Along the way, Song Zhiyue was sullen.

From the sealing of the dust to the place where she lived, she didn't say a word.

The car stopped downstairs, got out of the car, and took out the trunk from the trunk.

Song Zhiyue took it from his hand and said angrily: "I won't invite you to go up and drink tea, goodbye." ”

After saying that, she pulled the box and walked towards the corridor.

In the quiet of the night, only the rattling of the wheels of the suitcase.

Feng Chen knew that she was angry with herself, and looked at her figure entering the corridor, hesitated, but he still followed.

There was no way to drag it on the steps, and the box was relatively heavy, so Song Zhiyue only carried it up one floor, and he was tired and sweating profusely.

For the first time, she hated that the place she lived in was so bad that there wasn't even an elevator.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she thought it was a resident here, and stepped aside a little to let the other party go first.

But the man grabbed her box, and the place where she could shake hands was not much bigger.

The man's dry palm was almost on the back of her hand.

She withdrew her hand, turned her head, and met her dark eyes.

She was instantly annoyed, if she knew it was him, she would have wanted him to hold it all the time, and she would have smoked some hand.

"You're not leaving?"

Feng Chen held her box and said, "If you don't want to see me, I can leave now." ”

Song Zhiyue is really angry, can't he say something nice?

For example, the box is too heavy, and I'm afraid you'll be tired.

When he was with Liang Weirong before, was he so puzzled?

"Then what are you doing with you?"

Feng Chen glanced at her and silently carried her suitcase upstairs.

When he stopped at the door of her house, his breath was a little disturbed.

Song Zhiyue flipped through the new key from her bag and opened the door.

Sure enough, it was cleaned, and it was cleaner than when she lived alone.

She asked Xiang Fengchen: "Are you afraid that I will stay with you all the time and not leave?" ”

Feng Chen said lightly: "No." ”

"That's what you think, otherwise why would you find a part-time worker to clean my room?"

Feng Chen frowned, carried the box into the house, threw down the sentence "rest early", and walked out.

After he left, Song Zhiyue closed the door, and before he even had time to take a sip, he went into the bedroom, and then walked to the window.

She waited for two minutes and saw Feng Chen come out of the corridor and walk towards her car.

Only when his car was far away did she leave the room to drink water.

After drinking a glass of water, she took her pajamas and went to take a shower.

She came out and took out the clothes in the box one by one and hung them in the closet, and after finishing them, she glanced at the time on her phone.

She is a person whose temper comes and goes quickly.

She estimated the time, guessed that he should be home, and sent him a text message.

[Are you home?] 】

After a long while, Feng Chen sent her a message back, only two simple words.

[It's here.] 】

The corners of her lips curled, and her fingertips quickly typed on her phone.

- I've been in Paris for so long, have you ever thought about me?

After editing this sentence, her fingertips paused, pursed her lips and thought about it, and deleted it little by little.

She was afraid that the answer she heard was not what she wanted.

She was afraid that his words would shatter all her beliefs.

Knowing his thoughts, why bother asking?

She threw her phone aside and lay down under the covers.

She rested for three days, spent two days with Su Wansheng in the hospital, went home to see her parents one day, and then went to the company to report on the fourth day.