Shan Xiaoxi woke up and rubbed her painful head. She didn't understand why she didn't wake up in her room. She shook her confused brain and tried to remember. She remembered that Du Ruo was very drunk yesterday and she also drank a lot.
Drink, and then...a taxi...take him into the house...the two of them fell on the bed together...
Just when she was thinking about something from last night, a long leg suddenly put it on her waist, startling her and causing her to wake up. Could it be that this leg belonged to Du Ruo? After the two of them fell on the bed, they did not do anything
Did something fatal happen? She lifted the quilt and took a sneak peek: "Fortunately, the clothes are all there."
She gently opened the long leg and moved it away before she dared to turn around and look at the man who had spent the night with her.
At this moment, Du Ruozheng was lying next to her calmly. His drunken appearance yesterday had disappeared, and he was as clean as a child, but his thick eyebrows were furrowed. Shan Xiaoxi really wanted to reach out and smooth the word "Chuan" between his eyebrows. The two of them
Both of them are wandering outside the love of others. She and the man she loves actually have the same problem, which is a bit ridiculous to think about.
Shan Xiaoxi lay on his side, quietly admiring Du Ruo's sleeping face. Although this man was not as handsome as Gu Chao, he was still a handsome and elegant golden tortoise.
"Juchu..." Du Ruo suddenly stretched out his long arms and hugged Shan Xiaoxi hard.
"Du Ruo, I'm not..." Shan Xiaoxi wanted to explain, but Du Ruo had already lowered his head and kissed her. Shan Xiaoxi's face suddenly turned red. Maybe because of her bold and handsome personality, men only regarded her as a friend.
She has lived for twenty-eight years and has yet to experience real kissing. "Duruo...I am..."
Du Ruo suddenly stopped all movements and lay on top of Shan Xiaoxi, as if he had fallen asleep again.
Shan Xiaoxi covered her violently beating heart, quietly pushed away Du Ruo, who was sleeping to death, put on her shoes, got off the ground silently, and hurried out of Du Ruo's villa before he woke up.
After a long time, Du Ruo opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling in confusion. He had just had a dream, dreaming that Fu Chu was held in his arms and kissed. The heat on his lips was the same as real, but he knew that was impossible.
.Pu Chu and Gu Chao were together.
He sat up, picked up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bedside table and put them on. Just as he was about to get out of bed to wash up, he saw a piece of hair dyed millet on the pillow next to him.
Millet color?
This length is like a woman's hair.
He has always been a germaphobe and has never let outsiders in his bed. Where did this hair come from?
Last night, he was so drunk that he couldn't even remember how he got home. Xiaoxi also drank a lot of wine with him, and the last scene he remembered was that one of them was holding the toilet and the other was holding the washbasin, and they were vomiting.
Could it be that Xiaoxi sent him back?
He took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was already half past eight. He immediately sat up from the bed and rubbed his face vigorously. Over the years, his life was extremely regular. He would get up at five o'clock on time every day without an alarm clock, and then go for a morning run.
After breakfast, he went to work. The stock market opened at 9:30, and he controlled the rise and fall of stock prices with his fingers that could turn stone into gold. Today was the first time that he got up late. It was all caused by a broken love.
Thinking of what might have happened between Ku Chu and Gu Chao yesterday, his heart began to hurt again, like being stung by a bee. At first it only stung, but then it began to swell and the pain spread to all his limbs.
I really hope there is a kind of pain-relieving injection in this world that can cure heartache.