldn't see anything clearly except for a vague outline.

“…… It's too hot to sleep. He really couldn't get used to sleeping on the fire kang in the northeast, and he always felt like he was roasted on a fire, but he was just worried about his identity and upbringing, and he was embarrassed to turn over casually.

Leng Qingzhu felt that he seemed to hear a grievance from these words, and couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that you also have a time when you have no way?" ”

In my memory, this person is omnipotent, except for that time, I don't seem to have seen this person feel sorry for anything, and now he is embarrassed by the fire kang like this.

She walked over and reached out and touched the bottom of his mattress: "Well, it's quite hot, it's all baked, why don't you squeak?" If I hadn't come, wouldn't you have slept all night? ”

"Ah......" Fu Yingshao was a little absent-minded, Leng Qingzhu's approach made him a little nervous, and a familiar smell lingered on the tip of his nose: "Why do you smell of alcohol?" ”

He sniffed again, this time making sure he was smelling alcohol.

"You're secretly drinking?"

The man's expression in the darkness instantly became serious: "You ......"

He wants to ask you if it's because the guy surnamed Ye made you sad, so he went to drink.

"What do you think?" Leng Qingzhu interrupted his unreliable speculation: "Just now, my grandmother brought wine to me to reduce my fever, and of course I smelled of wine." ”

Fu Yingshao touched his nose weakly: "That's it." ”

"What do you think it could be? Alas, you wait, I'll go get something. ”

She has a deep understanding of Mrs. Leng's true biography, and she is doing things in a hurry, and when she finished speaking, the person had already walked out, and Fu Yingshao didn't even have time to speak.

I wondered what she was going to take, but all I could think of was the slender figure of the girl in the moonlight, and the thin waist.

He pursed his lips and frowned, his expression becoming more serious.

Through the unclosed door, I saw that the lights in the east room were on, and there seemed to be whispering voices coming from inside.

He tried to listen, but he couldn't hear clearly.

Leng Qingzhu came back soon, holding a mattress in his arms, and Fu Yingshao hurriedly sat upright.

Seeing Leng Qingzhu getting closer and closer, he immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly took the quilt to surround himself.

"Brother, get up and make an extra mattress, it can be better."

"Huh? Yes! He stood up wrapped in the quilt, Leng Qingzhu looked anxious, how could she not know that Fu Yingshao still had such a grinding time.

"You put the quilt on the side and lay out this mattress."

"I ...... I didn't have any clothes on. ”

Leng Qingzhu: "...... You're not wearing pajamas and pajamas? ”

"No, I'm not wearing a coat." Fu Yingshao wrapped the quilt a little tighter as he spoke.

Leng Qingzhu: "Brother, your innocence makes me ashamed!" ”

She suddenly felt that she had lived two lifetimes and had seen everything, and compared with this Boss Fu, she was simply a first-class gangster, and she was still a senior.

She reached out and pushed him to the side, and laid the mattress herself up.

Fu Yingshao stood against the wall, feeling a little different on his leg that he had been touched.

"Alright, let's lie down."

Fu Yingshao lay back and found that there was an extra layer of mattresses, which was really a lot worse.

As soon as he looked up, he found that Leng Qingzhu was still standing there: "...... You're not going back? ”

"I forgot one thing." Leng Qingzhu pushed him: "Brother, step aside, the chimney lid is here, I have to plug it in." ”

"Oh!" Fu Yingshao hurriedly moved to the side, Leng Qingzhu climbed onto the kang and reached out to touch the chimney lid.

Fu Yingshao stared blankly at the twisted waist dangling in front of his eyes, and the familiar smell lingered on the tip of his nose, but it seemed that it was not only the smell of wine, but also a faint fragrance.