Heart attack

Chapter 207 Boiling
It may be a class reunion, her dreams are all about her student days.

The sky of Huaida is very blue. Located outside the city, the air is very clear. Surrounded by green sycamore trees with luxuriant branches and leaves, the clear sky at the feet is especially midsummer.

Under the sun, she returned to the year when she was 21 years old, standing in the blue building in front of the library, enjoying the baptism brought by the blue sky and white clouds.

Suddenly, it seemed that a figure broke in. The figure had no face, only a vague shadow, and even the human nature could not be seen clearly. Tang Hong also rubbed the shape carefully, feeling familiar.

It's very familiar, but I can't remember it.

When she woke up the next day, Ji Wenyin was already lying beside her and playing with her mobile phone, with a flattering smile on her lips, "Did you have a sexual dream?"

"Fuck you." She turned over, "When did you wake up?"

"In the middle of the night, I woke up and suddenly couldn't sleep." She said, and put the screen in front of Tang Hongyi, "Then I saw this."

The strong light source made her frown, she squinted her eyes to get used to it, and read out the words, "The feast of the chairman of Shengshi Group will help the 'Start Sail' plan."

"Not only that, but he also invested in scientific research, studying the human brain." Ji Wenyin completed the next sentence for her, "What do you think Mr. Sheng thinks, film and television, e-sports, and now outer space and the human brain are all important?" Get involved, for what?"

"To help the country, improve economic efficiency in all aspects, and contribute to the aviation industry and scientific research, this is not what everyone should do. He can do as much as he has the ability, and just understand."

"Of course I understand what Guan Guan Tang Huang said. The point is that the feast is a businessman, and the businessman must be profit-oriented. The Sheng family is an expert in the home furnishing business, and its hotels are well received. Even film and television dramas are being scheduled. Why do you think there is a need for a feast?" Mix it up."

She analyzed clearly, "It can't be that he looks at the moon to catch the stars."

"Maybe, everyone has their own ambitions, and Sheng Yan is not an ordinary person."

"That's true, but I'm more concerned about the human brain. What's there to study about the human brain? It's just a pile of brains and waste." Ji Wenyin said.

Tang Hong also couldn't refute, chuckled: "And the cerebellum and brain?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, Ji Wenyin took the lead to get up and tidy herself up, and met Song Qingke as soon as they went out, the two exchanged a few words, Tang Hong also continued to play with the phone while tucking in the quilt.

After getting drunk, she always needs to return to her mind's composure once time has passed. She lights up her mobile phone, and there is still a feast chat box in the mobile phone. She froze and blinked her eyes twice.

After yesterday's voice message, Feast also had a reply, which was also a voice message.

She secretly put the phone to her ear, the sound was just right.

"Good night, Xiaoyi."

Simple four words, but as long as they were said when they parted, there would always be a trace of tenderness in her heart, and the light of the world seemed to shine on her heart.

The scorching sun of midsummer is like fire, sticky burning caramel, dotted on the bedside bare fingertips, and the red fingertips are itching with cicadas. At that moment, the noise was suppressed in her arms. layer definition.

The wind blows through the treetops, the grass grows and warblers fly, everything is quiet, and the sound of heartbeats is like the jump taken away by the branches, boiling in the blue sea of ​​the sky.

"Tang Hongyi, Wen Yin is awake, but you are still awake."

Song Qingke yelled, hardly giving her any laziness, and stretched out her hand to lift the quilt. She curled up into a ball. Song Qingke glanced at her, "Do you have a fever?"

These words caused Ji Wenyin to rush over, and the two of them gathered around the bed, the mint smell of black toothpaste wafting from Ji Wenyin's mouth.

"Your face is too red, isn't it a high fever?" Song Qingke hurried out to find a thermometer, while Ji Wenyin inquired a little bit with malicious eyes.

Later, when Song Qingke stepped out of the room, she sat down while brushing her teeth, "Hey, my little darling, what's wrong?"

　Tomorrow is Tanabata, I hope everyone will have a sweet love.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)