This time, I got up first and made breakfast for her, who was sleeping as sweetly as a baby in the room.
Even so, my heart is still filled with indescribable happiness.
Maybe this is what is called love.
When you really meet the girl you like in life, no matter what you do, you will be willing to do it and you will be happy.
I made breakfast and brought it out one after another.
Place it on the dining table.
I looked at the time and found that it was pointing to 8 o'clock in the morning.
Prepare to go upstairs to wake her up.
But when he reached the stairs, he couldn't help but stop.
He pursed his lips and smiled, and then he remembered that this guy didn't know what time he went to bed last night. Would it be too early to wake her up now?
Thoughts flashed across my mind, but I still couldn't bear it. After thinking about it, I decided to forget it and let her sleep a little longer until she woke up naturally.
Turn around, return to the dining table, and look at the neatly arranged breakfast directly opposite.
Although it's just a very simple fried egg, a piece of bread, and a glass of warm milk.
But the scene is very warm.
It feels like home.
Leng Zimo smiled happily, then turned to the living room and turned on the TV.
Holding the remote control in hand, I selected my favorite sports channel.
I sat there flipping through a magazine and glancing at the TV from time to time.
When his favorite event was broadcast on TV, Leng Zimo put down the magazine in his hand very excitedly and watched with concentration.
At this moment, I heard the cell phone ringing on the dining table.
Leng Zimo, who was watching the highlight part, didn't want to get up and answer it.
But what I didn't expect was that the phone's ringtone was ringing one after another.
Leng Zimo had to stand up and reluctantly looked away from the TV screen.
With a dark face, he walked to the dining table.
He said angrily and impatiently: "Who is it?"
Just listen to the voice announcement immediately coming from the mobile phone, "Leng Ziyan."
Leng Zimo stepped forward, picked up the phone, and asked in confusion: "Why is she calling me so early? Didn't she go home last night?"
Holding the phone impatiently, he said in a hoarse voice: "Sister, what are you doing so early?"
What came from inside was Leng Ziyan's urgent voice, "Where are you now?"
Leng Zi silently responded; "Apartment."
"Apartment? Didn't you hear me ring the doorbell just now?" Leng Ziyan said in confusion.
Leng Zimo changed the topic directly, with a vague premonition, "Are you outside the door?"
"That's right, open the door?" Leng Ziyan responded calmly.
But I could still hear her anxious breathing through the phone.
Because bursts of rapid breathing were reaching Leng Zimo's ears through the microphone.
"I know." Leng Zimo responded coldly.
She turned around and came to the door, opened it, and found that the door had been locked by herself, and there was a hurdle added. No wonder her key couldn't open it.
Leng Ziyan was waiting anxiously by the door.
When Leng Zimo opened the door, Leng Ziyan couldn't wait to get straight to the topic, extremely anxious, "Daddy is gone."
Leng Zimo was startled at first, "What?"
Leng Ziyan explained anxiously: "Last night, my dad told me that he wanted to be alone, so I sent Cha Zhixian home first, but then, when I returned home, I waited
It's been a long time since I saw my dad come back. I called him, but no one answered the phone."