Wen Jingxing had no choice but to lie down as well.
But as soon as he lay down, Song Wanning, who was originally sleeping on the inside of the bed, immediately came over to him.
"Are you so proactive today?"
Of course, Wen Jingxing held Song Wanning in his arms without any hesitation, including the quilt.
But Song Wanning did not answer.
Wen Jingxing sighed, turned off the lights and went to sleep.
At night, Song Wanning slept very restlessly, always moving around. Even if Wen Jingxing tried to avoid her, it would not matter, because Song Wanning would move over to him again while she was sleeping.
It was very late at night, but Wen Jingxing still couldn't fall asleep.
But there was still a task to continue filming tomorrow, so in order to comfort Song Wanning, Wen Jingxing went straight into Song Wanning's bed and tightly held both of her hands and the two most restless legs in his arms.
Song Wanning tried to struggle a few times in her sleep, but when she found that she couldn't break free, she finally stopped moving. Only then did Wen Jingxing fall into a sound sleep in the second half of the night.
On the morning of the 28th day, when Song Wanning woke up, she found herself sleeping in Wen Jingxing's arms again.
This time it was Wen Jingxing who crawled into her bed, but when she thought about how she had clung to Wen Jingxing like an octopus that morning, the words of questioning that were brewing in her stomach disappeared after a while.
Because she drank last night, she had a headache when she woke up in the morning, so she looked listless as she sat at the table to eat.
In contrast, the old monk next to him still looked very happy.
Song Wanning thought, he drank more than me yesterday, didn't he? And nothing happened to him!
Xiao Mi, who was eating noodles nearby, finally spoke up, "Sister Wan Ning, aren't you leaving today? Why hasn't Brother Jing Xing gotten up yet? Did you drink too much last night?"
Song Wanning quickly picked up a big steamed bun and stuffed it into Xiao Mi's mouth. "Eat quickly! Your brother Jingxing will be up soon. There's nothing wrong."
She felt guilty about clinging to Wen Jingxing like an octopus in the morning.
So when she left in the morning, she moved so quietly that even Wen Jingxing didn't notice.
She didn't care when Wen Jingxing wanted to get up.
But the audience who just rushed into the live broadcast room didn't care about all this.
As soon as they came in, they heard Xiao Mi saying that Song Wanning and the others had made mistakes because of drinking.
Song Wanning looked guilty again, and everyone immediately took it for granted.
【Oh oh oh~ Wan Ning is shy! 】
[No way! I just didn't keep an eye on my daughter for one night, and they're up to something bad again? This... are they going to give me a grandson? Ahahahaha!]
The variety show is almost over, and more and more people are criticizing the Wen Wan couple online! Wan Ning, you have to do your best! You have to become the third wife of Wen! They are so jealous.
[By the way, what will be the last variety show mission? ]
【It might be a gorgeous ending.】
【And then when reality hits, we're completely separated! Hahahaha.】
[You bunch of haters, you're just too annoying! ]
[Forget it, ignore them. Don't get angry at these wicked people. Learn more from Wan Ning, be more calm and piss them off to death!]
"If you ask me, why would Wen Jingxing fall for Song Wanning? This is all scripted, arranged by the director for ratings."
If you envy Song Wanning, just say it. You're being so sarcastic, are you trying to be jealous and kill yourself?
After the three of them had breakfast, the program crew delivered the letter as promised.
Song Wanning took the letter and finally became interested, so she opened it immediately.
At that time, Wen Jingxing had just gotten up and was sitting at the table eating, staring at Song Wanning with a resentful look.
But Song Wanning had no recollection of what she had done last night. Being stared at by Wen Jingxing was so strange that she kept touching her chin, "Do you want to watch it with me?"
Wen Jingxing didn't say anything, just stared at her.
Song Wanning spoke to herself, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement?"
Then he sat next to Wen Jingxing with the envelope and opened it skillfully.
But the moment she opened the envelope, Song Wanning was stunned.
I only saw the first page of the envelope, and this time there was only one photo, and it was of two children, a boy and a girl.
The two of them stood hand in hand, with a large unknown flower bed behind them. The boy was the one in the photo that Wen Jingxing asked her to take away that day.
Song Wanning's fingers trembled slightly, "Jingxing, is this child you?"
She had just given the photo away in front of the other person, and fortunately it was only returned to the person himself, so it was considered as returning the photo to its original owner.
If this were to be given to an outsider, it would be inexplicable.
But when Song Wanning noticed the face of the little girl in the photo, her heart trembled.
The original owner's face when he was a child looked exactly like mine.
If we talk about the same name, similar height, and similar faces when grown up, then this little girl's face is simply carved from the same mold as my childhood self.
Even if she saw it with her own eyes, she might not be able to tell the difference between her and the original owner.
In fact, as long as Song Wanning thinks carefully, she will find that even their faces when they grow up are very similar.
It’s just that the original owner had never worried about anything, and didn’t have to worry about food and clothing. In other words, she was both carefree and stupid. She was like a flower that had lived in a greenhouse since childhood, and she naturally exuded a sense of delicateness from the inside out.
In her previous life, although Song Wanning had no worries about food and clothing for the first ten years, she suffered from family and national changes. She fought hard to survive, was a veteran of many battles, and often disguised herself as a man.
Naturally, his appearance is more neutral, but with a sense of ruthlessness.
So Song Wanning never noticed that the original owner's face was exactly herself when she was dressed as a woman.
Wen Jingxing noticed that something was wrong with her and asked, "Aning, what's wrong with you?"
Song Wanning shook her head for a few seconds and said, "No, it's okay."
Wen Jingxing then said, "The person in the photo is me, and this little girl is you. It's just that you don't remember your childhood, so it's normal that you don't remember me."
Song Wanning thought of what happened before and scratched her head guiltily, "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you at the time."
When Wen Jingxing heard her say this, he had a question, "Since you don't know me, why did you carry this photo with you for so many years?"
"Maybe they thought it was important? Or maybe they thought the child was cute and kept him."
The first part was Song Wanning's nonsense, and the second part was what Song Wanning thought when she saw the photo, so it was half true and half false, but Wen Jingxing actually believed it a little bit.
But the other party only said: "Really?"
Then, Wen Jingxing said: "Let's see what the mission is this time!"
"good."
Song Wanning responded and turned the envelope over. The task content this time was shorter, but those few words made Song Wanning's breathing pause.
(End of this chapter)
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