He Mengjie took out her spacious pajamas and toiletries from her suitcase and entered the bathroom.
Half an hour later, she came out of the bathroom, her hair drooped behind her, and her cheeks were red and particularly moist and charming because of the rinsing of hot water.
When Chen Yue saw He Mengjie wearing pajamas, his face was full of lazy breath, and his heart couldn't help but jump.
He saw her leaning over and rubbing her hair with a towel, and stood up and walked to her side: "I'll help you, it might be faster."
He Mengjie was stunned for a moment, then handed him the towel and smiled: "Thank you, Brother Chen!"
Chen Yue asked her to sit down, wrapped her hair with a towel, and rubbed it gently.
He Mengjie sat down and couldn't help but remember the past. Wenxuan had also wiped her hair. However, he always liked to rub her head with a towel, which caused her to protest.
As He Mengjie thought about it, her heart felt ache. She took a deep breath and threw away the things in her mind.
He looked up and accidentally met Chen Yue's gaze. His eyes were filled with different emotions, which made He Mengjie's heart tremble suddenly, and she felt a little uncomfortable because she was not free.
Chen Yue slowly lowered his head, a handsome face leaned close to her, and his voice was very, very gentle: "Xiao Jie--" He rarely calls her like this.
He Mengjie's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her spine was a little stiff. She quickly turned her eyes away and didn't dare to look at him.
Chen Yue had no intention of retreating, and then said: "I know you have suffered a heavy blow before, but as long as you are willing to look forward, there are many excellent men waiting for you in front of you."
The implication of this sentence is...
No matter how dull He Mengjie is, he will never misunderstand this situation. He... is expressing his emotions to her!
He Mengjie's heartbeat was wild and she didn't know how to answer. It was not that she didn't know the answer, but that she was afraid that if she answered, she would hurt him and then lose her precious friendship.
After all, in this foreign land, this friendship is really very, very precious, and she really doesn't want to lose it.
Just when He Mengjie was stuttering and didn't know what to say, her phone suddenly rang. It was the sound of a text message.
He Mengjie was pardoned and hurriedly threw herself on the bed, took out her cell phone from her bag, and said exaggeratedly: "It's so late, I don't know who sent me a text message across foreign countries."
After getting off the plane, she changed into the phone card from the United States. There seemed to be a hint of expectation in her heart, and she didn't know what she was looking forward to.
After a series of strange numbers, a number that was too familiar to the point of being familiar, He Mengjie's heartbeat suddenly paused.
She held the phone and didn't move, and she was hesitant to open it and see it.
"Look, since you can't let it go!" Chen Yue didn't know when he walked behind her, and didn't have to look at that number. Just from He Mengjie's performance, he could guess who sent the text message.
He Mengjie shook her hand and pressed the text message, an unexpected passage.
"Dear little fool, it's already night to come to the United States. Although it's not good to disturb you, I still can't help but wish you good night. I've used your belt, which is very suitable, if not broken.
, I will use it all the time."
Wenxuan has always been a pity for words and doesn’t call much, let alone sending text messages. But what happened this time? He Mengjie took out his generous pajamas and toiletries from her suitcase.
Entered the bathroom.
Half an hour later, she came out of the bathroom, her hair drooped behind her, and her cheeks were red and particularly moist and charming because of the rinsing of hot water.
When Chen Yue saw He Mengjie wearing pajamas, his face was full of lazy breath, and his heart couldn't help but jump.
He saw her leaning over and rubbing her hair with a towel, and stood up and walked to her side: "I'll help you, it might be faster."
He Mengjie was stunned for a moment, then handed him the towel and smiled: "Thank you, Brother Chen!"
Chen Yue asked her to sit down, wrapped her hair with a towel, and rubbed it gently.
He Mengjie sat down and couldn't help but remember the past. Wenxuan had also wiped her hair. However, he always liked to rub her head with a towel, which caused her to protest.
As He Mengjie thought about it, her heart felt ache. She took a deep breath and threw away the things in her mind.
He looked up and accidentally met Chen Yue's gaze. His eyes were filled with different emotions, which made He Mengjie's heart tremble suddenly, and she felt a little uncomfortable because she was not free.
Chen Yue slowly lowered his head, a handsome face leaned close to her, and his voice was very, very gentle: "Xiao Jie--" He rarely calls her like this.
He Mengjie's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her spine was a little stiff. She quickly turned her eyes away and didn't dare to look at him.
Chen Yue had no intention of retreating, and then said: "I know you have suffered a heavy blow before, but as long as you are willing to look forward, there are many excellent men waiting for you in front of you."
The implication of this sentence is...
No matter how dull He Mengjie is, he will never misunderstand this situation. He... is expressing his emotions to her!
He Mengjie's heartbeat was wild and she didn't know how to answer. It was not that she didn't know the answer, but that she was afraid that if she answered, she would hurt him and then lose her precious friendship.
After all, in this foreign land, this friendship is really very, very precious, and she really doesn't want to lose it.
Just when He Mengjie was stuttering and didn't know what to say, her phone suddenly rang. It was the sound of a text message.
He Mengjie was pardoned and hurriedly threw herself on the bed, took out her cell phone from her bag, and said exaggeratedly: "It's so late, I don't know who sent me a text message across foreign countries."
After getting off the plane, she changed into the phone card from the United States. There seemed to be a hint of expectation in her heart, and she didn't know what she was looking forward to.
After a series of strange numbers, a number that was too familiar to the point of being familiar, He Mengjie's heartbeat suddenly paused.
She held the phone and didn't move, and she was hesitant to open it and see it.
"Look, since you can't let it go!" Chen Yue didn't know when he walked behind her, and didn't have to look at that number. Just from He Mengjie's performance, he could guess who sent the text message.
He Mengjie shook her hand and pressed the text message, an unexpected passage.
"Dear little fool, it's already night to come to the United States. Although it's not good to disturb you, I still can't help but wish you good night. I've used your belt, which is very suitable, if not broken.
, I will use it all the time."
Wenxuan has always been a pampering person and doesn’t call much, let alone sending text messages, but what happened this time?