1805. Chapter 1805 Spirit BOSS is burning with anxiety 6
Lingyin touched his pocket, but he was wearing pajamas and his phone was not in his pocket, so he couldn't ask someone to drive over to pick him up.
"Lend me your cell phone." Lingyin stretched out his hand.
Huahua touched her pocket and shook her head: "I was so angry just now that I forgot to take my phone."
"Then do you have any money on you?"
Huahua also shook his head: "I didn't bring any money." He turned both pockets out and found them empty, with nothing in them.
Lingyin suddenly felt like a frustrated ball, but his heart felt warm again.
He didn't bring his mobile phone or money. It turned out that he really didn't want to leave, he just wanted to get some fresh air. Lingyin felt that his nerves were also too sensitive.
God knows that Huahua really planned to drive to the airport, but he was stupid for a while.
Both of them burst into tears and laughed.
"What should we do now?"
"Let's walk back." Lingyin said, "If you can't walk, I will carry you."
Why don't you carry a dead person on your back for such a long journey?
Huahua shook her head in frustration: "I have my own legs and I can walk by myself."
Lingyin held his hand, held it tightly, and looked at the moonlight above her head. The soft moonlight fell on the two people. Lingyin couldn't help but look at Huahua for a while, and suddenly thought of something and said, "Wait a minute."
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He ran over and opened the trunk. There was a folding bicycle in the trunk.
Lingyin assembled the folding bicycle in three strokes, five divided by two, and then rode in front of him like a treasure: "Come up, I'll take you back."
"Where did you get the bicycle?" Huahua almost saw the savior, and immediately sat on her side, behind Lingyin, and put her hands around Lingyin's waist.
"Zero left it in my car last time." Lingyin kicked his legs and asked, "Are you seated?"
"Yeah." Huahuamei smiled happily.
Lingyin held the bicycle on his hands and feet, slowly looking in the direction of home under the moonlight.
On the quiet road, occasionally one or two cars pass by.
"Flower."
"what?"
"I've seriously reflected on it. It's really my fault this time. I'll never have that kind of thought for you again. Don't worry."
Huahua's eyes widened and she sighed, "Yeah."
Then he added: "I think too much."
Lingyin pedaled happily: "No, it's my fault to make you angry. I said I wouldn't let you be wronged, but I ended up making things difficult for you. It's inevitable that you want to think too much. I am the culprit."
Huahua thought about his words for a moment and didn't think about it anymore.
I just put my head lightly on Lingyin's back and looked at the scenery on the roadside through the moonlight. I didn't expect that the scenery was quite beautiful. I usually drive by at a fast speed and don't pay attention to the scenery on the roadside, but tonight I was full of interest.
Appreciate it slowly.
Twenty minutes after the car drove home, Lingyin placed a late-night snack in front of Huahua. The two sat in the living room watching the midnight theater while eating. Lingyin stopped Huahua's shoulders and hugged her again.
Admit your mistake.
"You're such a bitch, why do you keep admitting your mistakes? I've already forgiven you." Huahua said, dumbfounded.
Lingyin's eyes were as gentle as the vast sea of stars. Being stared deeply into his eyes, Huahua, a man with high resistance, actually became soft-hearted.
He thought for a moment, moved his lips, and kissed Lingyin.
Then he said: "If I get angry in the future, I won't run away."
Lingyin responded involuntarily: "Well, don't run away. I will become anxious as soon as you run away. I will accept any other way you punish me."