Yan Yichen leaned quietly on the back of the sofa chair, staring at the computer screen with deep eyes, and the computer screen displayed the door monitoring.

Yan Yichen glanced at the time on his phone, and it showed 10:50.

He pursed his sexy thin lips, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose with some irritability, his deep eyes flashed slightly, and there was a trace of coolness lingering in his unfathomable eyes, and his gaze was like a knife on the almost static computer screen.

At this point in time, that girl was not at home.

Where did she go?

Originally, he planned a four-day business trip, but he hurried to finish all the work in two days with the fastest efficiency, just to come back and see her early.

It's just that he hasn't seen her for two days, Yan Yichen's whole heart is on her, and suffocating thoughts envelop him all the time.

He suddenly felt a little in a trance, and he couldn't remember how he had come over in the past few years when she was not in China.

In the past six years, he has slowly gotten used to the days when he can't see her, and he has learned to bury that bitter longing deep in his heart and silently wait for the day when he will meet.

Countless silent nights, he waited for the dawn with his eyes open and only the only memories he had with her.

Suddenly, a slender figure flashed on the computer screen, which had always been stationary.

Yan Yichen stood up suddenly, his dark and cold eyes saw the smart figure clearly, and the chill gradually dissipated.

Meng Yier said goodbye to Ke Sen downstairs and went upstairs by herself. Standing in front of the house, she rummaged through her bag for the keys.

With a "click", Meng Yi'er didn't have time to turn back, and a cold voice had already come from behind her.

"Coming back?"

Meng Yi'er was frightened by the sudden voice, she turned her head, and what caught her eyes was a handsome man in a bathrobe, leaning against the door frame casually and lazily, and no expression could be seen on his indifferent face.

"Scared me to death......" Meng Yier breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head and continued to rummage in her bag.

"You're back from a business trip so soon?"

On Yan Yichen's indifferent and handsome face, a sexy thin lip was pursed tighter, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

So fast!

Does she still think that his business trip is too short?

If it weren't for her......

What a heartless girl!

"Hmm"

Yan Yichen nodded, she finally stopped being as disgusted with him as before in the past few days, and he might push her away again.

"During the two days I was on a business trip, you didn't forget to feed the hairballs, did you?"

Meng Yi'er raised her head suddenly, her hand looking for the key paused for a moment, and her soft voice was a little anxious, "By the way, hairball, I almost forgot, I wasn't at home all day today, and it must be hungry now." ”

Suddenly remembering the hairball, Meng Yier blamed herself a little, she was not at home all day today, and only fed once when she left in the morning, it is estimated that the hairball should have been hungry at this time.

Thinking to herself, she quickened the movement of her hands.

Yan Yichen pulled his lips and shook his head helplessly, his cold voice was full of ridicule.

"Alas, I said you girl, why are you so unreliable, I told you to take care of it, and you ...... it"

Meng Yi'er opened the door, as if she didn't hear his words, and as soon as she stepped into one foot, she called anxiously, "Hairball-"

Aren't furballs supposed to be downstairs?

Yan Yichen's indifferent face was a little puzzled, watching her enter the house in a hurry while calling for the hairball, Yan Yichen did not hesitate at all, and followed her closely and walked in.

"You brought the furball home?"

"Hairball ......"

Meng Yier looked around for the furball, and the furball heard her call, jumped out of the room, and pounced at her feet.

Meng Yi'er smiled, bent down and gently picked up the furball, sat down on the sofa, and stroked its fur, the furball lay meekly in the crook of her arm.

"Furball, I'm sorry, you must be hungry."

Yan Yichen sat down next to her, and was about to reach out to stroke the hairball snow-white, Meng Yi'er quickly raised her hand and slapped his hand, held the hairball and dodged to the side, and said nervously: "You are careful of allergies-"