After thinking about it, Zhou Ling took out a small basin from the side of the washing machine.

Place the silk scarf inside, then pour laundry detergent and prepare for hand washing.

When Rong Zheng came, he happened to see Zhou Ling sitting on a small stool and washing silk scarves.

The silk scarf was a dark blue stripe, which obviously could not have been used by a woman.

And before that, Rong Zheng had never seen this silk scarf at home.

"What is this?"

Rong Zheng had a calm face, and his gloomy eyes looked at the silk scarf on Zhou Ling's hand.

Zhou Ling was startled by Leng Buding's voice, and when she turned around, she saw Rong Zheng's face gloomy, full of questioning expressions.

"What do you think this is?" Zhou Ling sneered, unwilling to explain.

Being suspected by someone he trusted, Zhou Ling was not only annoyed, but also sad.

Especially when Rong Zheng didn't ask a word clearly, he had already begun to question Zhou Ling in his heart.

Zhou Ling is a person who is particularly delicate and sensitive to feelings, how could she not see Rong Zheng's eyes full of doubts?

"I ......"

probably realized that his tone was too bad, but Rong Zheng, who wanted to apologize, didn't know how to speak.

His eyes had softened, and his questioning expression had become confused.

But the silk scarf on Zhou Ling's hand was so dazzling that Rong Zheng felt as if something was wrong in his heart, and he was unspeakably uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Zhou Ling's eyes were even more cold, she put down the silk scarf, pushed Rong Zheng away and went back to the room alone without changing her face.

The sound of "bang-" showed the anger in Zhou Ling's heart at this time.

Rong Zheng, who was in place, was a little flustered, but he was still nervous and refused to follow.

Glancing at the silk scarf in the basin, the more Rong Zheng looked at it, the more unpleasant it became, and he kicked the basin angrily.

Where did the plastic basin withstand Rong Zheng's great strength, and he was kicked into a big hole when he put it down.

The silk scarf flowed down the water, and lay quietly on the ground, stained.

Coming out of the balcony, Rong Zheng came to the door of the master bedroom, and just wanted to knock on the door, but suddenly as if he had thought of something, he put down his hand with a gloomy face.

He turned to the door and took an umbrella and key from the drawer in the hallway.

When he closed the door, he also glanced inside the door, and from this angle he could see the master bedroom.

The door was closed, and there was no sound inside, only the light leaking from the crack in the door indicated that there were people inside.

Rong Zheng pursed his lips and reluctantly closed the door.

Zhou Ling, who was in the room, had actually heard the sound outside the door a long time ago, but she was still angry and couldn't put down her head and take the initiative to speak.

Looking at the torrential rain and strong wind outside the door, the worry in Zhou Ling's heart flashed.

But he was even more annoyed by Rong Zheng's ignorance.

Can you die if you say a soft word? If you go out in this weather, you'd rather go out in the rain!

Just then, a text message came.

It was sent by Rong Zheng, and there was only a short line on it: I won't be back tonight, you should rest early.

"Idiot!"

Zhou Lingqi threw the phone aside, simply out of sight, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

In the quiet night, the lights in the community were extinguished one after another, and the rain outside the window became heavier and heavier.

The sound of the dripping rain smashed on the glass like a stone, making Zhou Ling's already irritable mood even more irritable.

So much so that she couldn't sleep over and over.

Rong Zheng didn't know where it was, it was raining so hard, he didn't even bring his ID card, where could he go?

Zhou Ling was worried to death, but he was unwilling to compromise first.

In an irritable mood, she simply stopped sleeping at all and walked to the balcony alone.

Seeing the mess on the balcony, Zhou Ling was even more angry.

The heavy rain outside was blown into the balcony by the wind, and next to the broken basin was Song Xingyan's silk scarf.

It's just that now it's soaked in rain, and it's almost useless.

She picked up the silk scarf, and it was all silk, and the whole scarf was soaked.

Immediately angry and funny, he threw the silk scarf into the trash can angrily, and it seemed that he could only buy another identical one and return it to Song Xingyan.

Downstairs in the community, Rong Zheng sat alone in the driver's seat, holding a mobile phone in his hand, but his eyes were looking at the lights upstairs that had not been turned off.

The buildings are basically all dark, so the lights that have not been turned off for a long time are more conspicuous.

The mobile phone screen suddenly lit up, and Rong Zheng's whole person was excited, and he hurriedly checked the unread messages.

But it turned out to be just a marketing text message from a mobile phone operator, and I was immediately disappointed.

In the text message column, there are still words that Rong Zheng typed halfway, but the send button has not been pressed.

He was afraid that he would say something wrong and make Zhou Ling angry, he was afraid that Zhou Ling would get tired of him, and then leave.

So he chose to go out and not give Zhou Ling a chance to say this.

The night passed quietly, and when Zhou Ling sorted out her clothes and came down, Rong Zheng was already waiting for her next to the car with breakfast.

He holds a cup of hot soy milk and a xiaolongbao in his hand, which still exudes an enticing aroma.

It's just that Rong Zheng looks more embarrassed, and the tiredness of not sleeping all night is revealed in his bloodshot eyes.

I don't know how long he waited underneath, how long he was blown by this cold wind, his lips were a little pale, and his whole person was trembling slightly.

Zhou Ling silently opened the car door and sat straight in, refusing to even give Rong Zheng a look the whole time.

Who doesn't have a sleepless night?

Zhou Ling still had resentment in his heart, annoyed by Rong Zheng's distrust, and let himself worry about it all night.

coincided with her menstrual period, although it is not such an exaggeration, but it is true that her emotions are more likely to fluctuate and be affected.

Rong Zheng hurriedly sat in the driver's seat, and then handed the breakfast to Zhou Ling.

Zhou Ling glanced at him coldly, then glanced over, he just didn't take breakfast.

The xiaolongbao in the bag was still exuding heat, and Zhou Ling seemed to be able to feel the heat when he was close.

The restless heart that had been tormented by the sound of rain and wind all night was relieved, but Zhou Ling still didn't want to compromise.

Rong Zheng stubbornly held the soy milk, and his slightly pale lips pursed into a straight line.

It seems that Zhou Ling doesn't take breakfast, he keeps holding it like this.

Zhou Ling didn't have such a tendon as Rong Zheng, knowing that if he didn't pick it up, he would be able to lift it until the next day.

I didn't take the breakfast angrily, but my face was not so good-looking.

The soy milk is mellow and sweet in the mouth, neither hot nor cold, just the right temperature, and the whole person is indeed much more comfortable when you drink it.

Seeing that Zhou Lingken had eaten breakfast, the curvature of Rong Zheng's mouth turned up a little.

"Have you eaten it?"

Zhou Ling, who had eliminated the last xiaolongbao, suddenly realized this question, and after struggling for a while, he still asked.

He wouldn't have spent the night in the car yesterday, would he?

Rong Zheng's face softened a lot because of Zhou Ling's concern, and he nodded with a smile, "I've eaten it." ”