Chapter 128 I Feel Like You Want Me to Come

A cold skiing machine who never falls in love, but once she does, she may turn into a sticky person who makes people want to roll their eyes when they mention her.

Standing in the elevator, Shan Chong called Wei Zhi. The person on the other end of the phone was sitting in front of the dressing mirror, putting something on, so he spoke first: "We're at the hotel."

Wei Zhi was applying eye cream and glanced at the screen. All she could see was her boyfriend's handsome face, which looked quite charming even when he was drunk.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she calmly looked away: "Drunk?"

"no."

"Please tell me your bank card password."

"95643..." He paused and added, "23."

Before Wei Zhi could say anything, he said, "It doesn't seem right. Should it be 9566323? 9567232?"

Weizhi: “…”

Wei Zhi: "Which bank card PIN number is seven digits?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the man slowly say "Oh", lowered his head and began to count on his fingers the digits of the so-called bank card password that he had just reported without hesitation, and reported three sets, and the three sets were different each time...

It seems that his IQ is not very high.

Wei Zhi thought of the first time he showed her her savings, and it was Guan Shanshan who asked for the password.

"Stop snapping your fingers and go back to sleep!"

Wei Zhi glanced at the phone screen again, paused this time, and asked, "Is there anyone else next to you?"

The man snapping his fingers raised his head and looked at the greasy middle-aged man outside the screen for a few seconds.

He raised the corner of his lips, his dark eyes were calm: "Oh, an unimportant passerby."

Wang Xin subconsciously touched his pocket, wondering if he had brought his 80-meter folding knife.

At this moment, the little girl who was raised in the man's phone finished applying the stuff on her face, and then she climbed back to the bed in her slippers, holding a glass jar of white lotion...

She threw her phone and it landed on the pillow.

The camera slid down, capturing her using her hands and feet to climb onto the bed. The rustling sound and the suspender pajamas the little girl was wearing. Her black hair was the only contrast to her fair skin and the white hem of the pajamas hanging above her thighs.

She opened the lid of the body lotion bowl and began to apply the body lotion.

The soft fingertips pinched the calf, pinching the soft flesh on the calf without any idol burden——

Others can ski down to the waist to a bodybuilding level, but she is different. Her body fat percentage is like a fixed number that never moves. Ever since Dan Chong could remember this body, she has always been as soft as cotton candy...

Things like that.

The fingertips turned red due to friction, sliding down from the calf muscles all the way to the round toes.

The man looked at it carefully for a while, his Adam's apple rolled, he cleared his throat, turned around and said to the middle-aged man squatting next to his suitcase studying it, "You get out."

The man squatting next to the suitcase had just found the correct way to open it, and opened it. He was looking at the neatly stacked clothes inside, as if he had an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and was secretly sighing "He is indeed a mama's boy". He was caught off guard and raised his head in confusion -

Can you tell even if I'm secretly slandering you in my heart?

Shan Chong held his cell phone in his hand, his face expressionless and quite confident. "You go out and wait," he said, "My wife is not dressed very decently now."

Hearing this, Wang Xin looked around the room blankly, meaning "Where is your wife?"

Finally, when he heard the girl's protest from the man's phone not far away, "You are the one who is indecent," his eyes slowly fell on the phone.

From his angle, the most he could see was the black case of his phone.

Not to mention seeing any indecent images, he didn't even know whether the image inside was a real person or Siri.

...Are you sick?

After struggling for a few seconds, the middle-aged man, who thought he was mature, decided not to bother with the drunkard. He threw away the half-loaded suitcase in his hands, put his hands in his pockets and stood up: "Hurry up."

Then he turned around and left, and the door slammed shut with an emotional "bang", a shocking sound.

Shan Chong's eyebrows didn't even twitch. He was silent for a moment, then he took a step forward and sat down on the bed. At this time, in his mobile phone, the little girl had temporarily stopped the steps of body care... She rubbed her elbow to the mobile phone placed next to the pillow, came over and asked: "Who is it? It sounds like Wang Xin?"

She wasn't very good at recognizing people by their voices before, otherwise she would have known that Spectacle Cloth was her master eight hundred years ago...

This time I recognized Wang Xin.

I don't know if there are too few middle-aged men around, or if Shan Chong and I have learned some wisdom from them.

She waited patiently for a moment, and heard the man say "hmm". She wanted to ask "what is he doing here", but she felt that asking this question would be tantamount to nonsense -

Wang Xin couldn't be here just to worship Dan.

Shan Chong has now returned to Jilin.

Isn't that Wang Xin's territory?

So she paused and asked another question. The girl on the screen looked gradually serious. She hugged her legs, put her head on her bent knees, and tilted her head to look at the man on the phone beside her.

"Do you have something you want to talk to me alone?"

He did not deny it.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes, which seemed darker than usual due to drunkenness, seemed to be immersed in the cool night, pitch black without a single star.

"Changbai Mountain is a little further ahead of Jilin City," the man said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Wang Xin saw me at Songhua Lake and drove over for six hours..."

He paused.

"Want to take me back."

When he said this, the man's voice sounded very calm.

It's like a storm hitting a window, shattering the glass, but eventually the raindrop will quietly and silently spread along the lines of the glass...

All emotions were restrained.

Become silent.

"You said I should go?"

he asked.

…

Wang Xin squatted outside Shan Chong's door and waited for about an hour.

