He couldn't find the light of the light just now.

The room was dimly lit at this time, and behind him, the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were only slightly opened, and the faint light leaking in from the outside tried to illuminate the room, but it seemed to be useless, this little light was only enough to see her face clearly.

Everything else was more like blackened, her wet eyes, shining as bright as diamonds in the night.

Seeing her looking at herself drunkly, Bian Jichen's astringent throat made a cool sound, "Are you awake?" ”

She didn't seem to hear what he was saying now, but was seriously thinking about his question.

"Password, Birthday ......"

"I remember! The password is 1223! ”

“…… It was my birthday. ”

Her head also followed little by little, and she agreed with his words, "It's your birthday, classmate Bian." ”

"And what about your birthday." He asked blandly.

But this problem seems to be stumped by ginger tea.

She fell into deep thought, and the facial features of one face were wrinkled together, as if this was a difficult question.

Bian Jichen couldn't describe what kind of mood he was in for a while.

The stuffy air is still sticking to my lungs, and when I breathe, the skin on my chest is extremely hot. That's the case in June, when the ground is so hot that you can easily roast an ant. Although there are still many floors on it, it is difficult to get through without the air conditioning.

He just carried her on his back and put her on the couch, and after a few more steps, a little wet sweat appeared in his shirt, sticking to it, and it seemed to be more difficult to breathe.

He felt his breathing sound thicker.

Bian Jichen stood like this, looking at her coldly and talking confused, he said coldly: "You can remember my birthday when you are drunk, but you can't remember your own birthday?" ”

She didn't know if she could understand him.

Anyway, after hearing what he said, his brows were obviously even more furrowed.

Seeing her like this, he became irritable.

Yes, as I told him, she even remembered his own birthday, how could she not remember herself when she was drunk?

Bian Jichen examined him, trying to find a flaw in her pretending to be drunk.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find it at all.

I can't tell what I'm bothering about, I can't tell what emotions are triggering, his heart is like being soaked in the lake, stuffy and suffocating.

He stood up straight, no longer looking at her, but walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with a calm face, and with a snort, opened the curtains.

The sky outside had completely darkened, and as night fell, the light of the day was nowhere to be found. All he could see was that the city's high-rise buildings were plunged into a chaotic darkness, and the windows were lit up one by one, and neon signs appeared.

He opened the window a little more, letting the cool breeze of the night blow on his face, and subtract some irritability.

Seeing that the Bentley at home was parked downstairs, Bian Jichen's hand was lowered from the curtain, and he wanted to leave with his long legs.

As soon as I reached the entrance, I heard a woman curled up on the sofa mutter.

It sounds like it's uncomfortable.

Whether it is a classmate relationship or a relationship between her being the daughter of her mother's friend, he can send her home safely, and he has no other obligation to do anything else for her.

However, Bian Jichen still stopped.

She couldn't find anything else to decant in her house, but she had honey. He got her some honey water.

But he found something else.

When he opened the refrigerator in her house, he found that it was horribly empty. There was nothing but the empty refrigerator, which was lit blue by the lights, and when he opened the door, he heard the swaying of several bottles of milk as he moved.

And a few bottles of milk, almost everything in them.

He took another look and saw that there was still a little bit of vegetables left.

The rest of the food left in the kitchen is a variety of instant food, of which instant noodles account for the most.

He frowned.

And when he walked back to the living room, he found her home...... It's a bit messy.

The ground is full of all kinds of luxury goods that have not been opened, as well as express boxes, which have not been sorted out, and are piled up in various corners randomly, occupying large and small spaces.

He stood in the center of her house with a cup in his hand, and his brows furrowed even deeper on his cold face.

Where's her babysitter?