"Brother, let's have one."

Jun Yue Ze handed over a cigarette at the right time, and after Mo Junlin took it, he lit the cigarette for him.

The two men took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled pale white smoke, and their equally good-looking and handsome faces had a sense of relief.

But this time has passed, next time, when will the nightmare come again?

Jun Yue Ze patted Mo Junlin's shoulder heavily, "Let's go back to the villa and take a shower, and come back tomorrow." ”

"Will she be able to sleep tonight?" Mo Junlin asked suddenly.

Jun Yue Ze's peach blossom eyes flashed slightly, and his tone was uncertain, "Yes." ”

Seeing Mo Junlin's sword eyebrows twisted, Ying Ting's deep face was stained with heavy worry, and he hurriedly said, "She saw you coming, and she used a tranquilizer, so she should be able to fall asleep." ”

"Hmm."

Mo Junlin didn't speak again, and when he left the sanatorium, he looked at the lighted room upstairs with deep eyes, and couldn't take his eyes off it for a long time.

After returning to the seaside villa, a middle-aged man dressed as a housekeeper greeted him, "Sir, you are back." ”

"Hmm."

What else did the housekeeper want to ask, but seeing that the master was deep in the green daisies, he sighed, and finally just said, "Sir, do you want to go to the hot spring pool to relax?" ”

"Nope."

Mo Junlin entered the brightly lit villa, then took the elevator up to the third floor, and through the priceless corridor of famous paintings, he returned to his room.

In the morning, he was in such a hurry that he forgot to bring his mobile phone, and after returning to the room, he immediately found the mobile phone next to the pillow and clicked on WeChat and call records with anticipation.

To his disappointment, the person he was thinking about had not called him or sent him WeChat.

The only remaining glimmer of light in his dark eyes vanished.

Putting down his phone, he entered the bathroom, and after a while, there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and damp, he still couldn't help but pick up his phone.

Still no news from her.

His eyes flickered, and the image somehow popped up in his mind.

"Miss Su, my grandmother wants us to be together, do you want to think about it?"

"Not considered."

"Why?"

"I don't like you, why should I be with you?"

He clenched his phone, and a resentment erupted in his tense body.

Angry, he still couldn't help but send her a WeChat message.

"What are you doing?"

Five minutes passed, and the phone was as quiet as if it were broken.

His eyebrows twisted slightly, his slender fingers fluttering across the keyboard, and he edited another one.

"I missed my appointment yesterday, and when I go back, I will invite your family to dinner."

Another five minutes.

"Su Qing, did you miss me?"

Half an hour later, he called her with a cold and beautiful face.

When the bell rang, he found that his palms were oozing with sweat.

His heart was beating so hard that he seemed a little nervous.

But to his disappointment, the phone rang for a long time, and he didn't wait for her soft and sweet voice.

His deep phoenix eyes stared at the screen for a long time, and then he put the phone back to his pillow.

He walked on his long legs towards the cellar.

After a bottle of whiskey, his heartburn burned badly, but the feeling of distress was a little less.

He stretched out his long arms and sat lazily on the brown leather sofa, his long narrow eyes looking quietly at the crackling fireplace opposite, and the firelight reflected his cold and handsome face more and more mysteriously and preciously.

The alcohol and the severe lack of sleep made him drowsy and groggy, and he suddenly remembered the scene when he first saw her five years ago.