An hour later, the door opened and the man standing inside was dressed neatly, holding a closed small suitcase in his hands. On his back was a simple wooden bag called a "dumpling skin" containing a sims.

Sims, like Burton, the current flagship snowboard brand, is a very old brand with a certain history. Compared with the commercial route of Burton, Sims is more focused on the inheritance of skiing culture among the masses, so this brand is not well-known, but it has existed for so many years and has been producing and updating its own snowboards.

As a qualified promoter and sponsored skater, Shan Chong only uses this brand of snowboard when he goes out for fun, mainly because it is really easy to use.

Very low-key too.

In fact, before being discovered, Shan Chongzhen just wanted to hide his true identity and come here to have some fun...

Later, when he found out that the incident had fermented and everyone knew that he had parachuted from Zhangjiakou to Jilin, he started to have some evil thoughts.

He simply turned a blind eye and let everyone think that he was really in Songhua Lake, Jilin.

Always in Songhua Lake.

Back to the topic, Wang Xin turned around and saw the man appearing behind the door dressed so neatly. He breathed a sigh of relief but said nothing.

He stood up, reached out to take his suitcase, turned around and walked towards the elevator.

He is like a god.

I ran from Changbai Mountain to Jilin for six or seven hours without eating or drinking. Now that I have caught the person I wanted to catch, I am eager to go back...

They arrived at the ski resort hotel in Changbai Mountain and it was already past seven o'clock the next morning when they checked in.

Shan Chong was drunk and couldn't help, so Wang Xin drove for more than ten hours straight and only slept for half an hour at a rest stop... He was so tired that his eyes were straight. He stared at Shan Chong when he entered the room. He didn't say anything, waved his hand and went back to his room.

Shan Chong was also trapped.

He quickly washed up, got into bed, and fell asleep in a short while.

I don’t know how long I slept. I probably didn’t even dream at the beginning. I don’t know what time it was later, but I had another vague daydream.

In his dream, he heard the hotel room door being opened and closed, and someone walked in.

He instinctively realized that it was still daytime and that ghosts were not allowed to come out in broad daylight. He thought it was room service and struggled to wake up from his deep sleep...

He was half asleep and hadn't even opened his sleepy eyes when he heard rustling noises. The man came in and saw someone on the bed but didn't apologize or leave. Instead, he was making some noise beside him.

After a while, the man stopped.

Shan Chong felt a corner of the quilt being lifted, and his eyebrows raised. He started to get a little grumpy when he woke up.

Before he could even open his eyes to curse, the person who lifted the corner of his quilt became even more aggressive, and clumsily climbed into his quilt, bringing with them a chill from outside and a sweet fragrance that stunned him.

She skillfully lifted one of his arms and snuggled into his arms. His soft arm was still cold, and the familiar touch gently wrapped around his arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist and yawned contentedly in his arms.

The man opened his eyes completely.

He lowered his head and looked at the little girl in his arms...

The person whom he had not touched for two or three days now appeared in his arms again as if by miracle.

Real touch.

The sense of smell awakens.

If this were a daydream, it would be too real.

Before he could come to his senses, she tightened her arms around his waist, and her feet were not honest, hooking on his thighs and rubbing against him, with the tip of her nose touching his strong chest, and asked sweetly: "I took the earliest flight in the morning, and took a taxi from Changchun for an hour and a half... Don't you want to hug me?"

“…”

That's it.

This is really not an illusion.

Shan Chong didn't know what to say. He put his arm around the waist of the person in his arms and pushed her into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose very rarely.

"Why are you here?"

His voice still had the hoarseness from being forcibly awakened just now—

Only the morning greasy feeling disappeared.

If this is the way he is woken up every time he falls asleep, he should never be in a bad mood when he wakes up again.

"It seems like you want me to come."

oh.

It feels pretty accurate.

"Who told you where I live?"

"Ask my sister," the little girl said in a very obedient voice. She leaned into his arms and yawned. Her voice was soft and she was so cute when she called others "sister" even though she was just a little sister. "She asked Wang Xin for me, and then Wang Xin was waiting downstairs and asked for an extra room card for me, so I came in!"

He raised his hand and pinched the tip of her nose.

"Oh, stop making trouble," she shook off his hand, "Wang Xin said you guys didn't arrive until after seven in the morning, and it's only noon now, sleep a little longer, I'll accompany you to the ski resort tomorrow, okay?"

The man paused.

After a while, he seemed a little slow, slowly lowered his head, brushed aside the messy hair on her forehead and kissed her between the eyebrows. After a while, he slowly said "hmm"...

He patted her back gently with his big hands as if coaxing a child.

"Go to sleep," he said, "I'll hold you."

The man raised his eyes and glanced at the clock on the bedside table.

11:42 p.m.

then.

It was midday on this day. People had just finished a half-day of work or study. They sat down, opened their hot lunch takeout, took out their mobile phones, opened the short video software, and just wanted to watch something pleasant before lunch...

I saw something that was quite eye-catching.

The ski blogger who only knows how to fly and show his poles has changed his career——

The cell phone camera was pointed at the furry head under the quilt for three seconds, then the lens turned and slowly scanned her curly hair scattered on the pillow and half of her face that was red from sleeping.

Northeastern old man's voice and words: [When I woke up, I found a strange thing growing in my quilt. ]

Three second pause.

【Friends, tell me, is this normal? 】

Comments from the crowd:

normal!!!

as well as.

Damn, bad luck!!!!