It didn't take long for Ruan Shiyan to be poured into seven meat and eight vegetables by Song Zehan.

Until she felt a little up, although her sanity was not so sober, she still doubted Song Zehan's purpose.

Otherwise, why would he pour himself wine?

But there are some things that are understood, but it does not mean that you can control them.

The last picture she remembered was being carried back to the bed in the bedroom by Song Zehan from the balcony.

Song Zehan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the sleeping little woman, his deep eyes were full of complexity.

He reached out and gently straightened her messy hair, then gently ran his bony fingers over her little face, which was slightly hot from alcohol.

Gently opening her thin lips, silently calling her name over and over again.

Nguyen Thi Yan.

Poetry.

Yan Yan.

The bright moon silently rose to the highest point little by little.

In the warm bedroom, in the warm white light, the little woman in the bed did not sleep peacefully, frowning and laughing, but she did not wake up.

Ruan Shiyan dreamed again.

But this time it wasn't a nightmare.

She dreamed that Song Zehan and her were talking, the kind that was face-to-face.

She was very happy for a while, but she was so angry that she jumped to her feet.

If she can't help him, she can only play a scoundrel.

But she can't even play Song Zehan as a scoundrel.

It took a long time to wake up from the dream.

She was woken up by the toilet.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, he was startled by Song Zehan beside the bed.

Suddenly I didn't feel sleepy.

"You...... Why are you sitting here? ”

Song Zehan was dressed in a suit and neatly dressed, as if he was going to go out at any time.

But Song Zehan saw the tears in the corners of her eyes at a glance, immediately raised his hand, and wiped away her undried tears with a very light movement.

Ruan Shiyan was stunned, and subconsciously raised a smile.

"It's okay, it's just a nightmare, I'm used to it."

She could only find this reason, and she could not let her say that she dreamed that he was talking to herself, and she cried with joy.

Then Song Zehan should be uncomfortable.

When the words fell, Ruan Shiyan was worried that Song Zehan would see the flaws, so she quickly got up and got out of bed.

"I'm going to the bathroom." After saying that, she ran away.

Song Zehan watched the delicate back disappear quickly in front of him, and his brows furrowed a little.

Nightmare?

Not necessarily.

He heard all her dream words.

Her heart ...... Sure enough, I'm still looking forward to it.

Song Zehan picked up his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Ruan Shiyan.

Then he got up, stretched his eyebrows, and strode out of the bedroom.

It wasn't until he drove the car out of Song Yuan that he took out his mobile phone and dialed an unfamiliar number.

The phone rang several times before it was answered, and before he could speak, Song Zehan bluntly stated his purpose.

"I want to see you, right now."

There was silence in the earpiece for half a minute before a cold, mechanical sound sounded.

"Yes."

Song Zehan's fingers holding the mobile phone suddenly exerted force, and it was not until the knuckles turned white that he took down the mobile phone, hung up the phone, turned off the phone, and left with one foot on the accelerator.

Ruan Shiyan lingered in the bathroom for a while before leaving, and when she just came out, she was relieved when she didn't see Song Zehan.

But when she returned to bed and saw the message sent by Song Zehan on WeChat, a bad premonition suddenly welled up in her heart.

Song Zehan: [If you have something, don't read it. 】

He...... Out of the house?

Ruan Shiyan hurriedly ran out of the bedroom with her mobile phone in her hand.

"Song Zehan?"

"Song Zehan, where are you?"

"Song ......"

Ruan Shiyan's shout alarmed Zhang's mother, "Madam, Mr. has already gone out just now." ”

Ruan Shiyan's breathing stagnated, and her heart inexplicably leaked half a beat.

Really......

Is it just a simple outing?