Seeing that the woman in his arms was finally quiet, Feng Hao's heart calmed down, and he bowed his head and kissed her forehead with pity, and his arms tightened.

This night, Xia Yucheng slept quite deeply, and when he woke up, he didn't know what time it was and where he was. I only know that she is sleeping in Feng Hao's arms, and her body is dry, obviously he helped her take a bath.

She opened her eyes with some soreness, she didn't move, she moved, she struggled, and this man wouldn't let go of her, and it was in vain.

After a while, she carefully removed the arm that Feng Hao wrapped around her waist and carefully got out of bed.

If it was in the past, Feng Hao would definitely be awakened by her movements, but maybe it was because everyone was really tired last night, tired heart, and tired physically, so he was still asleep.

Glancing at the surrounding environment, Xia Yucheng is no stranger here, the presidential suite of the Langston Hotel.

Looking at the handsome sleeping face on the pillow, I remembered that last night, Xia Yucheng closed his eyes, his body trembled slightly, and his heart was full of pain.

She sighed inwardly, found the clean clothes he had prepared for herself, and walked into the bathroom.

The moment the bathroom door closed, Feng Hao, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes. In fact, when Xia Yucheng woke up, he also woke up.

But he could feel her obvious deliberate detachment, so he pretended to be asleep, which was better than having trouble with her.

He leaned sideways, looked at the pillow that was already empty, reached over and touched it, a stuffy pain in his chest.

Slowly sitting up, he found the cigarette case and lighter, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, his brow furrowed.

……

After washing up in the bathroom and changing clothes, Xia Yucheng walked out.

A faint smell of cigarettes made her stunned at first, and then she glanced in the direction of the bed, and just happened to look at her as well, and that look made her feel indescribable.

"Want to go?" asked Feng Hao.

"Hmm!"

"Where?"

"When I go home, my mother still doesn't know about Wan'er, and I have to continue to look for my brother, but I can't find it again, and I have to call the police. She said slowly, anyway, this man will find someone to investigate.

"Don't you want me to help you?"

Xia Yucheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Feng Hao, I really don't need it now, isn't it difficult to find the police?" I won't bother you anymore in the future, I apologize to you for disturbing your Yaxing last night." As for the remaining 90 times, when my brother comes back safe and sound, I will return it to you. Feng Hao, I really don't want to owe you, really, I owe you, I can't afford it!"

Feng Hao leaned against the head of the bed, squinting at her slightly, the cigarette on his fingertips burning.

He thought that what happened last night was too sudden, Xia Yucheng would definitely not be able to stand it, and this would stimulate him with these words, and he should bear it.

Who made him get carried away by jealousy and say something like that?

"Orange Orange, I didn't know it would be like this!"

"I don't know!" If she had known, she wouldn't have gone to him, and in this world, she could bear anyone who hurt her. He was the only one, and she couldn't stand his hurt.

Xia Yucheng took a deep breath and adjusted his somewhat excited mood. Last night, if Feng Hao hadn't treated her so badly, maybe things would have been different.

"Wan'er was dead when you came to me!" Feng Hao seemed to guess what she was thinking.

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