After a while, Ling Xize said "hmm" without explaining in detail, and Si Sheng did not have the intention to ask each one, ending the topic.

...

Two minutes later, Si Sheng brought out a plate of fried rice.

The golden eggs are wrapped in rice, with clear layers, and a handful of chopped green onions are sprinkled with the steam, which makes people feel very appetizing.

"Here."

Passing by the kitchen door, Si Sheng stuffed the fried rice into Ling Xize's hands.

Ling Xize brought the fried rice to the dining table without sitting down. He stood and took a bite with a spoon, then went to Si Sheng who was pouring water over the road and said, "It's salty."

"Is that true?"

Si Sheng paused and his suspicious eyes came over.

After scooping a spoonful of fried rice with eggs, Ling Xize placed the spoon horizontally on the plate, turned the direction and aimed it at her.

He said, "You taste it."

Although he didn't believe it, Si Sheng still came, picked up the spoon, and delivered the fried rice to his mouth.

After tasting two, her expression gradually became colder. She threw the spoon into the plate and threw her eyes over like a knife.

"Are you having a taste failure or are you deliberately looking for trouble?"

Faced with her anger, Ling Xize calmly carried the spoon and said shamelessly: "It's more pleasant to eat together."

Si Sheng: "..."

Who will eliminate this bastard for the people?!

Si Sheng grinded his teeth secretly.

After eating another fried rice with eggs, Ling Xize asked her: "Aren't you hungry?"

“Not hungry.”

Si Sheng left unbearably.

——I am afraid that I can’t control my violence against him, so I have to squat in the bureau.

By the time Ling Xize finished eating fried rice, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.

Si Sheng wrapped his blanket and sat on the sofa with a hot water bag. Seeing Ling Xize come out of the bedroom after packing up the dishes, he raised his eyelids and looked at him.

"A little handsome?"

Ling Xize came out immediately after speaking.

"..." Si Sheng, who felt numb, continued to look at him, looking a little novel, "It's grown a beard."

Ling Xize, who has always cleaned himself up, basically cannot see the existence of "beard".

To be precise, he is called stubble.

The cold and hard handsome face is set against a little stubble, a bit wild and depressed, and it fades away a little noble and a sense of asceticism.

Hearing the sound, Ling Xize raised his hand and touched his jaw. His fingertips did feel rough. He smiled and walked straight to him, "Do you want to appreciate it?"

"cell phone."

Si Sheng raised his eyebrows and called him over.

Guessing her intention, Ling Xize sat down next to her, took out her phone consciously, and switched to the front camera lens.

However, when he turned his head, he saw Si Sheng wrapped in a blanket and approaching the camera without caring about it. He was stunned and burst into laughter.

"Are you sure you want to take a picture with a blanket?"

"Does it affect the beauty?" Si Sheng was confused.

It didn't block her face.

Ling Xize compromised in one second, "No, everyday home, it looks just as good-looking."

A beautiful person can do whatever he wants.

“…”

Hearing a little sarcasm, Si Sheng hesitated and still didn't take off the warm blanket, and took a selfie with Ling Xize.

Ling Xize took several photos as she wanted, and then picked two more photos and sent them to her WeChat.

Si Sheng withdrew with satisfaction.

She picked up the remote control on one side and changed it to several units. There was nothing good to look at, so she turned her head and asked Ling Xize, "Do you play games?"

Some time ago, Qin Fan despised that mobile games were not fun, so Xiao Ni recommended several console games. Within two days, Qin Fan was excited to buy equipment.

However, it was useless once.

"Um."

Looking at her sideways, Ling Xize responded without hesitation.

Si Sheng threw the blanket at him and rummaged on his slippers to search for the game console.

Ling Xize grabbed the blanket, and her body temperature remained on the soft blanket, which was fragrant and warm.

There were only a few hours left before dawn, but no one said he would go to bed.

Tacitly understood.

Putting aside all topics, the two focused on the game and ended the long, cold and wet night.

Until dawn.

...

That night, Si Sheng's phone was not turned on.

Naturally, I don’t know that all kinds of scandals in the Si family were exposed online overnight - Si Bing’s bisexuality, her private life was chaotic; the inside story of Si family decoration, cutting corners; the antique business maliciously raised prices...

The power of public opinion is often stronger than imagined.

For a moment, netizens were filled with righteous indignation and the Si family was criticized by thousands of people.

...

It was dark.

Ling Xize gently took off the game controller in Si Sheng's hand and pulled the blanket on her casually rolled body for her.

She lay on the sofa, closed her eyes and slept quietly.

The side face is delicate and the skin is as delicate as white porcelain. In the hazy morning light, from the eyebrows and eyes to the ends of the hair, it is soft.

When you look at it, it is like a feather brushing across the tip of your heart, it is light and fluffy, but the slightly itchy and numb touch can make your heart soften.

*

That afternoon, Si Sheng cleaned up briefly, moved out of the alley, and returned to the water clouds.

When it was dark, at some point when she was busy, she suddenly remembered Qin Fan and gave him a WeChat message without replying. A few minutes later, she called Qin Fan and turned off her phone.

She sent the inquiry news to Song Qingming.

A quarter of an hour later, a reply was received.

[Song Qingming]: The plane has already left in the afternoon.

Song Qingming didn't reply if he asked anything later.

Si Sheng seemed to feel something and didn't ask again.

Until two days later—

She received a call from Chu Luo.

It was only six o'clock in the morning and she was still sleeping. When she was confused and answered the phone, she was a little irritable and was getting up a little while.

"Si Sheng, can you contact Qin Fan?"

Chu Luo's anxious and urgent voice swept away Si Sheng's emotions.

Squinted slightly, Si Sheng turned over from the bed and sat up, pressed his temple lightly with his fingers, and asked, "What?"

"He couldn't get through the phone and all social software couldn't get in touch... I'm a little worried." Chu Luo finished speaking anxiously, and was silent for a few seconds, which calmed down gradually, and said, "I have something to ask him."

"What's the matter?" Si Sheng asked.

"My grandfather left all the inheritance to me. What might Qin Fan do..."

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My third master is really a think tank. He will never do anything when he can use his brain. In comparison, the beauty is probably... well, a reckless man? (*/w＼*)

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