Now for me, the most painful thing is the jet lag. My life has always been very regular, although the nightlife in the city is very rich, but if there is no thriving vine river and moon to pull me out to play, I will usually read a book at home for a while at night, and then go to bed before 10 o'clock. Now the sudden reversal of righteousness during the day and night makes me feel like I am falling into hell. I think hell is nothing more than that, you don't let you sleep when you want to, and you have to lie in bed when you can't sleep. So I became the most difficult nail in the whole group.

In order to make us get over the jet lag as soon as possible, the party took us out to play during the day and watched a few fashion shows. However, on the road, I would fall asleep in the car, and whenever I had the opportunity to sit down, even on a stone bench, I would immediately fall asleep. The most powerful thing is that once I fell asleep standing holding a pillar, and I also had a dream, dreaming that Dang Hanye and Jiang Shuiyue were married in a dress, and after being woken up, I knew that it could only be a dream. After watching the performance, when everyone was discussing other people's designs, I slept next to me, fortunately I slept very peacefully, there was no movement, if I slept if I snored, I would be ashamed to death, especially in front of the cold night of the party.

And then at night I would be so refreshed, tossing and turning, with my eyes open and my eyes closed, that I could count to 10 million sheep, and that I could count to 20 million with a clear mind, and I couldn't sleep anyway.

When sleeping becomes an ordeal, it is better not to sleep. I waited until Jiang Shuiyue had slept very peacefully, so I secretly put on my clothes and sneaked out with my shoes. He locked the door of the room and went down to put on his shoes, and just as he had tied a shoelace, he saw a pair of feet in sneakers. I looked up my slender legs along my feet, and then up on my sturdy waist, broad shoulders, and ugly face.

"Chill...... Mr. Han ...... "I can't be justified and screamed.

"Where are you going?" His tone was stern.

I was scared, like an elementary school student who made a mistake and was caught by the teacher, "I...... I...... I really can't sleep. I didn't mean to ......"

Perhaps it was my pitiful appearance that made him unbearable to reprimand, and he said in a kind tone: "If you are like this, I'm afraid that we won't be able to get worse by the end of the game." ”

I quibbled: "Then you don't have to fall, just go back to sleep at the time in China, and you don't have to go back to jet lag." ”

He was amused: "You girl is very cunning. Where do you want to go, I'll take you? ”

I have been wronged, I have been a human being in two lives, and others have always used "honesty" to evaluate me, and Dang Hanye was the first to use the word cunning on me. I'm really a little "flattered", I'm afraid that my heart and eyes will grow a thousand times longer, and I can't reach the word cunning. But he said he was going to take me to play and not have to sleep, and I was overjoyed, but when I asked where I was going, I really didn't have an idea.

I shook my head: "I can't sleep and I don't know where to go." ”

He didn't say much else, just said, "Let's go." Then he walked ahead.

I followed closely, without hesitation, even if he was going to sell me.

The elevator stopped in the underground parking lot and he led me to a nice car and opened the door.

I was amazed that he drove such a broken car at home and such a good car abroad. He seemed to see what was on my mind and said, "This is not my car, it is provided by the hotel, come on." ”

I sat down carefully and he gently closed the door. He helped me fasten my seatbelt first when he got in the car. The car drove out of the hotel, and New York at night can be described as a night of fire.

Dang Han sat next to me and drove, the street lamp flashed through the glass from his angular face, desolate and misty, there was an indescribable temptation, the man driving was very handsome. I think if he hadn't been disfigured, he would have been a handsome guy.

He took me to a gym, no wonder he wore a tracksuit, it turned out that he was here to work out. It's not bad, I can't sleep, I exercise, and I might fall asleep when I'm tired.

We went into the basketball arena and a few people were playing enthusiastically. Two of them were yellow and four were white, all men. Dang Hanye seemed to know them well, and he took me in to play instead of letting me sit and watch.

I didn't play basketball well, but I used to be a member of the varsity team when I was in school, and I played a few games that weren't too intense, but I was sent off for a foul almost every time.

Women and men are not heavyweights in the first place, plus these men are tall and big, and their ball skills are still very good, do I still want to touch the ball with a thin and weak little woman sandwiched in the middle? But the basketball game of the party cold night is quite good, especially his jumping up and throwing action is chic and capable, handsome!

Even though he passed to me every time he grabbed the ball, I was always zero in what I could catch. Poor me was running around sweating profusely, but I didn't even touch the ball, and everyone laughed.

"Xiaoxue!"

With the sound of the cold night of the party, his ball also passed. I couldn't be so embarrassed anymore, I had to catch one, so I almost didn't want to kill myself to grab the ball, and I improved better than before, and when the tip of my left finger touched the ball, the ball was snatched away and I finally touched the ball! However, I still didn't grab it, and I lost such a good ball from him.

I looked at him apologetically, and he smiled with relief, his long eyelashes flapping like butterfly wings, giving me a sense of phantom beauty.

After two hours of playing, I was so tired that I could barely get up. The party bought me a bottle of milk on a cold night, and I drank it in one go, and I forgot to say thank you.

I thought he was going to let me out and do activities, and then I would be able to fall asleep when I was tired. But instead of taking me directly to the hotel, he went to a theater on Broadway, where a traditional play "Swan Lake" was performing. We were halfway through the show when we came, and in the dark auditorium, he took my hand and touched his seat lightly.

His hand was warm and strong, my hand was always sweating with excitement, and the feeling of being held by him was something I had done countless times in my dreams, and when the dream came true, my heart was excited to jump out. But he apparently didn't feel my excitement, but was afraid that he would lose me in the dark, so he took my hand and looked for a seat, and when he found one, he let me go. I reluctantly withdrew my hand and sat down, only to sigh with a lingering fragrance.

The cute little swans on the stage bounced to the music of Tchaikovsky's masterpiece, but I, a layman, was already ignorant of music in awe, and I was even more confused in the face of this kind of elegant music. Turning his head to look at the cold night of the party, he admired it serenely. Yes, he was originally a director, a very accomplished artist, his talent, taste, ability, status and even money are not of the same class as mine, it should be a great honor in my life to be able to sit with such a shocking character and enjoy the dance drama, even our family's ancestral grave should be smoking, right?

I continued to stare at the stage, forcing myself to appreciate, to comprehend, to savor the beautiful body language of the dancers and the masterpieces of the masters. But the dazedness still rippled in my heart, and I yawned and was dazed......