The faint light shone on her fair cheeks, slightly dyed with a pale whiteness.

It looks particularly depressing in the night.

Bo Jinghan, who had been holding his mobile phone in his arm, kept this posture so stiffly.

The screen light has long since gone out.

And she was still looking up, her eyes seemed to be looking at her phone, but it was like she was looking through her phone to the person who sent the message, a little confused and a little smoky.

It wasn't until her arm went numb and the phone slipped out of her hand and smashed on herself that she suddenly came back to her senses from that contemplation.

Yikes!

I was shocked.

Bo Jinghan took a slight breath, then quickly shook off the messy thoughts in his head, and tried to move his sour arm.

After that, she stood up and stood in front of the beauty couch, facing the curtain wall of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and continued to move her arms, but her mind kept sorting out the mysteries.

Lu Yan's sudden disappearance.

Uncle's invitation on a whim.

Inexplicable words on the phone from Ivan.

And the lyrics text message she just received.

……

Early the next morning.

It was rare that Bo Jinghan didn't get up by himself, but was woken up by a knock outside the door.

"Come in!"

Bo Jinghan, who didn't know when he slept last night, woke up and found that he was actually sitting on the ground, leaning on the edge of the beauty couch, and fell asleep on his stomach.

When she came like this, none of the bones on her body seemed to be hers.

This feeling is worse than a hangover!

In addition, she thought about it all night last night, and had nightmares all night after another, and her head seemed to explode, and it hurt badly!

Bo Jinghan was crooked, lazily leaning his head on the edge of the beauty couch, pressing his temples with one hand. The other arm was numb because he was sleeping on his side, and now he can only lay flat on the edge of the couch, stretching it to rest for a while.

"Good morning, Miss."

With the prompt sound of opening the door, the boy who had not heard it for a few days drilled into his ears.

Bo Jinghan looked up at the door, his eyes were a little helpless, and he was a little stunned, and he was also looking at her Aze, hooked the corners of his mouth bitterly, and said "good morning" to him in a dumb voice.

After a pause, he continued: "Aze, don't you need to adjust the jet lag when you just came back?" You...... It's too dedicated! ”

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

Aze understands Bo Jinghan's compassion, that is, because of this silent compassion and care, he cares more about this little master.

Approaching with steady and graceful steps, Aze bent down slightly and stretched out his hand to her.

Hands with white velvet gloves have long, even fingers and palms that have a golden ratio to the fingers.

Even if it is wrapped in gloves, you can't see its original beauty.

Hand it to her eyes.

Then, his clear voice, like a gurgling hot spring water, warmed his ears: "Fortunately, I'm back." I knew the Blood Eagle couldn't take care of you, and you ...... I never took care of my own self-consciousness! ”

With Aze's various knowledge of her living habits.

From the moment he saw her sitting on the ground when he entered the door, he knew that Bo Jinghan must have been sitting here last night and slept on the beauty couch for a night!

"yes, you're so good at taking care of people. So getting used to your care, and suddenly without you, my life seems to have become a mess! ”

Bo Jinghan said jokingly, handed his hand to him, and gently put it on his white glove.

With his strength, he stood up.

(l~1`x*>+``+