Kicking off his high heels, he rubbed upwards, and got into the quilt like a cat, his long black curly hair scattered and casually landed on his arms around him, sitting on the bed that belonged to the silent man, and he was in a trance at night.

With her understanding of Bo Qiyan, his almost stubborn attachment to her, he would not let her go so easily, but he should not be silent without saying a word.

Yezi didn't understand what he was thinking, his mind was groggy, he slowly slid down into the quilt, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

When he wore a bath towel around his waist and dried his hair in the bathroom, he saw the black and white quilt arched up, but he was missing the figure of the night.

The man raised his eyebrows, walked over, knelt beside the bed, lifted the corner of the quilt, and saw the little woman curled up like a cat, already asleep.

He looked at it for a moment, then finally sighed heavily.

Gently tossing her long hair to the side, she helped her pull the zipper from behind, freeing her from the black wrap gown.

The girl's pale body was straightened by the man, the pillow was cushioned, and the quilt was gently covered before picking up the clothes and standing up straight.

Bo Chuyan stared at the black wrap dress in his hand for a while, and his handsome thick eyebrows slowly twisted.

This dress was not chosen by him.

The man's face was cold, his knuckled fingers slowly tightened, and the delicate dress was crumpled by him, and he threw it into the trash in disgust.

Bo Qiyan glanced at the sleeping little woman with a side face, picked up the mobile phone, walked out of the door softly, closed it and walked to the balcony, and dialed the phone.

After a few rings, it was connected.

"The dress you prepared for her?" The man's voice was full of coldness.

"Hmm, is it pretty?" Leng Siche on the other side of the phone smiled at the corner of his lips and asked rhetorically.

"Leng Siche, have you forgotten that it was my woman at night." Bo Chopper squinted his eyes and warned.

"Well, it's yours." Leng Siche smiled.

As if expecting Bo Chui's face to darken, Leng Siche spoke, "Bring Miss Ye over to check at ten o'clock tomorrow." He tapped his fingers twice on the table, looked at the photo on the computer screen, and asked, "Didn't Miss Bai call you?" ”

"What do you mean?" Bo slashed his face and raised his eyebrows.

Leng Siche closed the photo, turned the swivel chair to the window, "It's late at night, go to sleep." ”

After hanging up the phone, Bo Qiyan looked down at the communication record, and there was no Bai Enhui's number in it.

He stood for a while, still didn't make a call, walked back to the living room, turned off the phone, leaned over to put the phone aside, and entered the room.

The little woman slept soundly.

Bo Qiyan hugged her from behind and closed his eyes.

He was tired.

She said the breakup.

She broke up so easily.

The man's hand around the little woman's waist was slowly tightened, and his handsome face was pressed against her soft black curls, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

The insects chirp on the autumn night, the moonlight is soft, and the breeze blows the curtains, sometimes rising and sometimes falling.

The man didn't close his eyes all night, listening to the even breathing of the little woman in his arms, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next day, when the glare of daylight woke up to the night, it was nearly nine o'clock.

At night, he opened his eyes suddenly, glanced at the mobile phone in his hand, and when he clicked on the screen, he found that it had been turned off.

She sat on the bed for a while, looked at the phone sideways, picked it up and turned it on, threw it on the bed and didn't look at it, stepped on the ground barefoot barefoot, and went into the bathroom.

When he walked out at night with a white bath towel and long hair, he was talking on the balcony with his back to the door.

Hearing the movement, he slipped off the phone and turned around.