The evening breeze was so cold that even the air seemed to be frozen.

Zhou Ling turned her head away, and the street lamp hit her face, as if it had added a layer of light to her delicate appearance.

She looked fixedly at the flower beds not far away, and the greenery helped little by little.

In such an atmosphere, it seemed that no matter how small things were, they were magnified in Zhou Ling's eyes.

"It's okay to be angry, don't let me find you can?"

There was a deep voice trembling in his ears, and the words "is it okay" were even softer than the wind.

Almost inaudible, with the joy of being lost and regained, and the caution of a man.

With a sigh, Zhou Ling slowly turned his head and raised his eyes to look at Rong Zheng.

"Not anymore. ”

She didn't explain too much, just smiled with relief, and the knot in her heart had quietly dissipated.

Rong Zheng hugged her, and the hand on her waist gradually tightened.

Regarding those things that disturbed his mind, Zhou Ling didn't say anything, and he didn't ask.

The two of them tacitly hid everything that had just happened in their hearts and didn't say a word.

"Go home. ”

Rong Zheng lowered his eyes, covered Zhou Ling's hand with his right hand, and said softly.

"Hmm. ”

Zhou Jing smiled, "I'll go drive." ”

On the way home, Zhou Ling suddenly realized something, and asked sideways, "You came from such a long way just now?"

Rong Zheng looked sideways at the scenery outside, the heat was already bright, and the heavy night was gradually diluted in color.

"Hmm. He replied in a muffled voice, and then looked intently at the scenery outside, without saying a word.

Obviously, he still has lingering feelings and lingering about Zhou Ling's sudden disappearance just now.

Zhou Ling shook her head with a smile, she found that sometimes Rong Zheng's temper was really stubborn and cute.

Looking at him now, it seems that he wants to settle accounts after the autumn but he doesn't dare to get angry with him, so he competes with himself and sulks.

"I ...... at the banquet just now"

Zhou Ling wanted to explain, but his red lips opened and closed slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Do you want her to say that she saw Rong Zheng and Zhao Jiyue together and then became jealous?

Zhao Jiyue is quite famous in the field of painting, and Rong Zheng is probably also discussing art with her.

And she found out that Zhao Jiyue was also Yan Yishan's apprentice, she couldn't let Rong Zheng offend two people at once because of her own selfishness.

She knew that she said that Rong Zheng would definitely alienate Zhao Jiyue in order to take care of her feelings,

But she didn't want to embarrass Rong Zheng because of her inferiority complex and meaningless jealousy.

"What's wrong?" Rong Zheng's deep eyes looked at her, as if waiting for her explanation.

Zhou Ling lowered his head and smiled, and finally shook his head, "It's nothing, it's just that some things are temporarily dealt with." But when I went back to pick you up, I saw that you were already in the car and turned back. ”

The two of them went home in silence.

Turning on the light, Zhou Ling changed into a dress and went to the toilet to remove his makeup and prepare to go to bed.

In fact, she was already sleepy, and it was already four o'clock when she looked at her phone.

Untied the knot in his heart, and the suppressed sleepiness in Zhou Ling's whole body hit the mountains and the sea again.

"Little Spirit. ”

Rong Zheng stepped forward, with a hint of grievance in his tone.

"Sleepy, sleeping. Zhou Ling opened his eyes with difficulty, pushed Rong Zheng's body, but found that he was like a rock, he couldn't push at all, so he muttered in a daze,

His handsome face loomed in the darkness, and his deep eyes looked at the sleeping Zhou Ling steadily.

His lips pursed into a straight line, and finally he sighed in compromise, after all, he couldn't bear to toss the tired Zhou Ling anymore.

After taking a cold shower, Rong Zheng carefully lay next to Zhou Ling, wrapped his hand around Zhou Ling's waist, listened to her steady breathing, and then fell asleep.

The strong light shone on Zhou Ling's face, and she uncomfortably covered the light before waking up leisurely.

There was no longer a figure of Rong Zheng beside him, only the slightly collapsed sheets signaled that there was once a person lying here.

The alarm clock on the mobile phone rang suddenly, and Zhou Ling's sleepiness woke him up all of a sudden.

She subconsciously picked up her phone and turned off the alarm, but caught a glimpse of the time on her phone that it was already 8:40.

All of a sudden, his mind was all clear, and his consciousness returned, Zhou Ling jumped up from the bed, hurriedly got dressed, washed his face, and only took five minutes to draw a simple makeup, and immediately got into the car.

Today she was on the morning shift and went to work at nine o'clock, but she didn't expect that she slept too late yesterday, so that she slept too deeply, and she was not woken up by the alarm clock.

Now Bai Xiao is especially staring at her, if she is late once, I am afraid that she will be called to the office and scolded.

Hurried to the radio station downstairs to park the car, but saw Qiao Anya in disheveled clothes at the door.

Her face was pale, her hair was messy, even the lipstick on her mouth was blurred, and she even had a slap print on her left cheek.

The most important thing is that her shirt is ajar, and several buttons are missing, apparently violently ripped open. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, and there were even traces of tears next to her eyes.

Seeing Zhou Ling, Qiao Anya lowered her head like a frightened rabbit and hurriedly wanted to turn her head and leave.

Zhou Ling was confused for a moment, what was wrong with her? How could she appear at the door of the radio station in such an embarrassment.

"Click-"

Zhou Ling keenly heard the sound of pressing the shutter in the dark, and knew that there were paparazzi secretly taking pictures next to him.

didn't care much, took off his coat and put it on Qiao Anya, then helped her, and said in her ear in a voice that only two people could hear: "I'll send you home first, someone next to you secretly filmed." ”

Hearing this, Qiao Anya immediately raised her head and looked around, and sure enough, she saw several people secretly taking pictures with their mobile phones.

She held Zhou Ling's arm tightly, and there was a trace of panic on her face.

At this time, Zhou Ling didn't care if he was late or not, Qiao Anya's embarrassed appearance would definitely not be able to go to the company.

If you are seen by a colleague, you will definitely have to gossip again, and Qiao Anya's always arrogant temperament can't stand it.

Zhou Ling sent Qiao Anya into his car, and then sat back in the driver's seat and drove back.

"Mr. Qiao, where is your home?"

Qiao Anya lowered her head and didn't speak, but just opened the navigation and entered the address of her home.

With Qiao Anya's mobile phone navigation, Zhou Ling sent her back to her home very smoothly.

Joanya's home is a beautifully decorated bachelor apartment, and she helps her to sit on the couch, then turns around to pour water for her.

There were unadorned items on the hollow cabinet in the living room, but one of the blank photo frames caught Zhou Ling's attention.

The glass of this picture frame has cracks, and the paint on the frame has rubbed off a lot.

But the photos inside are missing.

How could someone with such high taste as Joanya put an empty photo frame here?