In October, my friend sent a few crabs, all of them were plump and huge. Ye Shaoqian carried a bag and threw it into the kitchen, so he was too lazy to do it again.

I pillowed on the sofa and smoked a cigarette, stood up again, and after thinking about it, I returned to the kitchen and stuffed it into the refrigerator and iced.

When I returned to the living room, I called one by one: "Hey, Meimei, are interested in having dinner together?"

The woman's surprise was beyond words: "Shaoqian! Have finally remembered someone? Where to eat? French or Japanese food, the last time the food was good..."

He interrupted her lightly: "Hairy crabs, the best cube crab, one is enough for two pounds, and I will eat it at my house."

The other end of the phone immediately hesitated: "It's good to go to r house, but... I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach recently, and I'm afraid I can't bear it."

He sneered: "Okay, can take good care of r illness."

"Shaoqian, I'm so sorry. Next time, I'll treat to Japanese food next time."

Before hanging up the phone, he said, "If have bad stomachs, don't eat Japanese food, as sashimi will have stomach perforation."

The woman was probably unhappy and hung up the phone. He got up and put on a blazer and drove to the bar.

The bar was bright and bright, and the men and women saw that he was well-dressed, and there were many people who came forward to meet him, and those who often recognized him as Master Ye, came up to toast. A large number of friends were shaking dice and fists, and they all took off their clothes in the end. Almost everything they could play was played, and they played too crazy. In the end, he drank high, and there was only rippling wine in his blurred eyes. He murmured: Xia Xiaobei, don’t think I can’t do it if I leave .

He was drunk and drove the car downstairs of Xia Xiaobei's house, lit a cigarette, rolled down the car window, and looked at the window with the lights on.

Xia Xiaobei took a shower and was sitting at the head of the bed, staring blankly with a piece of thin paper in her hand. The water vapor leaked out circles of water stains on the edge of the paper. She didn't even wipe her hair, and strands of strands were pressed against her cheeks, dripping water droplets. Her eyelashes were also wet, as if a small fan was hanging down, with crystal tears falling on the edge.

Just as he was in a daze, the phone suddenly rang. She was a little surprised to hear Ye Shaoqian's voice because it was already very late, and he had never called him since that time.

His voice was thick, with a little nasal sound, speechless, and maybe he had drunk alcohol. He asked, "What are doing? You are not sleeping yet."

She was stunned: "I was planning to sleep, so I won't be woken up by ."

He smiled softly: "That's mine, not."

It has been half a month since they last had parted together. His inexplicable performance that night made her feel uneasy when she remembered it. She was most afraid that he would say sorry, and such a weird atmosphere was really awkward. She scolded him like before: "Where are driving under the influence? How many times have told that should not call while driving, and sooner or later will be killed on the elevated road."

This time, he didn't blew his beard and stared at me, "Just curse me, my heart is heartbroken." He said "Oh" abnormally and stopped talking. The phone was so quiet that it made people panic.

She finally couldn't bear it, and she calmed down and urged, "Come on, can drive attentively, be careful on the road, I'm asleep." Without waiting for him to say anything, she hung up the phone in a hurry.

She didn't turn off the lights, lay down and continued staring at the piece of paper in her hand in a daze. She closed her eyes and a drop of cold liquid slid down the side on the pillow. Just as the tears were blowing, the phone rang again. When she saw that it was Ye Shaoqian again, she couldn't help but feel strange, but she answered it.

He asked her, "You haven't slept yet?"

She stammered: "I'm asleep... it's not , I'm quarreling me again..."

He called her: "Xiaobei..."

She didn't respond for a long time, and he called her several times before she asked angrily: "What are doing?"

"You are crying..."

She said, "No." Then she realized that the cold tears had fallen on the back of her hand, one by one, one by one, one by one. It turned out that she was really crying. She raised her hand to wipe it, and the tears came out faster, wet, and tears could not be stopped. The paper in her palm tighter and was almost crushed. She was only twenty-two years old, and she was just graduating from college and still looked student-like in the company, but now she is...

He asked, "What's wrong with ?"

"I'm fine." She took a breath and asked, "Why haven't opened home yet?"

He hesitated for a moment: "Can get down?"

She was still sobbing, and her mind couldn't turn around for a moment, and asked foolishly: "Where is coming down?"

“Go downstairs.”

She took a breath, jumped out of bed and opened the curtains. In the thick night, even the light of the street lights was bleak, shining alone, a Maybach parked in front of the apartment building.

Too high, I can't see people clearly, only black shadows.

She hurriedly put on her coat and went down. When she entered the elevator, she found that she was wearing slippers except holding her phone, but she didn't care. When she left the apartment building, she saw Ye Shaoqian leaning against the body of the car. He was only wearing a thin shirt with a half-disassembled collar and a smell of alcohol in the air.

She stood at the entrance of the corridor for a moment and didn't know whether she should go forward.

He looked at her from afar through the night, and after a while, he leaned over into the car, pulled out his suit jacket on the back of the chair, and walked towards her.

"It's cool tonight, why don't wear more before going down?" He drank too much, and the air was filled with alcohol when he spoke, and his suit was a little clumsy when he put it on her shoulders.

He bent down, and the faint fragrance in her hair was the smell of shampoo. He actually stuck it on and sniffed it. Because just after taking a shower, the breath on her body was emitted in the air, a little sweet. After so long, he realized that she never used perfume. Such a faint fragrance, perhaps the smell of shampoo or moisturizer, in short, none of so many women had the same fragrance as her, and could not even find the similar ones. The unique smell on her body was never found anywhere else.

He hugged her a little uncontrollably and breathed her smell hard. After so long, he found that he was shamelessly missing her smell.

She couldn't get out of it, so she shouted: "Ye Shaoqian, don't run away if drink too much!"

He didn't answer, turned her face and kissed her hard, as if he had used all his strength to lock her in his arms. If he could, he really wanted to rub her into his body.

She might not be well off after leaving him. He almost thought that the bones were in his arms. He paused for a moment, dragging her chin with both hands, her whole face was smaller, and her eyes were haggard and unconscious.

"Xiaobei," he couldn't help but call her name over and over again and asked her, "Can I ask me to take care of ...ah?"

The romantic and handsome ng master Ye, how could he be so humble? He asked her carefully, his tone almost begging. He knew that he was helpless, and even if he was embarrassed, he would ask, even if he died, he would have to die with his eyes closed, right?

Xia Xiaobei just looked at him quietly. When he kissed her just now, she knew how to struggle, but now she was just looking at him like a puppet. Her eyes were very dark, and her pupils were almost as dark as the whites of her eyes. She looked at him, with nothing in her eyes, only a kind of empty peace.

He suddenly felt relieved. He dragged her hands and slid down dejectedly. He turned his body and lit a cigarette. Unexpectedly, he choked on the first puff and couldn't stop coughing, so he had to rub his face and pinched the cigarette out again.

The night was so quiet that it was so silence that he felt so funny that he drove the car here while drunk. He didn't seem to have to say anything extra. He opened the car door and was already planning to leave.

"Can I ask something?" Her voice was very small, but very clear.

Ye Shaoqian suddenly turned around.

"Please... must help me, or my life will be over..." Her tone was almost humble, but her eyes flashed with indescribable fanaticism. She stared at his face, his eyes as if they were staring at the only hope in the world.
Chapter completed!