I still remember that when he first moved here, Han Shaoqi would go home early every day and have dinner with him. But now, let alone coming back early, even having a meal has become a delusion.
Going out early and coming back late seems to have become Han Shaoqi's life pattern during this period.
Every day when he woke up, he was nowhere to be seen. When he came back at night, he saw another cold face. Ning Xiaotong couldn't help but wonder where the warmth had gone when he first came here.
…
Hearing the sound of the door next door opening, Ning Xiaotong hurriedly ran out, only to see Han Shaoqi dressed casually and about to walk out. She couldn't help but ask, "Shaoqi, where are you going so late?"
Han Shaoqi obviously didn't expect that Ning Xiaotong was still asleep. He paused for a moment, turned around, and forced out a smile, "A few friends asked me out."
Seeing Ning Xiaotong's unhappy face, Han Shaoqi comforted him, "Don't worry, it's all business entertainment."
Ning Xiaotong nodded and watched Han Shaoqi leave. It wasn't until Han Shaoqi's figure was far away that she shouted loudly, "Shaoqi, come back soon."
In the distance, I could only hear the sound floating in the wind, but I didn't hear Han Shaoqi's reply. Maybe because I didn't hear it, Ning Xiaotong curled her lips in self-mockery.
The cold wind blew across my cheeks, causing pain.
Ning Xiaotong crossed her arms and stood under the eaves, letting the cold wind blow by.
In such a big house, when Han Shaoqi is there at night, even though you are not sleeping in the same room, you can feel at ease thinking that there is someone with you.
But, now I am alone, lonely and helpless.
There was a gust of cold wind blowing, and Ning Xiaotong sneezed uncontrollably, then turned around and went back to the house.
That figure still hasn't come back.
The alarm clock on the wall was already pointing to one o'clock in the middle of the night.
Going out at one o'clock in the middle of the night, what kind of entertainment is it that requires going out so late?
I had no sleep all night and kept my eyes open until dawn.
…
It was different from the loneliness and desolation here at Ning Xiaotong.
The lights here can be considered bright, with neon lights flashing non-stop.
As soon as I entered the bar, I saw the woman sitting at the bar, with obvious drunkenness on her face and a trace of confusion in her eyes.
I didn't expect that Sun Yao would still be here getting drunk at such a late hour.
That delicate face was reflected in the flickering lights, full of temptation.
He strode over and drove away the two men who were trying to do something wrong to Sun Yao. He snatched the cup from Huangfu Yao's hand, smelled it and frowned.
He didn't dare to touch the strongest wine, but Sun Yao in front of him was quite bold. He dared to drink such a high concentration of wine. It would be strange if he didn't get drunk.
Huangfu Yao tilted his head and looked at the man beside him, then burped, and the rich aroma of wine hit his face.
Han Shaoqi's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.
He only heard Huangfu's gentle and orchid voice, and his hot breath fell on his ears, "Shaoqi, you are here."
His heart tightened, and he quickly helped Sun Yao, who was leaning in his arms, to stand upright. However, he saw that Sun Yao's body was limp and she couldn't stand firm at all without using her own strength.
He had no choice but to let her lean on his shoulder.
Smelling the quiet fragrance exuding from the person in his arms, with the freshness of white lotus petals, Han Shaoqi looked into Sun Yao's eyes, his eyes blurred.
"Xiaoyao, you're drunk, I'll take you back." After saying that, he helped Huangfu and walked away...