His form froze, his throat rolled hard, and he strode out of the room again.

The hourly worker had already arrived, made breakfast for him, saw him come down, shouted "Mr. Feng", and went to the kitchen to bring him out the breakfast.

He pulled out a stool and sat down at the table: "Is there only one?" ”

The part-time worker was stunned for a moment and replied, "There is still superfluous." ”

"Go get another one."

"Okay." The hourly worker answered the call and went into the kitchen.

In the bathroom, Song Zhiyue took off the sheets wrapped around her body, and saw the traces on her body from the mirror, her expression was a little blank.

She became a dusty woman, and he also said that he was responsible for her, and she should be happy, but she was not happy at all.

Feng Chen asked her for her drunken last night, not his intention.

And it is very likely that he regarded her as Liang Weirong.

She originally thought that she didn't need him to be responsible, and she was happy to be able to give her the first time to a man she had loved for so long.

But after Feng Chen said that she was responsible, she was a little hesitant.

If she misses this time, she may not have the opportunity to be by his side again.

At this moment, her heart was a mess, and she didn't know what to do.

She spent a while in the bathroom before she entered the bathroom.

After taking a hot bath, she walked out wrapped in a bath towel.

She picked up the dress on the ground, it had been torn and could no longer be worn.

Seal the dust here, and there will definitely be no girls' clothes.

She walked over to the closet, opened the door, and pulled out a pair of sportswear with shorts and shorts.

She was petite and very generous to wear, but it was better than no clothes.

She took a picture of the situation, and thought to herself: If she was seen by Shengsheng, she would definitely laugh at her.

Suddenly, she was stunned, and then searched all over the room for her phone.

Worst!

She actually forgot about such a big thing as Shengsheng falling into the sea.

Remembering that after calling Jiang Fengxing last night, she put her mobile phone and bag on the sofa downstairs, and she ran downstairs in a panic.

After the hourly worker prepares another breakfast, he begins to disturb the hygiene.

And Feng Chen was eating breakfast while reading the morning newspaper.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs, and the hourly worker looked up and saw a woman coming down from the stairs, and was stunned for a moment.

No wonder Mr. Feng asked him to prepare another breakfast.

No wonder there was a woman's bag and a white phone on the couch.

This was the first time she had seen a woman appear in Mr. Feng's house.

And this woman is still wearing Mr. Feng's clothes, it seems that the relationship between the two is not simple.

Feng Chen frowned lightly when he saw Song Zhiyue wearing his own clothes and his large slippers on his feet.

After Song Zhiyue got down the last step, he rushed to the sofa, grabbed his mobile phone and called Jiang Fengxing.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected, and before Jiang Fengxing could speak, she couldn't wait to ask, "Have you found Shengsheng?" ”

"Not yet."

There was no quilt in the ship's lounge, and the sea breeze was strong at night, and Jiang fell asleep in the middle of the night, so he caught a cold.

His voice was uncomfortable and his voice sounded weird.

Song Zhiyue's hand holding the mobile phone trembled, and her pupils shrank suddenly, and she didn't find anyone all night......

She hurriedly asked, "Where are you?" ”

"It's still yesterday's ship."

"I'll come right over."

Hanging up the phone, Song Zhiyue stuffed the phone into her bag indiscriminately, and rushed out with the bag.