Ye Jia took a deep breath, Li Huan, and Li Huan who was haunting. He turned around and left, and Liu Qiang stopped him from behind: "Doctor Ye, you are going in the wrong direction." ”

He looked up, almost hit the glass, and immediately turned and walked in the opposite direction.

After taking the car, her heart was pounding, and she didn't know whether she was excited or angry, Feng Feng, she still came forward, and even went to the detention center to pick up Li Huan regardless of whether there would be entertainment gossip or not.

Why would she do this? Why?

He took out his mobile phone and dialed her number, but hung up again, his hand trembled slightly, where is she now? What are you doing? Why didn't you even call yourself?

Finally, the phone rang, he liked it in his heart, and when he saw it, another cold was stuffed in his chest, it was the phone at home, and it was his mother's voice: "Son, go home tonight." ”

He hesitated, but said, "Okay, I'll be back right away." ”

The speed of the car is getting faster and faster, and her heart is getting more and more chaotic, finally, the phone rang again, and the voice of the headset seemed to be a little distorted, it was her familiar voice: "Ye Jia......"

Her voice was tinged with a slight smile and that habitual coquettishness and sweetness. His heart calmed down a little: "Xiaofeng......"

"Ye Jia, you haven't been back for a few days, I call you every night, but no one answers, you answer now, does it mean that you can go home tonight?"

"My mother has something to do with me, I'm going to go home first......"

In fact, there was a clear fear in her heart, and she was silent for a while: "Ye Jia, don't you go home today, okay?" ”

"I'll be back when I go back and see."

She was still stubborn, as if he was a person from two worlds with herself this time, her voice trembled slightly: "Ye Jia, I'll wait for you to have dinner......"

"No, Xiaofeng, you can eat first. Don't wait for me. ”

"Ye Jia, I have a lot to say to you......"

"Come back," he hung up.

Feng Feng sat in the living room in a daze, watching the night fall little by little, Ye Jia, he hung up the phone without saying "goodbye" for the first time. Now, he's home, back to his mother—tonight, will he come back?

The air in the living room was unprecedentedly cold, and she realized that those so-called meteorologists lied the most, saying that this winter was a "warm winter" every day, but in fact, it was an out-and-out cold winter.