Gu Qiaobei was holding breakfast in his hand and complained as soon as he entered the door, "Why did you eat so much today?"

"I'm hungry." Han Jingmo answered simply and reached out to take the breakfast, "Thank you."

"Next time you ask me to buy you breakfast, I will block you."

"It's not too late now, you can go back to catch up on your sleep."

Gu Qiaobei clicked his tongue, "You are throwing it away after use, that's not right!"

"Not right?" Han Jingmo leaned on the dining table, "You should thank me for not killing you after you have done your job."

...

Gu Qiaobei couldn't help but swear, and gave him the middle finger, then turned around and left fiercely, but just after taking two steps, a white shadow flashed in the corner of his eyes. Looking closely, it was the clothes hanging on the balcony.

Gu Qiaobei retracted his gaze and continued to walk out. He took a step and suddenly stopped. He turned his head back to look at Han Jingmo and exclaimed: "Why are women's clothes drying in your house!"

Han Jingmo lied without changing his expression, "It's the clothes of the crew. I accidentally stained them. I took them back to wash them."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Gu Qiaobei's face showed obvious disbelief.

As he finished speaking, he heard a cell phone ringing again. He looked over and found that it was in his guest room. Although it rang twice before being hung up, it was enough to shock Gu Qiaobei.

After being stunned for a long time, he said in disbelief: "Did you bring them all back for the night?"

Han Jingmo shook his head calmly, "My cell phone was ringing."

"Who are you kidding? Do you sleep in the guest room at night?"

"Well, to experience whether the bed in the guest room is comfortable."

...

Gu Qiaobei was helpless about his denial. He rolled his eyes and came up with a plan, "Then I'll go to the guest room to take a look."

"No." Han Jingmo refused without hesitation.

Gu Qiaobei raised the corners of his lips and blinked at him ambiguously, "Tell me, did you bring it back to spend the night?"

"..." Han Jingmo held his forehead and sighed, "Not overnight."

"Wait." Gu Qiaobei looked at the breakfast on the table, then looked at Han Jingmo, covering his chest with a hurt expression, "You had a good night, and you still want me to buy breakfast for you?"

Just ask him why he ate so much today!

Han Jingmo's eyes twitched, "What do you mean by having a good night?"

Lu Wanwan in the room could only hear the conversation vaguely because of the good sound insulation, but couldn't hear what was said specifically.

Gu Qiaobei walked up to Han Jingmo and gossiped in a low voice: "Who is it? You can tell me this, right?"

"No."

"Is it Li Weiqian?"

Han Jingmo glanced at him: "What do you think?"

"Okay, okay, I know you don't like her, who is it?"

"I won't tell you." Han Jingmo pushed him out, "Why do you care so much, go back to sleep."

Gu Qiaobei was pushed by him, frowning as he walked out, "It can't be a fan, right?"

There are many artists who sleep with their fans in the entertainment industry now.

Han Jingmo stopped and squinted at him, "What did you say?"

"I said the wrong thing in a moment of haste, I apologize to you." Gu Qiaobei smiled awkwardly, Han Jingmo hated artists who slept with their fans the most.

"I accept your apology. I'm not the kind of person who holds grudges. Buy me breakfast for two more days."

...

You still call this not holding a grudge?

Gu Qiaobei had a bitter face and felt upset.

Han Jingmo glanced at him and said, "Think about the time when I bought you breakfast for five days, and you won't feel upset anymore."

"That makes sense." Gu Qiaobei felt much better after thinking about it.

But the next moment, he was in a bad mood again, and said depressedly: "You only bought breakfast for me for five days, and I have bought breakfast for you for three months in total."

"Then I will buy it for you when you win the bet with me."

...

Thinking of the bitter past, Gu Qiaobei left with a sad face, and in the end he didn't know who spent the night with Han Jingmo. Although he said that he didn't spend the night, he must have been embarrassed to admit it.

Han Jingmo walked to the guest room and knocked on the door twice with his index finger.

Lu Wanwan poked her head out from inside, glanced into the living room, and said disappointedly: "Xiao Qiao is gone?"

"Are you disappointed?"

"How can I not be disappointed when I can't see my idol at such a close distance?"

"Then just look at me."

Lu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, put her eyes on his face, and looked at it carefully: "Different from Xiao Qiao."

Han Jingmo frowned: "You only like him?"

"No, I also like Tao Yichen, Wei Qiuyang, Xin Lubai, Lin Shu..."

"Shut up and have breakfast." Han Jingmo interrupted her unhappily.

Lu Wanwan looked at him with admiration: "Xiao Qiao also brought breakfast? She is worthy of being my favorite idol, so considerate."

...

Han Jingmo clasped his right hand tightly at his side.

During breakfast, Lu Wanwan saw that he was in a bad mood, and went over everything she could think of in her mind, but she couldn't guess anything, so she could only let him be. After dinner

, after blowing the clothes dry, Lu Wanwan changed back into her own clothes and prepared to go home. Before leaving, she said hello to Han Jingmo, but he still had a lukewarm attitude.

Lu Wanwan frowned and didn't say much.

As soon as he walked to the entrance, he was stopped by Han Jingmo from behind.

He said, "It's raining, bring an umbrella."

Lu Wanwan patted his forehead and said, "I forgot about it." He reached out to take his umbrella and thanked him again.

Han Jingmo warned, "Be careful on the road."

Lu Wanwan was stunned for a moment and asked cautiously, "Do you have a fever?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Otherwise, how could I have a fever and say such caring words to me."

...

Han Jingmo sneered: "Then be careful on the road."

Lu Wanwan nodded: "I only remember the first sentence, goodbye."

After taking a taxi back home, Lu Guanghan had already gone out to the company. Lu Wanwan called him and said that he had already arrived home and asked him not to worry.

The two chatted briefly and hung up the phone.

Lu Wanwan was very sleepy. He almost fell asleep in the taxi just now. He changed into pajamas and went to sleep immediately.

This time he slept very deeply and didn't wake up until noon. He vaguely remembered the summer homework assigned by the teacher, writing an essay on performance. He hadn't written a word yet, and he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

But no matter how anxious he was, he still didn't want to write.

He had a simple lunch and logged into the game while feeling anxious.

The private chat box was filled with Lu Guanghan's private messages——

[Private chat] Lu's top card: How to complete the Dream Valley mission?

[Private chat] Lu's top card: Why do I always get robbed when I'm escorting?

[Private chat] Lu's top card: I just finished a dungeon, but why don't I get any rewards? Is the producer of Zuimengjianghu a pervert? !

[Private chat] Lu's top card: It's so rare that you're not online.

[Private chat] Lu's top card: Why did Sanqian Rejiu kill me as soon as he saw me?

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