Rong Ziyin must have something psychologically wrong, she is repeatedly emphasizing her liking for Li Ye.

Almost morbid like.

Zuo Ling took a deep breath, put the pen on the table, and then closed the notebook.

turned on the TV, she turned down the volume, and watched the recent particularly popular variety shows, the sound of the mobile phone came out one after another, as if she didn't hear it, as if all her attention was on the TV.

After about two minutes, Zuo Ling frowned.

"I used to think that Jiang Chenxing was an obstacle between us, I hated him to death at that time, really, I wanted to kill him in my dreams, I wanted to cut him with a thousand knives, why did he ...... me like that"

Speaking of the back, Rong Ziyin's whole person collapsed and cried directly. Zuo Ling closed his eyes, then picked up his phone and hung up.

Watching the variety show on the TV screen, she felt irritable and turned off the TV directly.

Standing up, her legs were still a little numb, and after changing for a while, she went into the bedroom and took her pajamas to take a shower.

At this time, it's time to get ready to rest. It was already past nine o'clock, and it was her rest time around ten o'clock.

……

When Li Ye came out of Rong Ziyin's house, he took off the headphones when he got in the car, looked at his phone, and sure enough, he hung up. He heard a ring in the middle and guessed that Zuo Ling hung up the phone.

Pouting, he drove away from Rong Ziyin's community, and only called Zuo Ling on the way.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Sighing helplessly, he stepped on the gas pedal and just wanted to get home early.

Zuo Ling took a shower and walked out of the bathroom with a towel to wipe his hair. Glancing at the time, well, it's ten o'clock, and the dawn hasn't come back yet.

Pouting, she walked to the living room to pick up her phone and prepare to go back to the bedroom. Immediately after, the sound of the key was heard at the door.

After two seconds, the door was pushed open. Zuo Ling's hand wiping his hair paused, and he didn't look at it after that.

She stopped as she went back to her room, turned around, and sat directly on the couch.

Seeing her sitting there, Li Ye breathed a sigh of relief, changed his shoes, and walked towards her.

Before he could sit down, Zuo Ling took the towel and smashed it towards him, and he reached out to catch it subconsciously.

"Rub it." She said.

Li Ye took a deep breath and walked behind the sofa with a towel to help her wipe her still dripping hair.

After wiping for a while, Li Ye turned around and went to get a hair dryer to dry her.

During the whole process, Zuo Ling sat there without moving, the atmosphere was a little dull, and Li Ye was also a little apprehensive in his heart.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary anyway, although he liked Rong Ziyin and was touched by Rong Ziyin, but he was all passive, and he couldn't say anything about his suffering. The devil knows how restless he was when he was at Rong Ziyin's house.

Knowing that Zuo Ling hung up the phone, he didn't dare to stay any longer, and after appeasing Rong Ziyin, he made an excuse and hurried back.

Sighing silently, Li Ye put away the hair dryer, and was just about to say something to Zuo Ling, when he saw Zuo Ling stand up and walk towards the bedroom.

Zuo Ling's voice came lightly: "I'm a little sleepy, you hurry up and take a shower and sleep, and talk about other things tomorrow morning." She really didn't have the heart to discuss anything with him right now.

“…… Good. ”

When Zuo Ling's figure disappeared, Li Ye sighed and sat down on the sofa like a deflated ball.

Nine

(End of chapter)