Yinghan didn't buy any gifts for her parents, so she said hello and went back to her room to do her homework.
As soon as she walked in, her cell phone rang.
Yinghan answered the phone and walked to the bed and sat down. "Hello."
This number is the same number Anze called her last time. Is there anything wrong with him now?
"You don't need to see me outside like this. Come out for a moment." He said in a slightly cheerful voice, and he seemed to be in a particularly good mood.
But in Yinghan's ears, his words were like thunder. Yinghan couldn't help but squeeze the phone tightly with her hands, and her voice became panicked: "You...do you have anything to do with me?"
After what happened this afternoon, she was afraid of seeing him again. At this moment, what on earth did he want to do when he asked her to go out?
"I'm just downstairs from your house..."
She didn't let him say the next words. She had already walked to the window and saw his figure downstairs. If she didn't want her parents to find him, she had to go down. "Wait a moment, I'll come down right away." She hung up.
I picked up the phone, put on casual clothes, picked up all the trash in my house, told my family that I was going to take out the trash, and went downstairs.
Yinghan trotted up the stairs. Yinghan tried not to be too nervous. But she was still very panicked. It was already late at night. How could he come to her and run downstairs to her house? It was so late at night.
Meeting quietly is like having a secret tryst.
After hanging up the phone, she appeared in front of Anze within two minutes, holding a bag of garbage in her hand.
Seeing that she was slightly panting, Anze took the bag from her hand thoughtfully: "What is this? How do you carry it down?"
"That's garbage. I told my parents to come down and take out the garbage." Without this excuse, she really didn't know how to explain to her parents why she came downstairs so late at night.
"But I can just take it myself. If you have anything to say, just tell me! I'm going to take out the garbage later." She didn't give him the bag, but pulled it tightly as if it was not a bag for garbage, but a bag for garbage.
It contains precious toys.
In fact, she was just trying to hide her nervousness. Now Anze was standing in front of her. Fortunately, it was night, and although there was street light, it was still not very bright, so he couldn't see the pink on her face.
Just thinking about the kiss in the afternoon and the words he said, her heart couldn't help but beat wildly.