Looking at that sleeping face, Ruan Qingqing suddenly had an urge to vomit blood. Shu Dijie
He... actually fell asleep with her thigh pillowed like this.
"Hey, wake up, you should get up."
She pushed him hard and let him sleep for half an hour is a great gift to him. After all, their relationship is not a lover or a friend. Such intimacy is always uncomfortable, although between them There have been actions more intimate than this.
"Don't move, let me lean on for a while, just a while, so tired."
With his brows clumped together tightly, Xie Zhenting muttered softly, turned around, put his arms around her waist, buried his head on her chest, and fell asleep again.
"you… "
Both hands were raised high as if surrendered, and looking at the dark mass on his chest, Ruan Qingqing realized once again what it means to be self-inflicted.
He kept arching his head on her chest, seemingly dissatisfied with the stiffness of her body. Finally, after finding a suitable position, he didn't move again.
Under the bright light, Ruan Qingqing looked at him carefully, and found for the first time that he was indeed quite good-looking, as if his eyes were closed at this time, curled up in her arms like an elegant cheetah. The sexy thin lips were pursed slightly, seeming to be suppressed, but the slightly blue eye circles faintly hinted at something.
He exhaled silently, those slender fingers involuntarily stroked his fortitude cheek, and there was a cool touch in the place where the fingertips passed. At this time, he had no trace of evil charm, no indifference, no Aside from the sarcasm, some are just the kind of baby-like simplicity revealed by the removal of the defense of the whole body.
The night was getting deeper, and I don't know when the wind had blown outside the window, and there was a terrifying sound from beating on the glass window.
Wrapped his arms around his body, pressed his face against his back, unable to resist the bursts of sleepiness, Ruan Qingqing slowly closed his eyes.
The night was silent. When I woke up again, the sun was shining outside the window. The wind had stopped last night, but even in the house, she could still feel a coolness coming. Looking around, she was already lying peacefully. .
What about him
Subconsciously, she turned her head, the other side of the bed was empty, and there was a cold chill on her hand, and there was no trace of anyone lying down here.
At that moment, looking up at the ceiling, she exhaled a long breath, and suddenly she couldn't tell what kind of feeling she felt in her heart. It seemed to be empty, like a flat boat in the sea with nothing to lose.
When turning around inadvertently, a piece of paper pressed down by the phone caught her attention, and when she picked it up, she saw a line of bold characters on it—
Last night was the most reliable night I have slept in the past five years. Thank you. In return, I will let you eat the most delicious meal in the world tonight.
In the lower right corner, behind a smiling face are the three characters of Tse Ting Ting and Long Feifengwu.
The corners of her lips raised slightly, Ruan Qingqing laughed unconsciously, picked up the phone and looked at it, and suddenly realized that it was already 9:30 in the morning.
After washing, she walked out of the bedroom. In the living room, Madam Zhang was cleaning, and she quickly greeted her when she came out.
"Too early"
She said with a smile, and don't give her a deep look.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Looking at her, Ruan Qingqing touched her face subconsciously.
"No... No, I'm just happy for my wife, so I can see Yueming, my husband is actually a very good person."
Zhang Ma said this again, still as if there was something in the words.
"What do you mean?"
What she said made Ruan Qingqing even more puzzled.
"Haha, it's okay, does the madam want to eat? The porridge is already warmed in the pot."
"No, I'm going to pay homage to my uncle in a moment. Give me a glass of milk, thank you."
When she walked to the dinner table, Ruan Qingqing sat down and looked at Madam Zhang's expression that something was wrong, but since she didn't say anything, she didn't plan to ask.
After simply having breakfast, she walked out of the room accompanied by Zhang's mother, and unexpectedly found that there was no one outside the door.
"Mother Zhang, where are they?"
She asked suspiciously, if she remembered correctly, on the day she was discharged from the hospital, there were four sturdy men guarding outside the door.
"It was taken away by the husband a long time ago"
Tie the windbreaker on her, Zhang Ma said.
"Withdrawn? Where did you withdraw?"
When she said this, countless thoughts flashed in Ruan Qingqing's mind. Does this mean that it will be more convenient next time she wants to escape
"The husband said that the wife is not a prisoner, and she needs to have her own space and freedom, so those people don't have to stay there anymore. The wife can do whatever she wants, but there is one thing—"
Speaking of this, Zhang Ma suddenly stopped.
"what?"
Ruan Qingqing asked subconsciously, pitifully, the man finally found out with his conscience.
"Must be back here before nine o'clock in the evening"
Looking at her, Zhang Ma said all the unfinished words.
"Ok"
Nodding vigorously, Ruan Qingqing quickly walked to the elevator.
This is a cemetery backed by mountains and water. Uncle’s tomb is at the innermost point. In two years, the small pine trees planted next to the tombstone have grown a lot taller, and there are occasional birds singing cheerfully.
Here, uncle shouldn't be lonely.
"Uncle, I'm here to see you."
She whispered, putting a handful of white daisies in her arms in front of the tombstone, "I'm sorry, I haven't come to see you until now."
Staring at the smiling face on the tombstone with a warm smile, his nose couldn't help but feel sour. When the wind blew, a drop of crystals fell on the cold marble slab under his feet.
"Uncle, rest in peace."
After bowing three deeply, putting on her sunglasses, she turned and walked towards the exit of the cemetery.
The hour hand quietly pointed to eleven o'clock in the morning. Sitting in the car, Ruan Qingqing had no expression on her face. Through the car window, she stared at the cemetery, tears filled her eyes again.
At this moment, the mobile phone in her bag rang suddenly, and when she picked it up, she pressed the answer button—