"You're crazy, stop it!" Grandma's voice sounded, waking Han Murphy from his nightmare. When he opened his eyes, the surroundings were dark, without Grandma, and without Su Xiaoxiao.
He sighed softly, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his hands, drove away the fear hidden in his bones, grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table, and called his secretary Alice in Shanghai.
"Alice, what hotel did you book this time?"
"Mr. Han, what's wrong? Are you dissatisfied?" Alice had obviously just been woken up from her sleep by him, her voice was a little hoarse.
"What's wrong? It's so high. Whenever the wind blows in Shanghai, I feel like I'm shaking! I can't sleep every night. You're going to kill me!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Han, I'm sorry, Mr. Han... I will help you change a hotel tomorrow. You will just have to make do with it tonight." Alice apologized frantically, almost crying.
"Tomorrow? Maybe I will still be alive tomorrow!" Han Murphy sneered and hung up the phone.
It started to rain heavily outside, and the raindrops hit the glass window, making a dull sound.
Han Murphy took a deep breath, turned around, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door.
Every time he had that dream, his emotions would get out of control.
He couldn't remember how long ago he had last had that dream.
He only remembered that at that time he could not clearly see the face of the woman in the dream.
But this time, he saw clearly that it was Su Xiaoxiao!
Turn on the faucet in the shower room, and the warm water flows all over your body.
Time can dilute many things, but some memories last a lifetime.
A lifetime of nightmares, a lifetime of curses!
Turning off the faucet, he pushed open the glass door, reached out and grabbed a bath towel to wipe away the water on his body.
My body slowly cooled down, and my mood became much calmer.
He looked at himself in the mirror, curled his lips slightly, and said to himself: "Su Xiaoxiao, let us go to hell together."
When he walked out of the bathroom, he saw five missed calls displayed on his mobile phone, all from his secretary Alice.
Pressing the call back button, he asked angrily: "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Han, I have booked a room for you. You can move there now. Do you think I should ask someone from the hotel to pick you up, or should you drive there yourself?" Alice's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"It's very late today, let's talk tomorrow." After saying that, Han Murphy hung up the phone with a "click". Alice stared at the phone in a daze, wondering whether she should call again or talk tomorrow.