I suddenly remembered the first time I saw him in the hospital, wearing a work clothes, such as Chu Feng cultivating bamboo, carving eyebrows and axes, and all over the body, nothing was bad to the extreme.

Now, the drunk man lying on the bed is not just a world apart, judging two people?

What exactly caused him to change so dramatically?

She sat there for a long time before she got out of bed and poured him a glass of warm water and placed it beside the bed, sighed, and turned to leave.

However, after all, he still couldn't let go of his heart, so he only went out and closed the courtyard door for him. Then he turned on all the lights in the living room and looked around, and there was no trace of women in this room, inside and outside, and in the bathroom. In private, she thought that Yang Yuru must have already entered the house.

It turns out that Ye Jia never brought her here?

She couldn't tell whether she was happy or worried, and cleaned up inside and out, tidying up Ye Jia's messy house.

I was tired until midnight, and I was sweating profusely. When I was going to take a shower, I was worried about running out of clothes. Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly remembered to open Ye Jia's wardrobe, and saw that a wall was full of his own clothes, which he bought for himself when the two were together. I thought it was time to move, so I moved my own clothes with me, and even pajamas and shoes were all available.

He didn't even throw away these things.

This man!

Suddenly remembered the first time he lived in Ye Jia's small villa in C Big, he took his credit card and cash in the drawer to buy himself a lot of cosmetics and clothes...... Since they met, he has been close to her and has never had any reservations.

It's just that I didn't expect that such a relationship would also break up one day.

Alas, the past is unbearable.

She casually took a set of pajamas she liked in the past and went to take a shower, and as soon as the stinky sweat was gone, she relaxed.

I was supposed to leave immediately, but I hesitated after all.

tiptoed to the door, and looked at the haggard Ye Jia again, really, he seemed to have aged overnight.

How much torture does it have to be to be like this?

When he lay down on the sofa again, he only felt tiredness coming over one after another, and he thought, just wait until dawn, I have to watch Ye Jia wake up to rest assured.

Even if they are not husband and wife, it is impossible to watch him suffer.

Ye Jia has never had the habit of drinking heavily, and now, he doesn't even go to the celebration banquet, but he is drunk and unconscious at home alone, and people are not sad to the extreme, so why is this?

I'd rather Ye Jia be "happy" and hate him; I don't want to see him abuse himself like this.

But how can I comfort him?

This night, Feng Feng kept tossing and turning, but how could he close his eyes for a moment?

Ye Jia opened his eyes, it was early morning, outside the window, there seemed to be birds chirping, and everything seemed to be in the spring when the flowers were blooming.

This night's sleep was really comfortable. Since the death of his mother, and even after breaking up with Xiaofeng, I have never had such a sweet and down-to-earth feeling in my memory.

He sat up, the sweetness of his sleep diluted the pain of drunkenness, and every pore of his limbs was comfortable and relaxed, as if he had been thoroughly baptized. He looked around, there was no one, his heart was slightly flustered, his mind was vague, and he reappeared last night, but who could tell the difference between dream and reality?

He was puzzled.

He rolled over and got out of bed, looking from room to room.