Before leaving, Song Nanwu gave Yun Xiao a cell phone, "Red Wolf's cell phone, see if there's anything you can use."
Yun Xiao reached out to take it and looked at Song Nanwu in surprise.
Can you take someone else’s phone while fighting?
Awesome.
Mo Qiudong sent Song Nanwu to the airport, but Nice and the others did not follow.
In the car, Qianji was eating a bag of potato chips and said, "But the boss's skills are really good. I wonder who will win if he fights against Brother Mo?"
Thinking of the scene where Song Nanwu was fighting with the red wolf just now, Qianji thought it was so handsome.
His movements were crisp and clear, his attacks were swift and accurate, without a trace of dragging his feet, and that dashing figure...
Oh, if only it were a man, she would definitely be able to get him.
"He's quite handsome." Playing with the phone in his hand, Yun Xiaoqing curled his lips and agreed.
When Song Nanwu arrived at the airport, it was already past twelve o'clock.
The wind was quite strong at night, and it felt cold when it hit my face.
Song Nanwu looked at the person wearing a black mask sitting on a suitcase not far away, and quickly walked towards him.
"Captain, if you can't wait for me, why don't you go to the hotel first?" Song Nanwu looked at him and said softly, handing him the hot coffee in her hand.
"The Buddhist lady said she would come pick me up." Si Jin looked at Song Nanwu, but didn't reach out to take the coffee. He accused her coldly, "I called you but you didn't answer, and you didn't reply to your WeChat. If someone didn't know you, they would think you disappeared from the face of the earth."
There was a hint of mockery in his tone.
Song Nanwu explained, "My phone was on silent mode, so I didn't hear it."
As she said this, she took Si Jin's hand and was about to give him the hot coffee, but she was startled.
This hand is too cold.
Song Nanwu frowned and asked, "Captain, why didn't you wait for me inside the airport? It's too cold outside, your hands are frozen."
It's a bit cold.
Hearing Song Nanwu's somewhat worried tone, Si Jin's mouth corners curled up slightly under the mask, and a gleam of light flashed quickly in his deep eyes.
He said in a calm voice, "I thought the Buddhist sister would be here soon, but I didn't expect her to wait until tomorrow."
She could have come to pick him up before 10:50, but as luck would have it, Red Wolf left a little late for some reason, which delayed them some time.
And she had indeed forgotten about the airport pick-up.
Song Nanwu felt a little guilty when she looked at Si Jin, but her face was cold and it was impossible to tell what her emotions were.
"Let's go back to the hotel, Captain," she said, reaching out and pulling the suitcase.
Si Jin sat on the suitcase and didn't get up, letting her pull him along. "Sister, you're a Buddhist, you're quite strong."
He raised his lips slightly and said in a calm voice.
"Yeah." Song Nanwu responded lightly and turned to look at Si Jin.
It seems like after not seeing him for a few days, he has become even more handsome.
Under the lights of the airport, the handsome face was half covered, the deep black eyes were slightly closed, and the long and curled eyelashes could be seen trembling slightly.
Especially the look of her holding the pipa and half covering her face, which is particularly alluring, making people want to take a glimpse of her true appearance.
"Tsk." Watching the two people leave, Long Xun, who had been hiding nearby and pretending to be a passerby, secretly leaned out and couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder they insisted on waiting for someone to pick them up in the cold wind. Ha, they are really scheming, just waiting for someone to hurt them!"
But who is this woman? She looks familiar, like I've seen her somewhere.
Long Xun thought about it, but couldn't remember anything. He took out his phone, took a photo and sent it to the group.
…
Si Jin thought he was going to take a taxi back to the hotel, but he didn't expect someone to pick him up.
Sitting in the back seat holding a cup of hot coffee, Si Jin looked lazily at Mo Qiudong who was driving, squinting his eyes slightly.
He knew this person. Wasn't he the friend of that Buddhist girl?
"I'll take a nap. Call me when you get there." Si Jin said sleepily, resting his head on Song Nanwu's shoulder.
"Yeah." Song Nanwu glanced at him and responded.
While waiting for the red light, Mo Qiudong glanced at the rearview mirror with some boredom, only to see the two of them leaning close together, the picture looking very harmonious.
Suddenly lowering his gaze, Mo Qiudong inexplicably felt as if he had been fed a bowl of dog food.
It was already one o'clock in the morning when we drove back to the hotel.
Mo Qiudong said goodbye to Song Nanwu and drove away.
Si Jin was checking in at the front desk and looked back at Song Nanwu. "Which floor are you staying on?"
"Ninth floor." Song Nanwu looked at him and said.
There was a room available on the ninth floor, so Si Jin checked in smoothly.
Song Nanwu carried his suitcase and took the elevator upstairs with him.
After sending Si Jin to the door of the room, Song Nanwu returned to her room, took a hot bath and prepared to go to bed.
Si Jin sent a WeChat message, "Do you have a hair dryer? The hair dryer in my room is broken."
Washing hair late at night, Song Nanwu frowned slightly and replied, "Yes, I'll get it for you."
Si Jin: [Yes.]
Putting down her phone, Song Nanwu went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer and went to Si Jin's room.
After opening the door in advance, Song Nanwu went in and saw Si Jin wearing a bathrobe, sitting on the edge of the bed and blowing his nose.
Are you catching a cold again?
Song Nanwu's heart tightened, and she quickly closed the door and walked over, reaching out to touch Si Jin's forehead.
The temperature is very hot when you touch it.
Frowning, Song Nanwu looked at Si Jin and said, "Captain, you seem to have a fever."
"Buddhist sister, your hands are too cold." Si Jin said casually, throwing the paper ball into the trash can. He took the hair dryer from Song Nanwu's hand and blew his nose uncomfortably.
With water still dripping from her short hair, Song Nanwu pursed her lips lightly, took a towel beside her and wiped Si Jin's head, saying, "Let's go to the hospital later. Captain, you must have a fever."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She had made him catch a cold again.
Si Jin let her wipe his head, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and refused, "I'm not going to the hospital. I don't have a fever."
He said the same thing last time.
Song Nanwu glanced at Si Jin without saying anything, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the quilt beside her and draped it over him. She then took the hair dryer, plugged it into the socket, and started to blow his hair.
Si Jinyang looked at Song Nanwu, and his deep eyes trembled slightly.
It was the first time someone blew his hair. His fingers felt a slight itch as they passed through the ends of his hair, but it was inexplicably comfortable.
And that person was still dressed in a cool and pure manner, but the way he stood quietly in front of him was extremely peaceful and beautiful.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise in joy. Si Jin felt that the emptiness in his heart over the past few days seemed to be filled with something.
It was a feeling I had never had before, but it felt great.
After Song Nanwu dried Si Jin's hair, he fell asleep, not knowing whether he was uncomfortable or extremely sleepy.
Carefully placing him on the bed, Song Nanwu covered him with a quilt, then took the room card from the bedside table, turned around and walked out.
Si Jin seemed to have noticed something and opened his eyes to look at her, but he couldn't resist the drowsiness in his head and fell asleep.
After leaving the room, Song Nanwu went straight downstairs to ask the front desk where the pharmacy was, and then went there to buy some cold medicine.
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