He Bing read the text message twice---open the door.
Open the door.
Oh my gosh.
He actually came.
He is right outside her door.
He Bing didn't bother to put on his shoes, ran away, and opened the door.
A tall and strong body stood outside the door, standing there like a door god, coming against the light.
It's really Ye Ming.
He Bing looked at him and snorted, "What are you doing here? Qianqian didn't let you spend the night in the hotel room?"
She still held the door and didn't let him in.
Ye Ming stretched out his broad palm and pushed open the door, stepped in with long legs, and closed the door with his backhand.
This action is direct and domineering.
His strong back was gently pressed against the door panel, and he smiled and said, "If I go, someone will cry."
"I won't cry!" Although He Bing said this, she was still very happy in her heart.
Ye Ming lowered his eyes and saw her bare feet, his heroic eyebrows furrowed tightly, "Why are you barefoot?"
He stretched out his strong arm to clasp her waist, and lifted her up with a gentle lift.
He Bing quickly stretched out his two small hands and hugged his neck.
"Hug her so tightly?" Ye Ming smiled lowly, and leaned over to kiss the beautiful tip of her forehead.
He Bing hugged him tighter and said dullly, "I thought you didn't want me anymore."
The word "again" made Ye Ming's heart tighten. He tightened his arms and hugged her hard, "You like me so much?"
He has nothing now and is still lame in his right leg. She is only 24 years old, why does she like him so much?
"Don't you have any idea whether or not I like you or how much I like you?" He Bing looked at him with bright eyes.
The current moment seemed to bring Ye Ming back to the old times, the old times hidden deep in his heart, the happy and wanton old times. In the past three years, he once thought that those old times were far away from him, but now he suddenly looks back,
Only then did he realize that everything was there.
She is still there.
She was still the same as he remembered her, and she was still the one he loved most. Her curved eyebrows and star-like eyes were filled with burning love for him. He saw a lot of himself in her eyes.
Ye Ming's handsome eyebrows were raised, "I bought you a gift. It's in my trouser pocket. You can take it yourself."
Did he buy a gift for her?
He Bing's eyes lit up, and he quickly stretched out his little hand and kicked it into his trouser pocket, "What kind of gift is it?"
Through the thin fabric, her soft little hands touched the strong muscles of his thighs, causing his waist and abdomen to stiffen.
At this time, He Bing touched the gift and took it out. There was a lipstick in his hand.
He actually gave her lipstick.
A man gives a woman lipstick.
He Bing's eyes were filled with smiles. She couldn't put it down and played with the lipstick in her hand. She asked in a sweet voice, "How much does this cost?"
"Not much, 3999."
What?
He Bing took a breath of air, "Your salary is only 4,000 yuan, and you spent 3,999 to buy a lipstick? Ye Ming, are you crazy?"
She glared at him angrily.
Ye Ming, "Go and wipe it for me."
He Bing was angry. He spent money indiscriminately, spending all of one month's salary. He was no better than before. In the past three years, he had sent those children from the mountains to study in the imperial capital, and he didn't have a penny in his bankbook.
"I dont go."
"Disobedient?" He cursed in a low voice and pinched her waist hard with his big palm.