Heart attack

Chapter 132 Mass sending?

That is, Neptune is fishing for your heart, but he will not let you succeed. You obviously have something you like very much, but you are only a dollar short.

Terrible.

Putting aside unnecessary factors, Tang Hongyi couldn't help but scratched his head and waited for the next sentence to appear, and asked a question proactively and restrainedly.

Tang Hongyi: Group posting?

SY: ...

Tang Hongyi: Little assistant?
The search for the bottom line forced the person on the opposite side to type the third text in the dialogue.

SY: People.

Tang Hongyi: So what do you want to say?
SY:?
Tang Hong also searched for a picture of "the other party is typing..." and threw it over, with the text: You just learned about electronic products, don't you know that WeChat will display it?

SY: ...

Tang Hongyi: I can speak without typing.

The news stopped again, and the other end of the banquet was still stuck in typing words. It had been so long that she had unknowingly returned to the head of the bed and rolled around three or four times with the quilt in her arms.

Just when he thought that there would be no more news, the phone in his palm suddenly buzzed.

In a daze, Tang Hong also clicked on the phone, the white light stimulated her eyes, and she became sober after a while.

Blinking and blinking, the voice from Sheng Yan actually came.

Tang Hong also turned on the voice, put the mobile phone next to her ear, and a clear and elegant voice came over, thousands of miles away, with the cloud flow of electronic equipment, warming her face and repelling her drowsiness.

Feast: "Rest early, good night."

At night, there was a person with his head covered, and his mobile phone played back this short voice over and over again. After listening too much, he noticed nearby noises. It was on the side of the road, with the sound of cars honking, or in the streets of the downtown area, where the noise of drinking was endless. few.

But it should also be in the car, there is a small sound of air-conditioning airflow, and, before saying this sentence, there is still something to say, which caused the first sound he made was not "Z", but " Y".

What could it be?

I am here?
Tang Hong didn't think about it, and was swept away by sleepiness after a while.

I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. After all, something like that happened, it would be a lie to say that I don't care. I was so scared, even if I was comforted by everyone, I couldn't help but wrap myself tightly when I was lying on the bed.

That kind of tightness belongs to the airtight protective layer.

She landed on a piece of fluff, which was both comfortable and gentle, but also frightening to accidentally step on the ground, and an abyss hung under her feet.

In the past, she has never been so hypocritical.

Probably out of instinct, she had a dream that night, but it wasn't a nightmare.

She dreamed that she became a fox who was beaten and scolded. She was homeless and couldn't find a place to go. When she was squatting on the street waiting to die, there were hands protecting her. Those hands were gentle, delicate, white and slender.

It's kind of like a feast.

Rather, that person is a feast.

Sheng Yan picked her up and took her home. He gave the fox food and drink, and took care of the fox's daily life.

That dream was very sweet, and it made her indulge in sleep and she didn't want to wake up for the time being. Later, she was planning to eat in the fox's den, but suddenly saw the meal in front of her. Live the feast and thus be awakened.

He glanced at the clock in a daze, nine o'clock.

He yawned tiredly, his sleepy eyes were dim and tired, he got up and washed a little, and his body bones recovered a lot.

Click on WeChat, the page interface is still in the chat box of the feast, but there is an extra message.

is the reply she sent.

Tang Hongyi: hdxiehdhgxiwkni.

SY:?
It's over.

"???" What the hell? !

Tang Hong also tried his best to calm himself down. He breathed out several times, and his brain ached. What did she do? Did she accidentally click on it when she slept yesterday?

She supported the sink with one hand, and pinched her mobile phone with the other. Her beautiful eyes were covered by eyelids, and her face was rarely seen with sadness.

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(End of this chapter)