Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1808 Duplicity (29)

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After returning to the Huating Garden villa, the man in a black jacket and black peaked cap went straight up to the second floor.

There was a "pa--" and another sound.

Temper is exceptionally bad, even wanton.

Don't care what others think.

Yu Xuewei who sent him back: "..."

For the sake of salary, she endured it!
Taking a deep breath, she turned and left.

The high-heeled shoes thumped, echoed in the empty house, and gradually went away.

Jiang Wen was the only one left in the villa soon.

There was dead silence everywhere, not a single sound.

The lights on the first floor have been turned off, only the lights in the corridor on the second floor are still on.

It's just, it's just there that it's on.

In the room, the lights were not turned on, and the curtains were not drawn.

The light from the street lights outside the window cannot come in, and the light outside the door is also blocked.

The whole huge room was just plunged into an excessive darkness.

It was cold and quiet.

It's like being swallowed by a giant beast, it's stuffy, and you can't break free.

Only the group of figures huddled in the corner leaned there, motionless.

Barefoot, holding his knees, like an insecure child, curled up there for a long time.

The black peaked cap that had been covering him was discarded on the carpet, and the mobile phone was quietly placed by his lap.

He shrank there, not knowing how long it had been.

Until the street lights outside went out, the whole world seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

In the dark and narrow corner, the lights came on.

It was the blue light from his mobile phone, glowing brightly, it was a bit dazzling for a while.

The man with an overly cold and white face, with his tall and big body, huddled together.

Just bent over like this, quietly looking at the chat interface on the phone.

Inside, there are only a few words, nothing special, just simple greetings.

But he didn't know how many times he had read it, and he could even recite it by heart.

Watching quietly, staring at the head.

The pitch-black eyeballs were motionless, and under the blue light, there was an inexplicable cold permeation.

Like a poisonous snake spitting out snake letter in a gloomy manner.

After watching for some time, he began to edit in the message input.

Many words were edited and then deleted.

Rewrite, then delete.

After going back and forth many times, in the end, he still didn't send it.

Stop there, and delete the words that I have written with great difficulty, word by word.

When deleting the last word, the phone suddenly "ding--".

In the message dialog box, it shows that a new message has been received.

The man snapped his fingers and immediately turned to the bottom.

It was from her, congratulating him on winning the Best Actor Award tonight.

It's still a simple sentence, followed by an emoji of a cat rolling.

It's very cute, and it also adds a bit of warmth to the cold dialog box.

He stared quietly, motionless.

In this way, I can stare at the message from her for a long, long time.

It seems that the eyes will not feel sore and dry.

He crouched there, hugging his knees, his dark eyes reflecting the blue light from the phone.

After staring at it for a long time, I started to text her back.

One word at a time, there seems to be a lot to say.

The message box is full of densely packed, crowded.

He typed and typed and typed.

The time displayed on the phone is already three o'clock in the morning.

It was very late, she should have already gone to bed.

(End of this chapter)