My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

After Captain Kampot and his party came back, dinner was ready. They couldn't help admiring the hot dinner and luxurious toilet.

Everyone said that it was Zhuang Nan and Feng Lanchu's credit.

The two experts only waved their hands modestly to say everyone's credit.

In the evening, the little soldiers sang many songs on the plateau to add to the fun. In the beautiful scenery and in the warm tent, everyone felt extremely happy.

When it was time to go to bed, Su Rui mentioned that she was afraid that she would want to sleep in the middle of the bed.

Since everyone in the tent is a sleeping bag, there is no such thing as taking advantage, and it is indeed cold and dangerous in the wild.

Everyone also agreed to let the girl sleep in the middle.

Zhuang Nan and Li Yue chose to sleep on the left and right sides, Jiang Anzhi thought for a while and put the sleeping bag next to Li Yue.

Compared to the snoring Zhuang Nan and the grinding Qin Zhuo, Li Yue is his best choice.

To his surprise, Feng Lanchu also dragged his sleeping bag to his side.

Rao is the most favorite position was snatched by Teacher Feng first, but Su Rui was too embarrassed to say it again, so she could only move to the middle of Feng Lanchu and Qin Zhuo in secret hatred.

Qin Zhuo also regretted that he was cut off by An Zhige again.

But this time Teacher Feng chose it himself, so I feel wronged.

After simply washing their faces with hot water, everyone prepared to go to bed.

Even with a thick sleeping bag, the chill from the permafrost layer continued to radiate. Fortunately, there was still some heat from the stove where we ate just now to comfort everyone.

It was a day of trekking and being stuck in a car to set up a tent. After a while, everyone fell asleep, and the sound of snoring and teeth grinding began to come and go.

After a long stalemate in the sleeping bag, I still didn't feel sleepy.

Feng Lanchu silently crawled out of the sleeping bag, and dragged the thick blanket outside.

The starry sky on the plateau is clearer and more transparent than that in the mainland. Although the night is cold, the stars are beautiful.

Wrapped in a blanket to look at the stars, still clutching my heating thermos in my hand, I took a sip of the hot water that I had specially packed just now, and I felt comfortable all over.

After a while, footsteps came from behind, and in a blink of an eye, it was Jiang Anzhi who walked out.

"Why did you come out?"

Feng Lanchu asked in a low voice.

Compared with Feng Lanchu, Jiang Anzhi couldn't fall asleep. Feeling that the people around him had not returned after going out for a long time, he came out to have a look with some worries.

Unexpectedly, she was here alone looking at the stars happily.

Jiang Anzhi was only wearing an outdoor fleece thermal and windproof jacket and didn't have time to put it on. When he went outside, it suddenly became cold, so he sneezed.

"Why do you wear so little!"

Feng Lanchu spread the blanket disapprovingly: "Come here quickly."

Jiang Anzhi frowned, and obediently walked over and sat down.

Feng Lanchu took out half of the blanket on her body, made sure that he was covered, and stuffed the thermos cup into his hand.

I just felt my waist tighten after finishing, and the next second I fell into a thick and warm embrace.

"What are you doing?" Feng Lanchu struggled softly, for fear of waking up the people in the tent.

"Don't move, the plateau cold can be big or small."

Jiang Anzhi teased her with what she had said, and after he finished speaking, he put the thermos bottle in her hand, and put his hands around her waist, which was much warmer than that little cup.

"Mr. Jiang..." Feng Lan gave him a speechless glance, "We seem to be divorced."

"When did it happen?" Jiang Anzhi glanced lazily at Tianxing.

"The papers are still in your living room."

"I didn't see it."

Jiang Anzhi seems to have recovered a lot. Compared with the lifeless daytime, he is still mentally cheating now.

"Where is the good gentleman?" She asked speechlessly.

"Who?"

Jiang Anzhi glanced at her lazily, as if what he said had nothing to do with him.

"How do you..."

Feng Lanchu wanted to say something, but Jiang Anzhi approached her without warning, and pressed her lips.

"!!!"