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She is so vigorous to adjust the monitoring, not only will find nothing, but also will be scared.

"Maybe, last year on the Minjia cruise ship, there was his participation." Yun thought about another possibility.

Last year, the hands-on people were all foreigners. How did they hide the eyes and ears of the Song family, avoid the eyes of the Min family, mix in and lurk in depth?

Without the help of the powerful people in the country, Yun thinks that the possibility of doing so is very low.

"Don't worry, I'll solve it sooner." Since Yun thinks so much about it, Song Mian is to make her feel at ease early, but also to quickly find out why.

As long as Song Mian is at heart, Yun will not worry if he thinks about it: "I'm going to rest, there are still many things tomorrow."

"You also have to take care of yourself. The aroma ball hangs on the bedside. I asked Song Qian to change the calming fragrance." Song Mian explained with concern.

Yun thinks of course, and taking enough sleep is the guarantee of one day's energy.

It's just that she was lying in bed, but inexplicably a little insomnia, a mess in her head, worried that Shi Youxuan's reaction would not be within the other party's calculations.

The other party deliberately released Shi Youxuan, and then aroused her curiosity, so she used her mouth to tell Song Mian, and then introduced Song Mian into the game.

In this way of thinking, she was even more anxious and finally fell asleep in the diffuse tranquilizer.

But she did not settle down, because she had a dream, dreaming that a hand was holding a gun and pointed at Song Mian's chest.

In her horror, the hand pulled the trigger without hesitation. After the amazing gunshot, Song Mian's chest blossomed.

Yun thinks that she was awakened, she was sweating all over, her heart was pounding, how could not calm down.

She took the phone and watched it was four o'clock. She closed her eyes and leaned against the head of the bed, not planning to sleep again.

With the last experience of the French dream of a snake, Yun thinks inexplicably of whether his dream is some kind of omen.

That hand is already a little fuzzy, but Yun thinks vaguely that she can remember that she is very fair and slender, and should belong to a woman.

She picked up the phone, clicked Song Mian, and sent a message: [It's a woman. 】

Song Mian happened to be late at night. He was already lying down and was going to sleep. The screen of his mobile phone was bright in the light-off room.

【woman? Why did you wake up so early? 】

In order to know the time when Yun Mian thinks more intuitively, Song Mi went abroad and his cell phone was also a domestic time.

After sending the message, Yun thought about calming down: [I just think it’s a woman who is going to be bad for you. 】

She didn't want to say that she had a nightmare, otherwise Song Mian would be worried about her, thinking too much would lead to nights and nights.

But she didn't say that at this point in time, even when Yun thought about the dream of a snake, Song Mian could even guess.

Song Mian made a phone call to Yun Xiangxiang directly. The first sentence was to ask: "Have you had a nightmare?"

"Huh." Yun Xiangying responded dumbly, "I really didn't think about it, this dream came inexplicably..."

"Well, I believe you have no cranky thoughts." Song Mian's voice was gentle as catkins in the wind by the river. "I will also seriously think about what kind of female enemies I or my father have, such a great ability."

"Huh." Yun thought about responding.

"It's still early, and sleep again." Song Mian whispered a little coquettishly.

"Can't sleep..." Yun thinks that he really can't sleep, "I get up and study the book, and I will take the final exam half a month later."

"Then I will accompany you." Song Mian was really relieved.

Yun thinks that she has opened her own timetable for the world. When Song Mian goes to a place, she sets one: "You are almost in the morning."

"I don't have much things tomorrow..."

"I'm going to sleep." Yun thinks about lifting his feet down and lying down again.

Song Mian has been with her for such a long time, he can't sleep lazy if he has nothing to do, let him accompany himself, he may not necessarily rest.

"You never sang me a song, you sang a song for me, maybe I will fall asleep soon." Yun thought suddenly.

"I..." Song Mian's voice struggled a little bit, "not too good at singing..."

"It's okay, just the two of us. If you don't sing well, I won't laugh at you." Yun thinks more and listens more.

Song Mian sighed almost unheardly: "What do you want to hear?"

"You are free." Yun thinks it is still not too difficult.

People such as Song Mian may not have heard any songs, but they are afraid of few.

Yun thinks it's right to guess. Song Mian heard children's songs when he was a child.

Although I learnt the piano when I grew up, it was all piano music, and there were no tunes like lyrics.

There is no time to pay attention to the stars, to listen to some popular songs, and his decompression method does not listen to songs.

So Song Mian, who is omnipotent, is really not able to sing. Although he occasionally passes by in some places and also plays music, he never paid attention to it.

The only song that I listened to with my heart was Yun Xiangxiang's "Poetry of the Black Swan" sung in concert with Xue Yu.

"Angel who fell into the world..."

When Song Mian's song came, Yun thought the whole person was stunned.

Song Mian's voice is really nice, and talking can make people's ears pregnant.

He sings without problems, and the sound quality is no problem, but half of the lyrics are out of tune...

That is really stunning!

Yun Xiang thought it was really funny, she tried to cover her mouth, and took the phone away, so that Song Mian would not hear her patience.

But even so, after listening to Song Mian singing halfway through, Yun couldn't bear to think about it: "That, I suddenly fell asleep, you rest early, good night."

After talking, just hang up, and then lie on the bed: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

An unprecedented burst of laughter broke out, and the whole person was rolling on the bed and could not stop.

Finally, my cheeks hurt, and Yun thought he was paralyzed on the bed. He rubbed his stomach with one hand and rubbed his face with one hand. After such a toss, he was really a little tired. He pulled on the quilt cover and smiled quickly with a smile on the corner of his lips. .

Before she fell asleep, she thought beautifully: Sure enough, there is no perfect person, she finally caught Mr. Song's short board!

In the future, if Song Mian doesn't listen to her, don't blame her for letting him sing again, and then record, be sure to record!

Song Mian looked at the cell phone that was hung up and had a black screen. He knew how much he sang... It was hard to say.

He felt that he still had to put the matter of learning to sing on the agenda, otherwise his young girlfriend would definitely threaten him with it.

Although he was very eager and willing to please Yun for thought, it was not good to use such a self-destructive and ugly method.

So Master Song, who was not in a good mood, called Song Yao up coldly in the middle of the night and asked him to find a vocal teacher.