"I've already called Yin Zhongquan, you don't have to rush back, besides, there are no clothes you can wear here, only ask the assistant to send them tomorrow morning."

I want to keep it, but I can't keep it. can only use this as an excuse, in fact, Yin Tongtong's clothes he had already asked someone to buy them and send them over, and they were placed in the living room downstairs at the moment.

Yin Tongtong didn't speak, and it was a tacit acquiescence to Leng Yebai's decision.

"You drink the porridge first, you sleep here tonight, and I'll sleep somewhere else." Seeing that Yin Tongtong did not object, Leng Yebai spoke again.

"Thank you." It's a very formulaic polite language, but it expresses not only gratitude, but also the meaning of sending off guests.

"Call me if you need me, I'm right next door. Rest early and good night. After Leng Yebai finished speaking, after Yin Tongtong responded, he opened the door and went out, and closed the door with him.

It's just that Leng Yebai, who was standing at the door, didn't leave immediately, and kept standing there quietly listening to the movements in the house.

It's a pity that Yin Tongtong's movement is not big, and the sound insulation effect of this room is too good, he didn't hear anything.

Inside the house, Yin Tongtong drank a bowl of porridge dry and quietly, she was indeed hungry, not only hungry, but also tired.

This body itself is still a virgin, and she was injected with that kind of medicine today, in order to resist that kind of medicine, she was already exhausted, and later, I don't know how long she tossed with Leng Yebai.

I experienced it once in my previous life, and this time this feeling was only a lot more, and now my whole body is still sore, and I felt my legs and stomach tremble when I stood in front of the window for a while just now.

After drinking a bowl of porridge and rinsing his mouth briefly, Yin Tongtong climbed into bed and lay down, probably because he slept too much in the afternoon, and he was not sleepy at the moment.

Yin Tongtong didn't ask Leng Yebai what her purpose was for indulging her in the previous life, nor did she ask him how he knew that he was Tong Tong.

Because there is no need. She doesn't have any feelings for Leng Yebai now, and those guiltes have disappeared because she knows the truth of the previous life, and she won't have anything to do with Leng Yebai anymore, so she doesn't want to know so much anymore.

Anyway, that's already a lifetime or something that doesn't matter. The past is gone, she knows that it is enough, and she doesn't want to dig it out and ask again.

Leng Yebai believes that she is Tong Tong, but that is just Leng Yebai. Yin Tongtong didn't think that Leng Yebai would go out and say to others that the current Yin Tongtong was Tong Tong who had died.

Even if he said it, no one believed it.

Not knowing what he was thinking, Yin Tongtong fell asleep in a daze.

Next door, Leng Yebai has been sitting in front of the window.

This window is the same as the window on Yin Tongtong's side, and sitting in front of the window can see the scene of the backyard of the entire villa and the stars in the sky.

It was impossible for Leng Yebai to give up Yin Tongtong.

He loves Yin Tongtong, from the first time he saw her, to now, he has been deeply in love, that kind of love, only increasing, he wants to tie Yin Tongtong tightly by his side.

But he knew that Yin Tongtong had his own thoughts, and it was easy to tie up Yin Tongtong's people, but it was not easy to tie her heart.

He didn't want to backfire and make Yin Tongtong hate himself, even if it was not easy to let the injured Yin Tongtong open the door of his heart, he would find the key to unlock the lock.

Dumb girl: Dumb lady really wants shi, I don't know how these chapters were written, I keep pulling my hair and thinking about it today, but I still can't squeeze out the content. I'm afraid that the transition is too strong, I didn't write that feeling well, and I'm afraid that it will be too verbose, so that Wenwen will become a chicken woman, alas, tangled