At that moment just now, he clearly saw that in the car with the lights on in the carriage, next to Zhang Heng, who was concentrating on driving, the familiar figure was Jiang Miao!

The moment he recognized Jiang Miao, Guan Zhong felt the blood in his whole body rush to the top of his head in an instant.

Jiang Miao was actually sitting in Zhang Heng's car, why did Zhang Heng appear here?

Before he could figure out a reason, his body was already one step ahead of his brain, turning the steering wheel quickly, making a sharp turn, and chasing the black domineering who had driven a considerable distance at the speed of drag racing.

Zhang Heng's whole mind was on Jiang Miao, and he didn't notice that there was a white four-circle car not far behind him.

Jiang Miao kept falling into her own thoughts, and it wasn't until the car stopped that she was shocked to realize that Zhang Heng had actually sent her to the door.

Zhang Heng stopped the car and turned his head to look at Jiang Miao.

Jiang Miao was a little embarrassed under his gaze: "Thank you today." ”

Zhang Heng looked at Jiang Miao's obviously softened face, and his heart was ecstatic, he forced himself to press it, and said in a somewhat hesitant tone: "I'm busy with work today, I haven't eaten since noon, and now my stomach hurts a little." ”

When Jiang Miao heard this, she was stunned.

Zhang Heng has always had stomach problems, and when the two were together, Jiang Miao was used to urging him to pay attention to the meal time from time to time, but now that they are separated, she forgot about it for a while.

Jiang Miao glanced at the time, it was already past seven o'clock, she looked at Zhang Heng in embarrassment, and said nothing.

Zhang Heng pretended not to understand her euphemistic refusal, and cheekily suggested: "I haven't eaten the lo noodles you made for a long time, I'm very hungry, can you cook me a meal?" After speaking, for fear that Jiang Miao would refuse, he immediately said: "I'll go up and eat a bowl of noodles, and then leave." ”

Jiang Miao was a little hesitant, she subconsciously didn't want Zhang Heng to go upstairs, but she was worried that he was really hungry and had stomach problems. Looking at Zhang Heng's right hand pressed on his stomach without a trace, Jiang Miao couldn't help but hate the concern he still reserved for Zhang Heng in his instinct.

Sighing secretly, Jiang Miao nodded: "Let's go, I'll do it for you." ”

Zhang Heng followed behind Jiang Miao, his heart was full of joy, walking in the familiar corridor, he was full of emotion for a while.

Jiang Miao was soft on him, Zhang Heng thought, in fact, Jiang Miao still had him in his heart, otherwise how could he care about his life or death and worry about his body.

With the bright sensor lights in the corridor, Zhang Heng looked at Jiang Miao's slender back, feeling both satisfied and a little indescribably sad.

If he hadn't broken up with Jiang Miao at the beginning, then when Jiang Miao went upstairs today, he would have reached out and pulled him as before, and the two walked up with overlapping steps, talking about some topics of interest while walking, and even when they were in love, they could hug each other, stick to the cold corridor wall, and gently and shallowly.

Standing at the door of the house, Jiang Miao took out the key to open the door and pressed the living room switch, changed her shoes to make way for Zhang Heng: "Come in." ”

Zhang Heng changed his shoes and entered the living room familiarly, but found that many of the furnishings in the room had become a little unfamiliar.

Jiang Miao threw Zhang Heng in the living room, went into the bedroom, locked the door and changed into home clothes, and then went directly to the kitchen to cook.

Boil the water, Jiang Miao opened the refrigerator, and saw that there was still the leftover fruit that Guan Zhong had eaten last night, and her heart suddenly trembled slightly.

She suddenly thought, will Guan Zhong come over tonight?

If Guan Zhong came over and bumped into Zhang Heng at her house, what would she think and do? What will be the reaction?

This thought was almost as soon as it came to her mind, and she suppressed it with some self-deprecation.

She thought, Guan Zhong should still be in the house of the woman named Xiaoyan now, right?

But he answered Zhang Yan's mobile phone at night and told her to wait.

She couldn't help but wonder, would Guan Zhong send someone to pick her up? The person sent to her didn't pick her up, and she couldn't pay the difference, what should I do?

Jiang Miao thought wildly, took out the ingredients for making sauce and marinade from the refrigerator, turned around and took out his mobile phone from the satchel in the living room.

She called Zhang Yan, but there was a prompt on her mobile phone that the other party had turned off the phone.

Jiang Miao was stunned for a moment, so she had to give up.

She pondered that if the person sent to her didn't pick her up, she should be able to guess that she had returned home safely, after all, it was impossible for such a big living person to disappear out of thin air.

Thinking so, she slowly calmed down.

Guan Zhong drove the car, and he didn't know how many red lights he ran along the way, whether he had been photographed and recorded, he stared at the black domineering car that had been driving not far in front.

He watched as the black domineering car drove into the community where Jiang Miao lived.

Guan Zhong parked the car in the shadow of a thick tree next to the fence of the community, he looked at Zhang Heng who walked down from the car, watched him go around to the co-pilot's position, opened the car door, watched Jiang Miao get out of the car, watched Zhang Heng and Jiang Miao stand next to the car and talk, and finally, watched them enter the corridor one after the other.

Guan Zhong's hands holding the steering wheel tensed, he rolled down the window, squinted at the sensor lights in the corridor lit up layer by layer, went out, and watched the familiar window light up with a bright white light.

Guan Zhong's whole body suddenly felt a little weak, he sat on the saddle of the car gloomily, his teeth clenched, his eyes locked on the brightly lit window, and his brain began to think uncontrollably.

He imagined Jiang Miao opening the door and letting Zhang Heng into the room, guessing what the two of them, lonely men and widows would do when they were in the same room.

Will Zhang Heng be like him, passionately kissing Jiang Miao's red, soft and soft lips, hugging her slender and slender waist, or falling on the bed where he once slept and doing what he had done with Jiang Miao.

Guan Zhong was deeply stimulated by his active brain cells, he almost jumped out of the car, and slammed the door hard, as if he had shaken off the invisible shackles tightly wrapped around his body, and raised his feet to rush to the corridor not far away.

As soon as he took a few steps, his body froze, and he looked back in disbelief at the car behind him that had not turned off, and then looked down at his legs that remained in a stride position.

He actually felt angry because Jiang Miao brought Zhang Heng home?!

Guan Zhong was frightened by his actions!

He actually felt extremely angry because of this incident! He wanted to rush up and tear Zhang Heng apart, like a beast in the jungle dealing with other beasts that had intruded into his territory.

Guan Zhong felt a cold sweat slowly slip down his forehead.

From the very beginning, Jiang Miao was used as a bargaining chip to negotiate with Zhang Heng, and now he is actually angry for a bargaining chip, a use object, and feels betrayed!

This kind of thing made him feel that his brain was in chaos, and he couldn't help but look up at the window with the lights on.

He couldn't admit this kind of thing, would he care about Jiang Miao?

Guan Zhong felt that he must have short-circuited his brain and went crazy.

It must be that he has been under too much pressure at work recently, or because of Xiaoqing's affairs, which makes him feel too tired.

He turned around in a dejected manner, leaned against the cold body, took a cigarette from his trouser pocket and lit it, and took it in his mouth one after another, smoking a little fiercely.

Nicotine swirled in his throat and went straight to his brain, and he slowly calmed down, tilting his head and staring at the window.

In the deepest part of my heart, I struggled to float a faint expectation.