Zheng Yan closed the bathroom door and took a hot bath.
Thinking of the hickey marks on her neck and chest, she dared not look down at herself the whole time.
She was afraid that seeing the traces left by Mo Yongheng would remind her of what happened last night.
She has stolen the chicken, and she has lost a lot of rice.
I can't figure out whether I lost or won.
It's just that now the word "Mo Yongheng" has become her taboo.
When I think of it, I tremble all over, the kind of cowardly wanting to dig a hole to hide.
She was still worried yesterday that he would be angry if he was found out by her, so she specially asked the housekeeping staff to send him a change of clothes this morning in advance.
result…
It is estimated that he will be even angrier when he sees that suit now!
"buzz—"
Zheng Yan's cell phone rang suddenly.
When she came out in her bathrobe after taking a shower, she saw that there were already several missed calls on her mobile phone. The one that was ringing should be the fifth...
Seeing the name of the person jumping on it clearly, she stretched out her hand and hung up without thinking.
Tuck your phone into the pillow, then plop down on the pillow!
It's Mo Yongheng's call.
he woke up
Call her as soon as he wakes up. Is he going to settle accounts with her, or is he here to make her responsible
No matter what it is, she hasn't thought about it yet, and she can't answer his call yet!
Zheng Yan waited for a while, making sure she couldn't hear the phone ringing, but heard something moving downstairs, she jumped up from the pillow in fright, and rushed to the balcony.
Stretching out his hand, he saw that the person standing in front of the living room was not Mo Yongheng, but her younger brother who was so angry that he would not pay for his life.
She seemed to be collapsed, holding on to the railing of the balcony, and recovered after a while.
Until she heard her cell phone ring again.
After hesitating again and again, he slowly moved back to the room, and carefully stretched out his hand to remove his pillow.
Just as she was about to stop doing nothing, turn off the phone, and then evaporate in the world, the next second, she suddenly saw the caller ID flashing on the phone screen, it was not Mo Yongheng, but Nian Xiaomu.
She reached out and picked it up.
On the other end of the phone, Nian Xiaomu's voice was full of anticipation: "How is it? Is it done? Did you get Mo Yongheng done last night?"
Zheng Yan: "..."
It's done, it's done, but I don't know whether it means she has solved Mo Yongheng, or Mo Yongheng has solved her.
It's a bit embarrassing to say.
But Nian Xiaomu's phone call reminded her of another incident.
When she left the hotel in the morning, although her mind was blank, she still didn't forget to take away the camera and receiver that she installed in the room in advance.
Now everything is in her bag, but she has no courage to look at it.
What if it is transmitted to the computer and the receiver is full of intense images of her and Mo Yongheng last night
ah!
Thinking of that scene, Zheng Yan's face became bloodshot, turning red in a second.
Not even a word.
"Okay, I got it. I just got home and I'm about to look at the photos. I'll bring them to you after sorting them out."
Zheng Yan originally wanted to say, let herself tidy up for a few days, think it through, and then explain to Nian Xiaomu the current situation between her and Mo Yongheng.
Unexpectedly, Nian Xiaomu misunderstood, and when she heard what she said, she immediately opened her mouth.
"Great, then I'll go find you now, just wait for me, I'll be right there."
After finishing speaking, without giving Zheng Yan a chance to refuse, the phone hung up.
"Little Mumu, listen to me..."
On the other end of the phone, there was only a busy tone of "beep beep".
And Zheng Yan's face that became desperate for a second.