Min Xingzhou held his palm on his forehead.

He was not used to sleeping with the lights on, there was no light in the spacious and simple bedroom, and his heart was dull in the dark.

Min Xingzhou got up, opened the curtains, turned his head to light a cigarette, the cold wind on the balcony went out a few times, he patiently blocked it with his hand, and then continued to smoke.

In the midst of a little scarlet flame, the puff of smoke slammed into his lungs.

He stared at the cigarette between his fingers and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lin Yan's words in his dream seemed to be still lingering in his ears.

———Min Xingzhou, there are more than two women in your life, but the only ones you have cared about and paid are me and You Xuan, your past ex is a passionate lover, and the red rose you love in your heart

What nonsense.

The phone was still on, as if hinting at something, Min Xingzhou stretched his arm and dialed Lin Yan's number.

The beep for a long time was ridiculous, knowing that he had a nightmare, and when he woke up, he was afraid that Lin Yan would not answer the phone.

Min Xingzhou's knuckles as he dusted off his cigarette ash stagnated slightly, arguing with her.

Fortunately, Lin Yan answered the phone, moved her body and turned over, humming softly, as if complaining that he had quarreled with her sweet dream.

"Seventh Brother..."

"What's wrong with it so late?"

In the earpiece, her voice was still so soft, moaning in tune.

Min Xingzhou silently snorted the cigarette butt, nicotine lingered, and the memories in his mind could not be shaken away, he used his fingertips with force, almost pinching the cigarette flat, and the smell of special cigarette popping beads rotted in his mouth.

The taste was very bitter and strong, and the fog was so thick that his throat was hot and numb.

"I'll go find you." He said.

Without waiting for Lin Yan to refuse, Min Xingzhou finished the order, and hung up the phone without explaining anything as usual.

The old man got up at night to take care of Jiaofeng, Jiaofeng was bad, always flew to the manor in the middle of the night to play, and almost pecked the small flowers in the Qiye Garden, no wonder Miss Lin Yan often scolded that it was a bad bird, isn't this bad, I always flew over to destroy the flower garden when the black man was quiet at night. Last time, Jiao Feng was the little daisy who pecked the seventh master, and she was stared at in the cage for a long time.

The spacious and atmospheric French staircase, the old man saw at a glance that Min Xingzhou came down from the upper floor, buttoning his shirt as he walked, and his forehead was oozing with dense cold sweat.

The seventh master turned on the air conditioner at night, how could he sweat when it was so cold.

The old man lowered his head, didn't look, inquire, or ask within a certain measure, and sensibly went to the teahouse to get the car keys to Min Xingzhou.

"It's so late, you need to be careful when driving." The old man said.

He's um.

At 4 o'clock in the morning, the port city is quiet in the dead of night, the streets are deserted, and the most congested sections of the road during the day are only a little quieter at this moment.

The streetlights of the building are neon and ethereal, and I don't know that the bastard has just come out of the nightclub, leaving only the aftermath of the roar of the sports car.

It is still the most familiar taste of the port city, and this point in time in the bustling city is the alternating time of drunkenness and fatigue.

Bentley in the car.

Min Xingzhou looked at the night outside the car window, and there was no snow in the port city this winter. He was awake, and it was really just a dream.

The chill under the eyes subsided, and the leather shoes arrived, and the accelerator was kicked to the end.

The lighter burns dollars and does not have the same foot to burn the oil as fast.

A few drunken little dishes squatting on the side of the street and vomiting out of shape almost saw the white Bentley flash by, leaving an elegant tail wind.

The handsome guy asked his companion, "Is it a Bentley that has just been speeding past, and the speed is so elegant." ”

His companion: "You haven't drunk enough, the illusion is so pulling." ”

He tried his best to defend: "I'm not hallucinating or drunk, and it's a Bentley that drives over, so handsome." ”

"Hurry up and vomit, we'll go home and sleep after vomiting."

(End of chapter)