The light was faint, and gradually there was a birdsong singing.

The crisp chirping woke up the person who was still lying on the bed, and Yang Minghui subconsciously wanted to take Song Shihao into his arms, but he hugged him.

In just a second, he suddenly woke up, sat up from the bed suddenly, and his eyes fell on the side, the person who should have been lying there was gone, and the bed was already cold.

His heart was beating uncontrollably, he hurriedly lifted the quilt, and ran to the bathroom without even caring about his shoes, panicking in his heart.

"Good time!" Not in the bathroom, not in the bathroom.

"Good time!" He called her name eagerly and rushed out of the living room, but there was still no one.

"Good time! Good time! Good Song! ”

He tried his best to suppress his breathing, his heart enveloped in panic, his trembling hands and his legs that were constantly weakening.

"Good Song! Where are you! ”

The guest bedroom is not there, the cloakroom is not there, the study is not there, and the kitchen is still empty.

He ran the whole apartment, looking around every corner, but he couldn't find the thin man.

Returning from the kitchen to the living room, his steps were very slow, like a person being tortured, his whole body was drained, his hands were shaking, his knees were weak, and he knelt defenselessly on Lin.

The moment his knees touched the marble floor, there was a muffled sound of "dong", just listening to it made people feel the pain in his heart, the dull pain at the mouth of his heart made his breathing sluggish, and it took him half a time before he raised his hand to cover his mouth, slowly lowered his head, his eyes were already covered with blood, and they were red.

After a few hard breaths, he leaned back on the couch, his eyes falling in the direction of the bedroom, and his mouth kept calling her name.

"It's a good time...... Good times...... Where have you been? ”

At this time, the sound of the mobile phone placed in the bedroom came, Yang Minghui suddenly woke up, hurriedly got up from the ground and ran to the bedroom, in a panic, he actually forgot the most convenient communication tool in this era.

Rummaged through her mobile phone and dialed Song Shihao's number, but it didn't make his look any better, she turned it off.

He didn't give up and continued to call, as it used to be, as long as he kept calling, there would always be a time when she would pick up, she might be impatient, she might be angry, she might want to stab him or give him a gun, but she would pick it up, and she would let him hear her.

But this time, she turned off her phone, no matter how many times he called, she didn't answer, she seemed to have suddenly evaporated from the world, and she couldn't find the slightest trace.

He sat down on the bed with a hair left behind by her fingertips, and put it on his hand to look at it, if it hadn't been for the hair telling him that she was in his arms last night, he might have thought that everything last night was a dream.

"Shihao, where have you been, you have to tell me, I promise not to disturb your ......"

He took a deep breath and fell onto the bed, where was he going to find her......

He didn't get up until it was close to work time in bed, forcing himself to cheer up, he still had a lot of things to deal with, and he couldn't just let himself go.

But his legs were heavy as if they had been filled with lead, and every step he took felt like a torture.

With a cold face and neatly dressed, he put on a tie for himself, buttoned his cuffs, and became the person who was always against Xie Jinxiao.