The phone rang for a while before it was connected.

"Tilt, are your hands okay?"

"Well, it's okay." Song Tiantian's voice was a little hoarse and a little tired.

"Hey, I'm disturbing you to sleep, I've forgotten all the time" Luo Yan said embarrassedly.

"Happy?" Song Tian was confused: "In the middle of the night, what makes you so happy?" ”

Luo Yan naturally wouldn't say that the reason why she was happy was because of the 'funny' deal between her and Yemo.

She muttered a few words casually and hung up the phone.

Song Tiantian put the phone on the head of the bed and turned over, but his head hit a strong and hard object.

"Hiss......"

She snorted and found that the thing she smashed was nothing else, it was Tang Jingyun's chest.

How did he get to bed?

I remember that at the beginning of last night, he was still sleeping on the sofa......

In fact, Song Tilt didn't take the initiative to let him sleep on the sofa, it was all his own consciousness, the relationship between the two is inexplicable now, it is not good to say that it is good, it is not bad to say bad, and it is not bad as imagined.

Even if Song Tiantian was annoyed when he first learned that he was the person he was four years ago, how long has it been, and the anger in his heart seems to have been diluted by time.

Through the cold moonlight outside the house, Song Tiantian looked at the man sleeping next to him.

Song Tiantian can say with certainty that he has the most perfect and impeccable face in the world, she is not a face control, but she is deeply attracted by his skin.

Perhaps, she should be as everyone thinks, rightfully happy.

Look, the man who slept with her four years ago is so handsome and has a good figure, at least it's not the kind of bald beer belly that makes her feel disgusting at a glance.

The corners of Song tilted his lips and bent quietly, hooking the corners of his lips sarcastically and self-deprecatingly.

Her barely audible chuckle woke the man from his sleep.

He slept very lightly, and Song Tiantian felt it deeply.

He slept in the same bed with him every night, and he was sure to wake up at the slightest movement from her.

Song Tiantian didn't have good sleeping habits before, she always liked to toss and turn in bed, and she always liked to wrap around him, but over time, she learned to restrain a little, afraid that she would wake him up.

In the darkness, the eyes are facing each other.

Both of them had inexplicable emotions in their eyes.

There was silence for a long time, but he spoke first.

"The sofa is too small and uncomfortable to sleep on."

“……”

Listening to this slightly complaining tone, Song Tiantian smiled.

The sofa in her apartment was originally a single sofa, how could Tang Jingyun, a big man of 1.88 meters, sleep comfortably?

He probably crawled into her bed in the middle of the night while she was asleep, right?

Song Dump didn't say much.

I just slept and slept, and it didn't matter much.

She didn't realize that invisibly, the mental defense line she had built high was gradually crumbling.

7:20 a.m.

The alarm clock goes off on time.

Song Tiantian reflexively got up from the quilt, washed, changed clothes, simply put on light makeup, and after having a casual breakfast, she planned to rush to the company.

Tang Jingyun was also woken up by her early in the morning, he leaned lazily on the head of the bed, staring at her busy figure, inexplicably feeling very satisfied.

"There's breakfast on the table, so eat it when you're hungry." Song Tiantian stood at the door of the room and said to the man who was still on the bed.

"What you prepared for me?"

"I'll eat the leftovers."

“……”