A pair of black shiny leather shoes came into view and stood in front of her.

She thought that Lu Zhenming had something to say to her, so she took a deep breath and raised her eyes to look at him.

Looking at each other, her clear dark pupils were imprinted with the handsome and indifferent face of a man.

She waited for a while, but didn't see Lu Zhenming speak, her lips moved, and she was about to say something to him, but the man suddenly opened his mouth, with a hint of coldness in his tone: "Get out of the way!" ”

She was stunned, and then reacted that he stood in front of him not to talk to her, but that he was in his way.

Realizing this, she felt as if she had been slapped in the face, with a hint of heat.

She lowered her head with a hot face, didn't dare to look at Lu Zhenming's cold face, and took a few steps back.

The man's cold tone suddenly sounded in her ears, with a hint of cold warning.

"At my parents' place, please be careful with your words and deeds!"

In her half-lowered gaze, she saw the man stride out of the room, as if in the wind, and a strand of hair on her sideburns floated up.

The sound of leather shoes on the ground knocked on her heart, and when Lu Zhenming's footsteps could no longer be heard, Su Wansheng raised her head, her face was a little pale.

Looking at the open door and the empty hallway, the expression on her face was a little dull.

She stood at the door for a long time, thinking that her face must be bad, so she didn't go downstairs.

She closed the door, went over and sat down at the dresser, took out a booklet from the locked drawer, and turned the first page to see the dried leaves of the sycamore tree sandwiched inside.

That's the French plane tree leaves.

She picked it up gently, and wrote Lu Zhenming's name on the leaves with an oil pen.

Although it has been three years and the leaves have turned yellow after drying, you can still see the handwriting on them.

Those three words carry all the thoughts she missed when she was in France.

Because she heard that when you miss someone, write their name on the leaves, and the wind will bring your thoughts to him.

So, when she was in France, I don't know how many such leaves were written in her hands.

And the names on it are all the same person.

***

didn't want to experience last night's incident again, Su Wansheng took a shower and lay down at nine o'clock, but she couldn't sleep for a while.

She forced herself to sleep, but the more she did this, the more she couldn't sleep.

I don't know how long it was, but the door was pushed open and someone walked in.

She knew that it was Lu Zhenming who had returned to the room.

Immediately after, she heard a rustling sound, and the sound of belts, and not long after, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

When she heard the sound of the belt just now, and thinking of the scene last night, her body instinctively stiffened.

There was no breath of Lu Zhenming in the room, so she slowly relaxed and breathed a faint sigh of relief.

At this moment, she let go of the hand holding the quilt and found that there was a layer of fine sweat oozing from her palm.

She couldn't help but chuckle to herself, when did she become so afraid of him?

Listening to the sound of the rushing water, she couldn't sleep even more, and turned her head to look, the man's clothes and pants were thrown at the end of the bed, and there was a mobile phone and a glass of water on the bedside table.

I don't know what Lu Zhenming's habit is, he will put a glass of water on the bedside table every night before going to bed.

After more than ten minutes, she heard the "click" of the bathroom door, and quickly lay down on her side, pretending to sleep with her eyes closed.