Song Cangran touched the seat belt and hesitated for a moment.

"Let's go up."

Looking at the smile in Huo Zizhao's eyes, she added a little weakly: "Just go up and sit down, what do you want?" ”

"I didn't think about anything," the latter leaned down and leaned in front of her ambiguously, "Do you want to do something else?" ”

"Nope!"

She pushed his face away, unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of the car.

Through the car window, a certain man looked at her petite figure, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

At this time, in the hotel suite, Song Shihai stood in front of Gu Xinjie like a schoolboy who had done something wrong.

He had been explaining for more than ten minutes, and he had said everything he could say, but Gu Xinjie had not moved at all except for lifting his eyelids when he first came in.

She sat silently on the side of the bed, her expression indifferent, her posture had not changed since he entered the door, as if she had fallen into her own world, and everything around her had nothing to do with her.

"Xiao Jie," seeing her like this, Song Shihai was a little panicked, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to her, wanting to touch her face: "What's wrong with you?" Is there something uncomfortable? ”

Seeing that his fingertips were about to touch Gu Xinjie, her, who was originally lifeless, suddenly shrank back, and shouted as if she was greatly frightened: "You go away!"

"Okay, I'll go, don't be angry," Song Shihai looked at her carefully: "I'm just outside the door, I won't go far, if you have something, call me, I will always wait for you there." ”

Gu Xinjie didn't speak, and suddenly got up and walked out.

"Xiaojie!" Song Shihai grabbed her wrist: "I was wrong, I know I hurt your heart, you don't have to forgive me, but let me stay by your side and give me a chance to make amends, okay?" ”

"Let it go!" Gu Xinjie shook her hands in disgust, as if he was such a dirty thing.

Song Shihai's heart was like a knife, and finally he had to let go of her and watch her walk into the bathroom step by step.

On the other side, Song Cangran opened the door of the house, originally planning to stay in the living room and watch TV, but Huo Zizhao walked straight to her bedroom as soon as he entered.

"What are you doing there?" She followed: "Hey, you come out."

Huo Zizhao didn't listen, he paced into the bedroom slowly, handsomely put one hand in his pocket, moved his long legs, looked around, and was as comfortable as he wanted.

"So your room is like this, I've wanted to come in and have a visit."

It was as if he hadn't been here, and someone had snuck in as soon as he had the opportunity.

"It's not like you haven't seen it," Song Cangran said speechlessly.

"That's different."

And it's quite different, it used to sneak in, it would be nice to be able to talk to her a few more words, today he is the master, he wants to see what he wants, and he wants to stay as long as he wants.

He casually picked up the picture frame on the bookshelf and looked at her with a smile when she was a child.

"What else?"

"Huh?"

"What about the albums you had when you were a kid? I'm going to see, are there any restrictive photos, like no clothes or anything like that? ”

"Nope!" This scourge is full of things of all kinds.

"There must be, if you don't hand it over, I'll turn it over myself."

Seeing that he really moved to pull her drawer, Song Cangran jumped over and dragged him in annoyance.

Anyway, this is a girl's boudoir, how can anyone flip like him.

"Hey, you can't get out, don't touch my things."

Huo Zizhao took a good time to block, as if he had a back eye, easily grabbed the small fist she swung over, held it with one hand, and supported it with the other, and turned around to knock her on the bookshelf.

His face hung in front of her, his body leaning slightly, his dark eyes smiling.

"Okay, I don't move your things, I can move my own, right?"