Besides, Xia Meng, because of the conflict with Han Dong, he was completely out of state at work all day, and his brows were tightly locked.

Today's thing is that she is wrong, but because of this, she can't do it when she goes to apologize to a man.

I picked up the phone several times, but I couldn't press the dial button.

He may have gone home and waited for the evening to find an opportunity to say a few soft words and admit his mistake. Han Dong shouldn't be too careful

After staying up until it was time to get off work, she drove back in a hurry.

At ten o'clock, the house was quiet.

Changing his shoes and going upstairs, when he noticed that there was no light in the room on the second floor, his mind quickly sank.

He didn't come home.

With stubbornness and stubbornness on his face, Xia Meng supported his tired body and took a bath and lay on the bed.

I already had slight insomnia symptoms, and today I don't know if it's because of Han Dong or something else, and the thoughts in my mind fluctuate. No matter how much you try to hypnotize yourself, you can't fall asleep.

After a while, she sat up.

Slightly bloodshot eyes, looking in the direction of the bathroom, blank.

I don't know if I like Han Dong or not, but at this moment, the whole room is quiet and cold, making her feel uncomfortable

She wanted someone to talk with when she couldn't sleep, and she wanted to have hands like last night to close her eyes unconsciously.

However, no matter how fantasizing she was.

I couldn't wait for the sound of footsteps outside.

Unknowingly, Han Dong is integrated into her life. She began to get used to having him by her side, used to seeing him calm and calm in the face of everything, and never distressed

She found that she could no longer turn a blind eye to him as she always did.

This man is really much better than she thinks. It was like a treasure hidden in his body, and the closer he got to him, the more he wanted to open up his ordinary appearance.

If Qiu Yuping brought her the kind of unforgettable first love, Han Dong was the one who invisibly erased all the traces of Qiu Yuping in her heart.

I can't fool anyone.

She likes to talk to him about work and other things. Enjoy every night of sharing a bed with him. What's even more strange is that she obviously has a habit of cleanliness, but she doesn't reject or even notice the smell of cigarettes on his body, kissing him, and kissing on his skin

The more and more fluctuating emotions drove her to pick up the phone.

Words are calculated in the heart, how to say it.

After the blind beep, there was a sound of being hung up.

He doesn't answer the phone.

Xia Meng couldn't hold back his face, and sent a text message angrily: "If you have the ability, you should never go home." ”

Even if she is wrong, she has already taken the initiative to make peace, what else?

Is it necessary to let her put down her dignity and go upside down desperately. No way!

Han Dong on the other side, the pleasure of escaping Zhong Siying's list slowly dissipated, and he returned to Shen Bingyun's residence bored.

She hadn't gotten off work yet, and Han Dong, who was six or seven minutes drunk, was lying on the big bed densely covered with the scent of a woman's body, drowsy. Strange and like being in paradise.

Naturally, I heard the phone ringing, but I wasn't even interested in watching who called.

If there is something important, it will naturally be called a second and third time, and it is not important, and I don't want to pay attention to anyone.

His heart was no less than Xia Meng's, and he had to wait for Shen Bingyun to come back at first when he was lying on the bed. Maybe because of the alcohol, he slowly lost consciousness and closed his eyes heavily.

The window was slightly open, and the wind swept in, and the curtains rustled.

In his sleep, he noticed that there seemed to be a warm water incense around him, and he hugged him sideways, which was indescribably comfortable.

The heart that is as calm as water has already put aside its thoughts in a state of powerlessness, and only wants to sleep peacefully.

Shen Bingyun, who had just come to bed after taking a shower after work, still had a faint smell of alcohol on his body.

was hugged too tightly, but it was as comfortable as a pleasant one.

A pair of eyes, staring at the man's face close at hand, sniffing the constant sound of breathing, couldn't help but close his eyes as well.

The long-awaited passion did not come, there was almost no loss, but there was another unique peace of mind.

She is not a nymphomaniac, but she has no resistance to brave, fearless, masculine men.

The first real boyfriend is also Han Dong's type, but compared to all aspects, it is far less strong than the feeling that Han Dong brings her.

When she first met Yinhe, her impression of Han Dong was that she was stunned and brave. Dare to offend Qiao Liuzi, don't you know how to write dead words. But what followed surprised her. To a certain extent, it is obviously linked to death, and people like Qiao Liuzi would compromise with a young man who didn't know his origin and promise to pay back.

Therefore, after re-contact, she became interested in Han Dong himself. After a few times, he became closer and closer, and felt that he was the type of big man he often fantasized about. Until, at the door, he didn't care about scruples to completely hand over Qiao Liuzi, and reached out to save her. That demeanor was really like a bullet, slamming all her reserve.

It is cliché for heroes to save beauty, it can be seen that they are used to making people desperate, Shen Bingyun would never have imagined that at that juncture, someone would be really stupid enough to stand up.

She has always been less sincere and more hypocritical to people.

Han Dong was the first person who really gave her a sense of trust, and by his side, she didn't bother to think about anything and think about it.

The heart that has been guarded for several years, once the opening is opened, it pours down like a tide, drowning people.

Inexplicably, she laughed.

The corners of the lips are raised, and at night, under the moonlight, it is beautiful.

She doesn't mind if he's married or not, she only minds the moment.

In a person's life, if you can meet a man who is honest and fearful to get along, no matter what the result is, at least there are no regrets.

The night gradually became quiet.

One bed, two people, hugging each other, destined for a sweet dream.

Han Dong did have a sweet dream all night. In the dream, those comrades-in-arms who had a lifelong friendship came to life. In the dream, after retiring normally, he married Xia Meng and had children, and got along harmoniously. In the dream, Bai Yalan's eyes no longer have the kind of cold loneliness that makes people look at it, and they are cold to the bottom of their hearts, full of warmth

Only then did the dream wake up.

He sat up and looked straight ahead in distraction. Outside, the sun was shining, and it was at least ten o'clock in the morning.

Shen Bingyun was also awakened, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the man with concern: "What's wrong?"

A slightly hoarse voice, thin pajamas can barely hide any charm that belongs to a woman. The loose neckline goes down, full and fair, and there is nothing

Han Dong patted his aching head, remembering that he had quarreled with Xia Meng, and then drank and stayed with Shen Bingyun.

New day, new mood.

He exhaled and pulled Shen Bingyun into his arms.

Shen Bingyun Xiafei's cheeks: "East, Brother Dong"

Eloquence has always been brilliant lotus, and at the moment silence is silent.

And Han Dong, letting her body dominate her brain, the palm holding her waist gradually shifted.

The breathing sound is a little worse, and the room with the air conditioner on is too hot.

Something is going to happen, inevitably.