"Really??" After Shen Liangyu heard her words, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Really, it's handsome!" Tang Youqing looked at him very seriously and nodded: "Let me tell you, the board size is the standard for testing a handsome guy, on the TV I watched before, those little brothers of the special police are handsome!" ”

"Hehe...... Shen Liangyu listened to her words and suddenly laughed like a fool.

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Yu Wanwan rushed all the way to the subway from the place where they had dinner, and after sitting on the subway line 2 for about half an hour, he finally arrived at the stop in front of Han Ye's house.

After coming out of the subway station, she trotted all the way and ran directly towards Han Ye's community.

When she stood at the door of Han Ye's house, Yu Wanwan felt that she was inexplicably a little nervous.

Immediately saw Han Ye, what should she say to him, Yu Wanwan bit her lip gently, stood at the door and thought for a while, but she didn't come up with a reason, but her heartbeat became more and more panicked.

After grinding like this for a while, she finally took a deep breath and rang the doorbell of Han Ye's house.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong." The doorbell rang a few times, but there was no sound inside.

What's going on, isn't this guy at home?

Yu Wanwan hesitated for a moment, but still directly entered the password on the password lock of Han Ye's house, pushed the door and entered.

The room was quiet, and the dining room was a mess.

There were empty beer bottles lying all over the table, and it looked as if they had been thrown away without a few bites.

Yu Wanwan looked at the situation in front of her, couldn't help frowning, turned around and walked towards Han Ye's room.

Pushing open Han Ye's door, the room was dim, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were not drawn, and a faint light shone in through the window glass.

On the big bed in the middle of the room, there seemed to be a figure, not even covered with a quilt, curled up there.

Yu Wanwan walked to the bed and took a look.

Han Ye was sleeping quietly on the bed, his dark hair was messily scattered on the sheets, a pair of delicate eyebrows were tightly wrinkled in his sleep, the original pink lips were now turning a little pale, and there was no blood on his delicate cheeks.

He looked haggard, a little thinner than he had looked two days ago.

There was such a big thing at home, and he carried it silently by himself without saying a word.

Yu Wanwan looked at him, inexplicably feeling a little distressed and a little angry.

She reached out and pulled the quilt at the end of the bed, carefully covered him, tucked the corners of the quilt for him, and then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and reached out to close the curtains.

As soon as the curtains were drawn, the whole room suddenly went dark.

Yu Wanwan took out his mobile phone, illuminated the road under his feet with the faint light of the mobile phone screen, cautiously and lightly walked out of Han Ye's room, and closed the door for him by the way.

Outside, in the living room, the lights are still shining.

Yu Wanwan put away her phone, sighed softly, and began to resign herself to tidying up the dining table and cleaning.

This night, Han still didn't sleep well.

In the dream, he walked alone on a dark path, surrounded by darkness, no light could be seen, and the road under his feet seemed to have no end, no matter how he ran, it seemed to be standing still.