Yes, it took more than two hours.

Outside, fireworks exploded, firecrackers roared, the first night of the new year.

Nalan Yanran spent her time on Gu Shiyu's bed leaning on a fan.

Nalan Yanran fanned her fan while looking out the window and thought, the first day of the new year was so manipulative, will she not have a good year.

After thinking about it for a while, the hand fanning the fan became slower and slower, and his movements became more and more slow.

It didn't take long for the fan to fall from Nalan Yanran's hand.

Nalan Yan nodded sleepily, her eyelids sinking.

fell down on the bed in a daze, and even squeezed the man next to him dissatisfied, and skillfully got into the quilt.

It's still a little cold in the cold winter night, and there's a heat source next to you.

After a while, Nalan Yanran leaned towards Gu Shiyu.

In the darkness, the man who had been asleep slowly opened his light eyes, and after a few seconds, closed them again.

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On the other side, Jiang Jingming and Zhao Yancheng sat in the living room until one o'clock in the morning.

finally got up, took on his coat and left the Huo family's old house.

He drove all the way to the familiar place, an old dwelling.

Jiang Jingming parked the car downstairs, got out of the car, leaned on the door and lit a cigarette.

Cigarette lit his head, he looked at the familiar floor, it was dark, and he thought she should be asleep.

He stood for an unknown amount of time in the night, until the creaking of blood on his feet made him turn his head to look over.

Seeing the oncoming woman, he couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds, and his throat was a little tight.

Jiang Chuchu obviously didn't expect him to be here, and he was stunned for a few seconds when he saw him, but he quickly returned to normal.

The eyes of the two collided for a moment in the cold night, and Jiang Jingming stared at her without taking his eyes off.

It's just that Jiang Chuchu lightly avoided his gaze, as if he didn't see him, and walked towards the front of the building.

Jiang Jingming's car was stuck in front of the door, so much so that she had to walk past him.

Jiang Jingming didn't make a sound, but his eyes followed her footsteps, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

The woman was wearing a black coat, a burgundy scarf, a bloodless face, and black hair, like a rose blooming on a snowy night, revealing an indescribable breath of death, but for no reason it made people feel pity.

Jiang Chuchu slowly walked past him, as if he really regarded him as a stranger, and he didn't even plan to say hello.

It's just that the moment she walked by her side, Jiang Jingming couldn't hold back anymore.

Subconsciously stretched out his foot and tripped her.

Jiang Chuchu obviously didn't expect him to do this, so he tripped over him and fell directly into his arms.

The tip of the nose hits a warm chest, with a faint smell of tobacco.

Jiang Jingming directly hugged her into his arms, looking at her with a cigarette in his mouth and slightly lowering his eyes, but there was a rare seriousness hidden in Hang'er Langdang's eyes.

She was still as soft and cold as before, so he couldn't help but want to take her into his arms and cover the heat.

But this woman's heart is cold, and the sad end becomes the story of the farmer and the snake, and he can't cover her, but he has to take himself.

Jiang Chuchu raised his eyes to look at him, and said slowly, "Is it enough?" ”

Listening to her cold voice, Jiang Jingming's throat moved slightly, and he wanted to say anything but couldn't say a word.

He held her in one hand and took the cigarette down with the other.

Looking at the pair of black and white eyes full of indifference in front of him, he actually wanted to ask her if she would still be willing to be with him if he could not care about what had happened and how many men she had been with.