Chapter 377: Bullying of cute cats is prohibited 24

After dealing with all this, Mingnan breathed a sigh of relief, threw away his phone and went to take a shower.

The matter came to an end for the time being, and she could finally have a good sleep.

After running around these few days, even a demon would feel tired.

Mingnan rinsed his tired body with warm water and applied fragrant shower gel. He emptied his mind, slowly rubbed out bubbles, and then rinsed it off.

Finally, she washed her hair carefully, blew it dry, wrapped herself in her newly bought bathrobe, staggered out of the door in her slippers, and then threw herself directly onto the big bed.

She lay there with her arms and legs spread out, not moving for a long time.

Just when 205 thought she had fallen asleep, she jumped up for a moment, then fell back motionless.

205: [? ? ? ]

205: [Stealing corpse? ]

Mingnan: [No, I want to take my phone, but I don’t want to move.]

205: [……]

Your cell phone seems to be right next to your bed?

Mingnan lay down for a while and finally got up.

205: [Want to move now? ]

Mingnan chuckled, "I miss Ningjue."

205: […………]

Maybe it was telepathy, but the next second her cell phone rang.

She stretched out her arm to take a look and saw that it was indeed a message from Ning Jue.

Ning Jue didn't ask her whether she did those things tonight.

Because the answer is obvious.

He sent her a picture of a piano.

The lights in the living room must have been off; the piano was half submerged in the moonlight and half hidden in the dark.

Light and shadow became a knife, cutting the world into two opposite halves.

This time Ning Jue himself did not appear in the camera, not even his hands were shown, but his shadow fell on the ground.

Mingnan saw it at a glance.

She stared at the photo for a long time, too lazy to type, so she sent a voice message, "Why are you still awake so late? Are you practicing the piano so hard and want to change your career to become a pianist?"

Ning Jue stood in front of the French window. When she saw the voice bar pop up, she tried to click on it subconsciously, but then paused.

He turned up the volume to maximum and played it out loud.

Mingnan's lazy voice suddenly rang out in the silent villa.

"You're still awake so late. Are you practicing the piano so hard? Do you want to change your career and become a pianist?"

When the first word came out of his voice, the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

Unfortunately, the audio bar was too short and it ended before I could get a glimpse of what it was like.

So he clicked it again, this time without turning on the speaker, but instead put it to his ear in receiver mode.

He held his breath and moved closer, as if Mingnan was speaking in his ear.

After listening to it, he let out a long breath, turned around and leaned against the piano, and typed: [Is it convenient to video? ]

But he deleted it soon and changed it to [Is it convenient for voice?]

He was already missing her when he hadn't seen her yet, and now that he had seen her, he was afraid he would have complete insomnia tonight.

Mingnan didn't answer this time, but made a voice call directly.

Ning Jue immediately answered the call.

His hands on his waist tightened involuntarily, his Adam's apple moved, and he said softly, "Mumbling?"

Mingnan was lying on the bed, and when he heard the sound of his legs being raised, he couldn't help but shake them.

Through the phone, Ning Jue's voice seemed to sound even gentler.

"Yes, Ning Jue."

"exist."

Ning Jue responded, turned to look at the rose garden outside the window, her eyes full of smiles, "You didn't sleep either, can't you sleep?"

Mingnan smiled and said, "Didn't I ask you the question first? Why are you asking it back to me?"

"I didn't play the piano, I just thought of you when I saw it, but it's true that I couldn't sleep."

"Why can't you sleep?"

After this question was asked, both sides fell silent.

The faint sound of electricity was mixed with the shallow breathing of the two people.

The night was silent, but a thread connected the people who were separated from each other, and the slightest fluctuation touched each other's hearts.

After a while, Ning Jue lowered her eyes and whispered, "I'm thinking about you."

Mingnan couldn't help laughing, "Do you still miss it now?"

Ning Jue said without hesitation, "I do."

"I think about it when I hear the sound."

"More."

Mingnan rolled over on the bed, then lay on his back and raised his arms to cover his eyes. "What should I do? I can't stay awake all night, right?"

Ning Jue pinched his ear and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

"not yet."

"Then I'll play the piano for you."

"good."

Ning Jue put her cell phone aside, turned around and sat down on the piano stool, thought for a moment, and played a gentle song.

Mingnan got up to turn off the light, then rolled into the quilt, put his cell phone on the bedside table and listened with his eyes closed.

The song ended and Mingnan felt drowsy.

Ning Jue called her twice before she heard him, "Hmm..."

Ning Jue stood up with his phone in hand, "Are you sleepy?"

Mingnan said vaguely: "A little bit."

"Aren't you sleepy yet?"

Ning Jue imitated her words and said, "Yes, what should I do?"

Mingnan laughed hoarsely, "I heard that sleepiness is contagious. I won't hang up. Put your phone next to the bed and I'll count sheep for you."

Ning Jue was amused by her.

He pushed open the bedroom door, got into bed in the dark without turning on the light, and after lying down, he turned on the recording mode of his cell phone and placed it on the pillow on the other side.

"Are you ready? I'll start counting." Mingnan said.

Ning Jue closed her eyes and whispered, "Okay."

"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, and a little sheep named Ning Jue..."

Ning Jue smiled in a gentle voice.

"A long time ago, there was a little lamb named Ningjue. He would not sleep in the middle of the night, wandering around everywhere, and he liked to bleat."

"Later..."

After a long period of silence, Ning Jue couldn't help but ask, "What happened next?"

"Then he was eaten up by someone."

Mingnan's voice became quieter and quieter, and could hardly be heard later, with only his shallow breathing remaining.

Ning Jue knew she was asleep, so he didn't call her or hang up the phone. He just fell asleep with her breathing as his pillow.

It turned out that sleepiness is contagious. He couldn't fall asleep before, but now he fell into a dream like a miracle.

…

When Mingnan woke up the next day, he found that his cell phone had run out of battery and was turned off.

They actually called each other all night?

Mingnan quickly found a charger and plugged his phone in, but it was completely out of power.

She yawned, turned around, picked up her laptop, and checked yesterday's news.

As a result, when she logged into WeChat, it got stuck and her agent, for some reason, sent her a bunch of messages.

She clicked on it and saw that after the incident last night, Wang Youbao's company's public relations was unable to come down, and he was furious and helpless. Remembering whose artist Mingnan belonged to, he called her agent and the company's senior executives and scolded them.

Mingnan couldn't help laughing after hearing this. "It's what he deserves. Dog bites dog. It's the most exciting thing."

She ignored the agent's madness and just said: Save your energy for going to the police station to take a statement.

Yang Fan: [? ]

Yang Fan: [What do you mean? ]

Yang Fan: [Are you crazy? If you really go to the police station and you and the company fall out, do you still want to stay in the industry?]