"Prince Xi is so annoying to take care of you, that's all, bye."
After Ling Weifeng finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone and turned off the phone.
Prince Xi's eyebrows were cold, and the busy tone on the phone made him more and more angry.
Called again, it was turned off.
His face seemed to be covered with a layer of blackness.
Throwing away the phone, walked to the bar, took out a bottle of tequila, poured it into his stomach like boiling water.
His eyes inadvertently met the funny pig's head on his wrist, and he smiled silly, just like her.
Silly and silly, a little cute and silly, he likes it very much.
I don't know why I like it, but it's because of her.
He looked up and looked around the huge apartment, it was really deserted.
He used to live alone and didn't feel anything, but now he's used to her presence, without her, he suddenly felt countless loneliness flooding in like a tide, almost drowning him.
After drinking a lot of wine, his face was flushed, his eyes were moist, and he was a little drunk.
Touching the pig's head with his hand, his drunken eyes suddenly became firm.
He didn't want to wait any longer, he had to let her know his intentions, otherwise, with her Yulin head, she probably wouldn't know how to get enlightened in the Year of the Monkey.
No matter how she reacts when she finds out, he won't let go.
No matter what difficulties she has, he can help her solve them.
If she doesn't want to say it, that's okay, he can wait.
As long as she gives a deadline, he can wait as long as she wants.
Because she deserves it.
As for whether she would refuse, this issue was out of his consideration. She was his fiancee, the woman he liked, and she was destined to be his wife in this life!
After making up his mind, he felt a lot more relaxed. He went back to his room and took his mobile phone.
Tried again, still turned off.
Thin lips pursed into a straight line, and sent a message.
"Tomorrow at noon, I have something to talk to you."
Shut down and go to sleep.
In the hotel, Ling Weifeng curled up into a ball, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
There were several pillows stuffed in the quilt.
There was one on the head, one under the waist, one between the legs, two in the hands, and one on the stomach.
He stared helplessly at the ceiling, listlessly.
"Ah, it's so annoying."
"Why can't I fall asleep, why can't I fall asleep?" She patted the white soft pillow in her arms vigorously, cursing angrily.
"Damn him, Prince Xi, what are you doing in my head, causing my brother to suffer from insomnia?"
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault, it's all your fault, let me hug you to sleep, what should I do now that I'm used to it."
"You're not here..." I felt so cold.
She's used to his body temperature, now that he's not here, she can't sleep alone.
Half of Ling Weifeng's body was lying on the bed, while her head was hanging down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
The indoor temperature has been adjusted to 27 degrees, and she is almost as hot as a roast pig, but why does she still feel cold, so cold that she can't sleep.
I don't know if it's cold or cold.
"Empty and lonely and cold..."
She wailed and sighed continuously, and suddenly sat up straight.
Her gaze was dim, and she heard that when she stood upside down, the blood would flow back to her head, which would make people unable to think. She didn't know if it was true, but she wanted to try.
So he stood up, and with a direct somersault, his feet leaned against the wall, his hands propped up the bed, and he stood upside down.
"Ah, why do I still think about him!!!"
Put your feet down and sit cross-legged on the bed, your whole body is like an eggplant beaten by frost, limp.
Her mid-length, shattered hair fell to her face, like a slumped vampire in comics, she couldn't love her at all.