Heart attack

Chapter 442 Yours

Sheng Yan laughed twice, waved the phone, and the figure was swaying on the screen: "Xiao Yi, I didn't come to see the ceiling."

"..." Tang Hong was also ashamed, and raised his phone again.

On the screen, her face gradually appeared, small, delicate and lovely, every appearance she had shown in the past.

Looking at the familiar faces, Yan Yan finally felt that the wait was not in vain.

However, the person behind the screen was very shy, covering his face in a shy manner, with the quilt covering his head, only showing half of his eyes.

The fox's eyes are long and charming, and the tails of the eyes are tantalizing, and the delicate emotions in the eyes can be exposed, and they fall into the eyes without concealment.

Sheng Yan stared, and Tang Hong also stared.

See him sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his mobile phone on a stand, with a few books on the side.

He fell into the neon lights outside the window, and sprinkled a gentle halo on his shoulders.

"You don't live at home?" Tang Hong also asked.

The villa is in the community, so it is impossible to have red and green neon lights, but the bedside where he is now, there are several lights falling on the side of the bed.

Sheng Yan nodded lightly, light flowing along his fluent edges and corners, "No, I'm working late today."

"Really?" Tang Hong also became suspicious, his winking eyes flickering.

Sheng Yan froze: "Well, it's late, go to bed early."

She leaned forward in fright, trying to stop Shengyan from hanging up: "Wait, we just connected, and you said you missed me just now, and you just saw me for a few seconds, and you're planning to give up on me."

The corners of Yan Yan's mouth curled up almost inaudibly, pressing down on Xiao Que Xing, "Then you lie down, and I will accompany you until you fall asleep."

"It's still early." She still wanted to see more feasts.

It was only the first day, and she wanted to feast so much, and there was still a month to go, and she didn't know how to make it through.

"It's getting late." Sheng Yan tapped the screen, "Lie down quickly, I'll pack up early tomorrow and come to accompany you."

Tang Hong also lay down unable to refute, muttering: "Lie, lie, lie, just like my dad."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing!" Tang Hong also shook his head and put the phone in front of him.

The two looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

If this is at home, there seems to be a lot of unspeakable following.

Tang Hong also pouted: "I can't sleep."

"Tell you a bedtime story?" Sheng Yan shook the book in his hand.

She nodded, and then a calm, gentle voice came from the phone.

"The story begins when I was a little girl..."

"Little girl?" Tang Hong also opened his eyes, a little annoyed.

"It's just a story, listen to me."

She let out an "oh" and pursed her lips.Sheng Yan was fascinated, and smiled affectionately, "Then tell you the story of the handsome boy?"

"Is there a handsome guy? Or a little handsome guy?"

"Huh?" Sheng Yan said heavily, raising soft brows and eyes, "Like this one?"

"No, no, I like this one of yours." Tang Hong also stretched his head and smacked at the screen, "Wow~"

He snorted, and continued: "The little handsome guy has no way, lie down and close your eyes."

She closed her eyes obediently, and did not interrupt the feast this time. The feast was very soothing, and the story was also a romantic and long-lasting story.

But Tang Hongyi fell asleep halfway through hearing it, and only remembered when he was in a daze, he heard Shengyan say affectionately: "Good night, Xiaoyi."

Waking up in the morning, Tang Hongyi was still holding the fulcrum with his hand, and kept posing in that position. When he opened his eyes, it was the posture of Shengyan looking down at the document with his head down.

It seems that he has returned to the office. He is sitting on the back of a black chair, his body straightened, and his face is serious and anxious.

The document manuscript in the hand is constantly flowing at the fingertips, and the venetian blinds of the floor-to-ceiling windows are half down, covering the intertwined light and shadow, making it dark and unclear.

When he was sitting, bangs on the tip of his forehead hung on his eyelashes, delicate and deep.

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