Zijun slept very unsteadily this night, lying on the bed in Tong Zhenyu's master bedroom in Shanghefang, tossing and turning, feeling a little flustered inexplicably, as if something was about to happen.

Tossing and turning until midnight, she still didn't fall asleep, turned over, looked at the empty position next to the bed, inexplicably, and felt a little cold.

Since the Mid-Autumn Festival, she seems to have been accustomed to the presence of Tong Zhenyu by her side, especially tonight, she was obsessed with him in the car, and when he was not around, she felt a little empty inexplicably.

Reaching out and grabbing the mobile phone next to him, he hesitated twice before entering his number number number by number, and then pressed the dial button.

The phone just rang, and the phone was picked up over there, and she gave a low "hey". Tong Zhenyu immediately said 'um' on the phone side. Then, there was silence over the microphone, and no one spoke again.

Zijun actually didn't know what to say, because calling Tong Zhenyu was just a whim, not to mention, it was still one o'clock in the morning.

Silence spread between the two, perhaps because of the microphone, there was no embarrassment, and there was no discomfort, even if they listened to each other's breathing silently, their hearts gradually stabilized.

"Zijun, do you miss me?" Tong Zhenyu was the first to break the silence.

The corners of Zijun's mouth curved slightly, and he said softly, and then asked in a slightly shy voice: "Then, do you miss me?" ”

After asking this, his cheeks were a little hot, and the hand holding the phone tightened, and then quietly waited for his answer.

In fact, the wait is obviously not long, it is only a minute, but I don't know why, Zhang Zijun feels that the wait seems to be a long time.

Just as she was putting down her phone, she suddenly heard an 'um' sound in her ears.

Obviously it was just a word, but it slowly came gently from the end of the mobile phone, Zijun had already gotten up, opened the curtains and looked out the window, and the moon hung in the gray-blue sky, so thin, but so bright, quiet and dazzling.

"Haven't you slept yet?"

She closed the curtains and went to bed again, the room was pitch black, and there was a clear rustling sound in her ears, which was not obvious in the sound of his breathing, but still heard by her.

Without waiting for him to answer, she quickly asked again: "Am I..." Bothering you again? ”

"No," a soft voice came from the phone, followed by a low explanation: "I can't sleep, so I just got up and flipped through the documents, and then wrote something casually." ”

"Write something? With a pen? She suddenly became interested: "Tong Zhenyu, do you like writing very much?" ”

She remembered that she had taken him to the hospital last year when he was sick and had a fever, and that time, in order to draw blood for him to faint, she had promised to give him a pen.

It seems that until now, she has not bought that fountain pen.

"Well, sometimes the computer has been used for a long time, and I want to write with a pen, but I am afraid that my hands will be raw, and I won't even be able to write at that time." He said this half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"That. Have you ever written a love letter? Zijun's mind suddenly opened, and he somehow thought of a love letter.

The phone was visibly flustered, and then answered truthfully: "No." ”

"Would you like to write me a love letter?" Zijun suddenly spoke, and after speaking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, but the words had already been spoken, and it was impossible to take it back.

was secretly regretting it, thinking about whether to tell Tong Zhenyu that she was joking, and Tong Zhenyu's simple and bright voice came to his ears: "Okay." ”

"Really?" Zijun didn't expect Tong Zhenyu to agree to her somewhat childish request, so the voice of the rhetorical question was obviously a little skeptical.

Thinking about Tong Zhenyu, who is also nearly thirty years old, will he do something like a teenager like writing love letters, and a mature and ruthless president like him will do it?

In fact, she and Lin Chengfei have been in love for several years, perhaps because they are too familiar and the two often meet, Lin Chengfei has never written a love letter to her.

is such a big woman, she is twenty-five years old, but she has never even received a love letter, and it is really embarrassing to say it.

"When did I lie to you?" Tong Zhenyu's voice of rhetorical questioning came from the mobile phone.

"Well, you've been lying to me since you first met me." Zijun replied very seriously.

She didn't forget that it was Tong Zhenyu who lied to her at the beginning, saying that she was responsible for the first time she possessed him, and then she was angry to marry him.

Except for that time," Tong Zhenyu responded slightly awkwardly on the phone, and then quickly changed the subject: "Good, it's time to go to bed, I'll come over and accompany you to breakfast in the morning." ”

"Tong Zhenyu, do you think I'm a bit vexatious?" Zijun asked before hanging up the phone.

She doesn't know why, she always thinks about some messy things in her brain inexplicably tonight, and before, she actually wouldn't be like this, and she didn't have the habit of calling Tong Zhenyu in the early morning.

In fact, she has always been a very strict person, and she has hardly done romantic things, and she doesn't know if calling her boyfriend in the early hours of the morning is considered a romantic act.

"How so?" Tong Zhenyu's voice comforting her came again: "You have never been unreasonable. ”

"However, I feel as if I'm getting more and more hypocritical," Zijun said with a little distress, "I wasn't like this before. ”

In the past, she has always been a very strong woman, even in the years when she was in love with Lin Chengfei, in order not to let people say that she relied on Lin Chengfei, in the two or three years when Jiacheng worked, she never let people know about her relationship with Lin Chengfei.

Anything, she can do it alone, any guts, she can resist alone, before, she was not used to being coquettish to anyone, she has always insisted on her own ideas and practices.

Especially after divorcing Tong Zhenyu, he always behaved very strong, and after his mother died, she didn't allow herself to be cowardly, and she didn't even leave herself the right to cry.

Because she knows very well that life does not believe in tears, society does not believe in tears, no matter what difficulties she encounters, she can only face it with a smile, because crying is also a day, and laughing is also a day, why not be happy and happy to smile?

But since he crossed paths with Tong Zhenyu again, he has helped her fight a lot of things, and she doesn't need to be so strong, just respond to his kindness to her.

With his love for her, gradually, the dependence factors hidden in the depths of her body gradually emerged, and even had a stronger and stronger trend.

"You can be pretentious in front of me." Tong Zhenyu's voice came softly from the phone.

Zijun hid in the quilt and giggled, inexplicably, the mood is better, you always need to live unabashedly in front of someone, and that person must be the only person who loves you.