He didn't speak, and his hands stepped forward to remove Han Mo's hand that was holding Shuanglang. Han Mo turned his head and looked at him coldly. Zhang Bingwen grabbed her and walked towards the hall of the inn. Han Mo got up to chase after him, but was stopped by Meng Shu: "I don't want to get involved in your messy things. But in what capacity are you going now? People are now having boyfriends. ”

Han Mo stood in place, Meng Shu's words lingering in his ears. He looked at the backs of the two people leaving, and without raising his eyelids, Sven's mouth spit out a sentence: "Get out." ”

Meng Shu glanced at him, he was originally as good as a stream, but it was not good to talk to him at this time. Zhu Chi pulled her and shouted with a big grin: "Gotcha!" There was still a smile in his words, he looked at the expressionless Meng Shu and asked in a low voice, "Angry?"

"No, haven't I always been like this. ”

"I thought you were going to do a fight?"

Meng Shu looked at his dark eyes with a smile: "Guest, let him say if he's in a bad mood, I haven't refunded him the extra room fee he paid." ”

Zhu Chi laughed.

Seeing Zhang Bingwen walking through the living room, he wanted to go upstairs to Shuanglang's room. Han Mo's footsteps became shrive, and he pulled the button on the collar of his shirt with one finger, revealing a hideous scar on his chest.

Zhang Bingwen was about to go upstairs, but he heard the phone ringing in his pocket. With an impatient face, he put Shuanglang on the sofa next to him and pressed the call button. A person sat in a glass room next to the hall, with his back to several people, as if he was afraid that others would hear it.

Meng Shu looked at Zhang Bingwen's face that instantly became gloomy through the glass.

Zhu Chi was still frolicking and talking next to her, she whispered "shhhhhh A hint of human joy, anger and sorrow flashed on Han Mo's sharp and serious face, and he took Shuang Lang away from the sofa in a grand manner. And Zhang Bingwen turned his back to him, without the slightest reaction.

Han Mo hugged Shuanglang as if no one was around, stepped on the overflowing pool, and walked out of the inn without panic.

"It's ready. ”

Meng Shu clearly heard Zhang Bingwen's words.

"I know, I will be satisfied, after all, the price is high this time, where do I dare to slack off? Yes, yes...... When do you want to?" Zhang Bingwen stood up anxiously, as if the matter on the other end of the phone had made him forget about Shuanglang. With one hand behind his back, he slowly swirled around the room like a headless fly.

He listened to the phone and panicked, "......Tomorrow? Time is too short! I can't give any amount of money...... What? What about the day after tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? That man you have seen......" He pinched his fingers, not knowing what to count.

Meng Shu thrust his waist, "I won't come back to sleep tonight." ”

"Yo, what are you going to do? Zhu Chi's provocative tone popped out.

"Follow him. As she spoke, she gently tugged at Zhu Chi's sleeve, and the two of them were hidden in the dark. Zhang Bingwen walked out calmly, and when he saw that Shuanglang was not on the sofa, he frowned, and then realized that he had something bad. But he did not rush to look for it, and saw that the courtyard was empty, and shouted two words tentatively, but no one answered.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was numb at the sight of the wild cats on the roof. Zhang Bingwen straightened his clothes, picked up his busy mobile phone and made a call directly. A sweet female voice came from the other end.

"Hello?"

"Are you free?" Zhang Bingwen's voice was gentle and quiet, as if he had a split personality.

Meng Shu could hear that it was Tang Xiaoxiao's voice.

Tang Xiaoxiao heard that it was Zhang Bingwen, and her tone suddenly became rough: "What are you doing, I don't think I'm miserable enough!"

"I know there's a good French restaurant, I'd like to invite you to eat, how about it? Are you free? I'll pick you up now. His voice was a little elegant, but as he spoke, he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, picked one up, and lit one with a lighter. The aroma of tobacco slowly drifted away, and he squinted his eyes and listened to Tang Xiaoxiao's promise to him, so he smiled happily and walked out of the inn without hesitation.

It seems that he has forgotten that Shuanglang is his girlfriend.

The night flowed, and there was no starlight.

The haze and dampness, the sky overhead is dark gray, and the high-rise buildings give people a heavy feeling. The sky that was divided into pieces was very depressing in Shuanglang's eyes. She sat on a strange soft bed with a glass of warm milk in her arms. The clothes on the body were a clean, warm set of new pajamas.

The wind beats on the glass of the high-rise apartments, and the neon lights and traffic flicker outside like the Milky Way. Shuang Lang also has a copy of Shen Congwen's "Xiangxing Shujian" next to him. She picked up the book and read two sentences quietly.

"The wind was so strong that my hands and feet were cold, but my heart was warm. But I don't understand why, my heart is always very soft. I want to draw near to you so that I don't get upset. ”

The light at the head of the bed flickered, she heard a noise outside the door, and saw the door slowly push open, and Han Mo took an oily wooden tray. He had just changed into dark blue velvet pajamas, and the cuff on his chest was tightly buttoned. Her hair was dripping with water, and her eyes showed a little patience and sincerity that was rarely seen.

He is a person who is not good at expressing feelings.

However, it was only when she saw Shuanglang that she felt relieved and comfortable. He coveted the days when Shuang Lang was beside him, and he also hoped that time would stop at this moment and not slip away a single cent. I never seem to have such a concerned feeling, and even from the bottom of my heart, there is always an urge to reciprocate.

Although Shuang Lang had never been to Han Mo's house, the overly familiar smell let her know whose residence it was. She held back a lot of words in her heart, and her chaotic mind exploded and cooled.

Han Mo saw that she was a little resistant, sighed, and said, "I boiled some white porridge for you and made some side dishes." It's late, don't eat something too greasy. You're tired today, and there's no one at the inn to take care of you, so you can sleep here. I'm downstairs. He whispered, placing the tray next to Shuanglang.

She looked at him with a stoic and sad look, slightly stunned, and couldn't bear to say anything hurtful. The faint aroma of white porridge spread in her mouth, and she looked at the man's handsome face, even if he stood in a dark corner, those eyes still radiated.

I ate it in one bite, and there was actually a crab roe peeled by my own hands next to it, and a small plate turned over with a fragrant oil, and the meat was delicious with a faint sweetness.

She was so tired today, so tired that she didn't want to question him.

With a plop, he fell asleep again.