got up, took her hand, and Zhu Hang said softly: "Brother, thank you for your hospitality, let's go back first." ”

"Okay, Xiaohang. See you tomorrow. ”

“……”

The air pressure seems to be a few points lower. Xiang Qian glanced at Zhu Hang, who was holding herself, why did this person look dead again??

Back at the villa, he was busy with work. It was late at night, and Xiang Qian, who was watching an American drama by the fireplace, tilted his head and saw that he was still on the phone. Only then did I realize that I didn't know anything about Zhu Hang before.

She didn't know that his hobby outside of work was extreme sports, that he still had a company in London, that he had a new plan with Wandi, and that he didn't know his true status in the Zhu family.

It seems to be ...... It's a stranger who meets every day.

Silently pity him for a second, Xiang Qian put away the computer and walked upstairs first. After the change, she sat by the window and was a little apprehensive: ...... tonight How do you sleep?

The "......" phone showed eleven o'clock, and she was the only one in the bedroom. It was pitch black outside the window, but you could still see the silhouette of snow-capped mountains and woods in the distance. All the things of the afternoon came to mind again, and Xiang Qian couldn't help but be stunned.

"Aren't you sleepy?" Zhu Hang pushed open the doorway.

"No, sleepy, a little sleepy."

"Then why don't you sleep yet?" He walked towards the cloakroom, and suddenly he paused again, looked at her and said, "Are you waiting for me?" ”

"Nervous, narcissistic." Rolling his eyes, Xiang Qian got into the quilt. Today, the heating temperature in the bedroom seems to have become higher, and she only feels that her palms are moist.

In the whole bedroom, she only left the reading lamp on the other side of the bed, and tried to sleep with her eyes closed, but it was ...... Difficulty sleeping.

The sound of Zhu Hang's footsteps from the cloakroom to the bathroom, the sound of Zhu Hang's shower, the sound of Zhu Hang opening the bathroom door, the sound of Zhu Hang drinking water in the living room of the suite, and the sound of Zhu Hang walking to the bedside.

She could hear everything.

The mattress next to me suddenly softened, and the refreshing smell of body soap came to my face.

"Xiang Qian, Xiang Qian, why do you get some difficult operations for yourself every time......" Xiang Qian pursed her lips involuntarily.

"Insomnia?" His voice came from the left.

Opening her eyes, she sighed and sat up clutching the quilt. Zhu Hang was holding an e-book in his hand, and there was a blackened coffee on the bedside table.

"What books are you reading?" Xiang Qian tilted his head and asked.

What a book in German.

"So you can Chinese three words," she exclaimed, "so powerful...... Do you always drink a cup of black coffee before bed? Can you still sleep after drinking? "Sentence after sentence.

Zhu Hang handed it to her and said, "Do you want to taste it?" Hand poured. I really want to talk about my favorite memory of this place in Germany, which is this coffee bean. This is produced by the Zhu family in the alpine manor of Isobia, and the taste is ...... I think you'll love it. ”

The steaming black coffee was handed to the palm of his hand.

Xiang Qian never drinks espresso because it is bitter and astringent. She has never experienced the aroma of wine and fruitiness that people say. It's like drinking Chinese medicine, it's hard to swallow.

It was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, so she could only bite the bullet and take a sip.

Bitter or bitter.

Immediately afterward, a fragrant and familiar fragrance spread in the mouth. Like jasmine, like citrus, and even a bit like black tea. Xiang Qian looked at the cup in his hand in surprise: "This ......"

"Like the perfume you use." Zhu Hang took over: "It is a taste that makes people feel stable and warm." ”

"Uh-huh......" handed him the cup, and Xiang Qian retracted into the quilt again.

"You...... Why don't you read to me? After a while, she suddenly said, "Just the German book you are reading now, you can read it to me." ”

"Okay."

“One half of this music， the melody， was all pomade and sugar and sentimentality. The other half was savage， temperamental and vigorous. Yet the two went artlessly well together and made a whole……”

"How is it English?"

"Because I'm afraid you won't understand."