A car parked beside the dim streetlight, and she could vaguely see a tall figure standing in front of the car. It was still dark and she couldn't see his face clearly.
But his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, as if he could feel those eyes looking at him.
Is it him? Her fingers holding the railing were a little white, and she stared closely, unable to take her eyes away. She really couldn't see his face clearly, but she had a feeling that that figure was Meng Beichen.
She couldn't tell what she was feeling in her heart. Han Yixing, you are conflicting again. Do you still want to see him?
In fact, you are also afraid of seeing it. So, what does it matter now? For a figure whose appearance you cannot see clearly, your heartbeat is even accelerating. How can this be done? [
That must not be him, she shouted to herself again, turned around and hurried into the room, turned off the light very quickly, and buried herself under the quilt.
But her mind could no longer calm down, and the warm quilt could not dispel the coldness on her body.
She never heard the sound of the car. Could it be that he was already standing there before she went out?
She suddenly wanted to cry. Meng Beichen, what do you want to do? You just want to torture me on purpose and make me think of you every day. Why don't you go back to Lincheng?
The car downstairs left around five o'clock, and Han Yixing never fell asleep again. He looked at the ceiling with empty eyes, and light gradually came out of his empty eyes.
The sound of the car starting almost made her jump, but it finally took away all her strength.
When Han Xiaorou goes to kindergarten, she always feels like someone is following her. Is she thinking too much, or is she just that sensitive?
The Star Bar was closed during the day, so she would go directly to the office upstairs to guard her online store, or write something casually, but couldn't help but flip to another account.
After that, many people came to inquire about the Liberty Paradise community, but she never went online again, but what is certain is that the houses there were still not sold.
She stared blankly again, remembering that she had taken these photos with him. Did he deliberately put down his work to accompany her at that time?
As she watched, she unconsciously scribbled on the paper. When there was a knock on the door, she was stunned for a moment, and then she saw Meng Beichen, who had written densely on a piece of paper.