After that, all Song Miaomiao could remember was scattered fragments.

I can't remember how many bottles it started, and my consciousness began to gradually get out of control, and finally I relied on the mechanical movements of my arm to pick up the bottle.

The woman's shrill voice was always in her ears, and her eardrums were almost shattered with screams and applause.

She was like being on the edge of a cliff chased by thousands of people, one step forward was the sharp knife raised by countless enemies, and one step back was a bottomless abyss.

And she hovers in the middle, lonely and desperate.

When the first rays of sunlight came in in the morning, Song Miaomiao's biological clock that she had cultivated for two months began to trouble, and she wanted to get up with the inertia of her body.

But before her eyes opened, a severe headache made her half-up body fall back again.

She lay on the soft bed for a long time, but she quickly realized the strange environment she was in.

"Where is this?" She thought sullenly.

Plain and quaint décor, the whole room looks warm and tidy.

I tried to recall everything after I got drunk last night, but no matter how I recalled, the memory was as if someone had deleted it, and only black and white pockmarks were left in the sky.

Song Miaomiao glanced at the neat clothes on her body, not to mention the vomit, there were not even a few folds.

She touched the corner of her clothes in a daze, and couldn't help praising her own wine, even if people drink broken pieces, they can still maintain such a good image, it's really not easy, and they thought that according to their own temperament, if they don't make trouble, they should attract a lot of onlookers, but they didn't expect to be able to fall asleep so well-behaved.

"Squeak." There was a soft knock at the door.

The man's tall and thin figure appeared in front of her, as expressionless as ever, but his handsome and clear face still allowed Song Miaomiao to catch a trace of imperceptible rejection and dodge.

Rejection of her can understand, why is there a dodge?

More importantly, why is he here?

Recalling this furniture with seven points of his style, it is not difficult to guess where it is.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Thinking of this, Song Miaomiao rolled down from the bed with a grunt, glanced at the side of the bed, and didn't see the shoes, so she could only stand in place with her bare white and tender feet.

Ning Jian looked at the woman who rolled out of bed in a panic, and then stood in front of her with her bare feet and her head down, just like a child who did something wrong and waited for her parents to punish her.

Yes, 22 years old, 23 years old, three years older than Ning Lian, isn't it just a child.

But when he thought of last night, the child tilted his head and looked him in the eye for the first time, and his cold gaze made him uncomfortable.

She said: "Ning Jian, why do you pity me, aren't you the most pitiful person who wears a mask all the year round?" ”

I don't know how long it has been, so long that he has almost forgotten his original intention of studying medicine, and forgot his original intention before leaving other countries with his bags alone.

He is always silently paying attention to and caring for the people around him in his own way, but he is never good at words, and no matter how much he does, he still gets Ning Lian's sentence: "Because I am not born to the Ning family." ”

has no waves of heart for many years, but her words have set off a ripple.

He raised his hand and rubbed the slightly swollen forehead, picked up a spare pair of slippers by the door, put them at her feet, and then walked out of the room without looking back, and intimately closed the door for her when he left.

After a long time, a man's deep and pleasant voice came from outside: "Wash up and come out to eat." ”