Sure enough, He Junqi is right, this way of heating is much more effective than her jumping around!!

"He Junqi ......"

For a long time, Ziyu called him.

"Huh?"

He sighed softly, closed his eyes, but subconsciously, tightened her into his arms a little more.

"More than an hour has passed, why hasn't anyone come yet? We're not really going to be sleepy all night, are we? "If they were really sleepy all night, they would have to suffocate.

"No!" He Junqi replied to her confidently, and his hoarse voice revealed a little tiredness, "I still have to catch a plane tomorrow morning, I'll sleep first." ”

"Oh......"

As soon as she thought that Ming'er was going to fly to New Zealand with Ling Yiyao, Ziyu's heart began to hurt again.

"That's right......"

Suddenly, the tired man opened his eyes, and the deep underside of his eyes was still stained with a faint bloodshot.

His head was still resting on her thin shoulders, and he didn't mean to lift it, and asked her, "You just called me and told me not to take Yaoyao over, for what?" ”

This guy is still asking knowingly!!

"I remember, you said, whatever I want!" He Junqi's tone was a little joking.

Ziyu's face was slightly pale, and she didn't answer his words, but only reached out to push him.

This woman is starting to get angry again!!

He Junqi hurriedly tightened her arms a few points, so that she would not escape in the slightest.

"I went to work in New Zealand and she went to New Zealand to compete! Just the same ......"

He didn't know what he wanted to explain to her, but he thought, perhaps, just like he didn't like the feeling that she was too close to Ye Tianqi!

Is this a form of respect for the paper marriage partner?

He Junqi didn't understand either.

But he knew that he didn't seem to be as disgusted with the woman in his arms as he used to be!

"She's going to New Zealand?" Ziyu is slightly jawed.

"Yes! An international dance competition. ”

"Oh, really?" Ziyu replied a little stupidly, although the anger at the beginning had long since disappeared, but inexplicably, there was still an astringent feeling blocked in her heart, and she couldn't say anything.

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At six o'clock in the morning, at the airport—

He Junqi sat on the sofa in the VIP waiting room, pretending to sleep.

The thin morning light fell through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the waiting room, coating his tired Junpang with a warm golden glow.

Last night, he and Ziyu could be described as an all-nighter.

Hell, the elevator was renovated after three hours, and I finally got home, and I was busy packing my luggage, and I didn't arrange everything until four o'clock in the morning, and I started to rush to the airport after resting for less than an hour.

However, the woman, busy packing his belongings, also did not go to bed until nearly four o'clock.

I don't know if she's awake now!

Because it was too early, he didn't wake her up before going out.

He Junqi subconsciously glanced at the mobile phone he was holding in his hand, it was still very quiet.

"Brother, are you waiting for a call?"

On the side, Ling Yiyao seemed to see some clues, and couldn't help but ask him.

"Nope." He Junqi denied it, and the boarding gate happened to open, "Let's go, Yaoyao, it's time for us to board." ”

"Well, here ...... come"

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Ziyu woke up, and it was already after eight o'clock.

Sitting at the head of the bed, casually flipping through his quiet mobile phone, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

His plane at half past six was probably high in the air by now......

However, there was not a single text message about him in her mobile phone!

That's it!

Ziyu lost her phone, grabbed the quilt, and continued to sleep with her head covered, anyway, it was a weekend, and she didn't have to go to work.

In the afternoon, Ziyu made an appointment with Yiyi to go shopping, and it wasn't until after eleven o'clock in the night that she returned to this too quiet home.

She was greeted by a deserted room.

At home, the only living creatures are left with her and Xiao He He and Xiao Qiqi.

An indescribable sense of loneliness hit my heart, and it seemed that this was the first time they had separated since they got married.

The relationship between the two of them has always been too deep, but this sudden separation, to be honest, really made Ziyu a little uncomfortable.

Looking at the time, if nothing else, he would have arrived in New Zealand.

However, her mobile phone has been lying quietly in her pocket, and there is no intention to ring at all.

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Royal Park Hotel, New Zealand, at 3 a.m.

He Junqi, who has always been accustomed to going out, is inexplicably wonderful, and feels extremely uncomfortable about going out this time.

He Junqi sat on the sofa tiredly, half-tilted his head, closed his eyes lightly, and rested.

However, at this moment, his mind is full of the figure of that woman.

Is she asleep now? It's only eleven o'clock in China, so I shouldn't have slept yet! Hasn't that woman always been a night owl? However, if he didn't sleep, why didn't he call him? And what about yourself? Should I give her a call?

He Junqi only felt that his whole mind was like a mess.

"Brother! You haven't slept for a day and a night, hurry up and take a shower and rest for a while! ”

At some point, Ling Yiyao pushed open the door of the suite and walked in from the outside.

He Junqi came back to his senses, "Why haven't you slept yet?" ”

It seems that he is too tired, and his voice is still a little hoarse.

"Yes! I guessed that you haven't slept yet, and I'm not busy with the game tomorrow anyway, so there's no hurry, you should hurry up and take a shower first! I'll help you pack your bags. ”

"Thank you."

Because he was too tired, He Junqi no longer shirked, took off the gold watch, took clean clothes and went into the bathroom.

Ling Yiyao squatted on the ground and was busy helping him pack his luggage, but suddenly, the mobile phone on the sofa rang.

It is He Junqi's private mobile phone.

Ling Yiyao frowned slightly, but as if subconsciously, she picked up the mobile phone on the sofa and glanced at it.

Caller ID, 'Jian Ziyu'.

Heart, a little fluttering.

In the bathroom, the sound of running water is constantly ......

"Hey ......"

She quickly picked up the phone, her delicate voice always soft.

"Sister Ziyu?"

Hearing Ling Yiyao's voice, Ziyu's little hand holding the phone tightened slightly, and there was a trace of whiteness between her fingers.

"Yaoyao?"