Are sand sculpture trench fans distracted today?

Su Changle was not skilled in applying medicine, and his stumbling and stumbling were not serious, and after a long time, he could feel that he was doing something bad with good intentions, but the other party didn't seem to care much.

In fact, Song Nuan was right in saying a word, he was indeed not that sensitive to pain, or he had already gotten used to it.

The big deal is to replay it by myself while he is away, anyway, Su Changle can't stay in the apartment all the time.

So there is no need to dispel his enthusiasm at this time.

Song Nuan tilted her head to admire the way the boss was bitterly controlling her strength, but she didn't say a word about the slight tingling from her palm.

"I can only bandage up to this extent."

Su Changle looked at his work with a tangled expression, hissed and tugged at his hair, thinking it might as well not do it.

"You..." Xiao Xingxing frowned and stretched his hand back under his eyelids, and looked at it carefully for a long time, as if he had accumulated enough energy to pick something.

It's just that in the end, he just raised his eyebrows and laughed, and even praised him against his will.

Of course Su Changle could see that his words were not right, but he still turned off the light in the room, put his arms around Song Nuan and got into bed, and didn't discuss this matter any more.

Two days and one night without sleep, tossing and turning between the hospital and the company, of course I didn't want to move when my body touched the bed.

Song Nuan quietly turned her head to look at him in the dark, still thinking about the question he asked herself.

It was just a selfie posted on Weibo, and there was not much revealed in that photo except his face. He could have taken it in this apartment.

Anyway, it's just a headshot, no matter how hard the fans try, the microscope girl can't figure out where he is.

But that being the case, why did he have to get outside?

Putting aside Song Nuan's normal personality, he would definitely be too lazy to reply to this, even if Su Changle really cared, he might not be willing to seriously explain if he had to ask the bottom line to force a result.

After all, it would be a bit troublesome to start from the beginning.

But inexplicably, today he suddenly felt that his patience had improved a lot, and he even wanted to drag Su Changle, who had closed his eyes, to take the initiative to explain the reason for doing that.

"Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?" When he was thinking about it, he suddenly spoke first when he studied for a long time and wanted to tell the truth.

His voice was a little tired because of sleepiness, and he sounded very resentful: "Ancestor, you lay comfortably all night, and I haven't closed my eyes for two days."

I should be very busy at work, and I even took time to go to the hospital to guard myself for one night.

Although Song Nuan understands that Su Changle is just using the ward as a studio and not staying up all night for his own sake, she still feels guilty.

"I'm fine, I'm going to sleep soon." He turned his back to the person and pretended to close his eyes.

But in fact, it is not yet eleven o'clock, and it is far from a normal rest time for Song Nuan. In addition, she has something hidden in her heart, and the more she wants to force herself to sleep, the more awake she becomes.

"Are you asleep?"

After about half an hour, Song Nuan hesitated, but asked the question anyway.

Su Changle turned sideways and put his arm on him, and responded indistinctly.

"Today I'm going back to China as a child. Although I can't go to the airport to pick him up now, I still should meet him anyway."

"And I can't let him come to your place, so I asked him out directly, and didn't go too far." Song Nuan turned around slowly, looked in the direction of the person's eyes in the darkness, and said in a low voice.

Of course, he didn't want too much volume to have any impact on his sleep. Su Changle's sound at that volume was not much different from a lullaby.It's just that there is really no need to listen carefully to the former, but Song Nuan should still take it seriously.

It's not easy to get the little star to speak up. I guess if he misses the opportunity, he will look like he doesn't care until tomorrow morning.

Su Changle sighed and pulled him into his arms, and said lazily, "Are you still young?"

Of course, his information is transparent to him. Song Nuan didn't want to hide anything at first, so he nodded and replied quite frankly: "Why can't orphans have a child? I have to criticize your disdain mentality." .”

"Okay, okay, my fault." Su Changle heard the dissatisfaction in this man's words, and was completely in no mood to refute under the sleepy attack, so he began to follow along with the desire to survive: "So, What did you guys do?"

"We just met and had a meal together, and the photo was taken at the restaurant." Song Nuan answered his question honestly, paused and added: "He is a few years older than me, and his family conditions are better...you Should know."

Not only did they know each other, they were actually Su Changle's next two direct juniors before graduation, and the two had a very good personal relationship.

Although it doesn't seem like a relationship of 'best friend' or 'brother', at least they have played together for a long time.

Although Song Nuan's contacts and means can't find out too much, but of course everyone knows what is on the surface.

"Who, Mu Zongjian?"

Su Changle slightly opened his eyes to feel less sleepy, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Do you think I don't know how you two met, or do you think I don't know the news of his return?"

"Tell me so impatiently, and let me guess why."

General Manager Su, who was so sleepy just now that he could ascend to heaven immediately, quickly put his nose against his neck, and took a deep and greedy breath like a beast smelling some fresh blood.

"Afraid I misunderstood that you two have something to do?"