Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2407 Rejection (35)

She stood up without reacting for a moment.

Subconsciously picked up the phone and looked at the time, it was only past six o'clock.

Why is he here?

She walked to the door, lay on her stomach, and slowly poked her head out.

The living room was very quiet, save for the faint sound of typing on the keyboard.

Wrong position, can't see anything.

She listened for a while, wondering how he had come.

The arm touched the door inadvertently, and the door slowly opened.

At the same time, the sound of typing on the keyboard stopped.

This made it even more in line with the excessive silence in the suite at this time, without a single movement or sound.

It was so quiet that I could only hear my own heartbeat.

She stood by the door when her phone vibrated suddenly.

The sound is even more abrupt, clear and loud.

She glanced at the message.

"are you awake?"

It was from him.

It was as if a surveillance camera was installed in the room, even though she didn't make a sound, he could detect it.

Amazing acuity, like a cheetah.

She looked outside the door, put down her phone, and threw it back on the bed.

Fiddle with hair, go out.

"I thought you wouldn't come tonight."

She was wearing slippers, with disheveled hair and no makeup.

As if he had no bones, he sat limply on the sofa, hugging his knees.

Only those beautiful and smart eyes were exposed looking at him, hair bands were worn on the slender white wrists, and plasters were stuck on the back of the hands.

Huddled into a ball and looked at him, like a poor little nobody wanted.

Listless.

The voice is squeamish, huh huh.

The man who came here after work had already taken off his old-fashioned suit jacket and put it quietly aside.

He was only wearing a light blue shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned.

The sleeves were rolled up, exposing thick arms.

It looks a little casual.

Inexplicably, there is a charming charm of a mature man.

There are materials on the coffee table, and the old computer is turned on, and the screen flickers from time to time.

Still wearing the ugly black glasses, he turned his face and looked up at her.

Immediately, quickly avoided.

I rarely meet her eyes, and I don't know why.

"I promised you, and I will keep the promise."

His voice was warm, lowered, and his articulation was gentle.

Just like the quiet and introverted white shirt senior in the youth campus, even the tone of his speech is extremely comfortable.

Gentle and slow, word for word.

Inexplicably innocent, like a blank sheet of paper.

She raised her face and looked at him fixedly.

He wouldn't meet her eyes, so he turned to her sideways, and his averted eyes fell on the blanketed floor.

The eyelashes drooped slightly, blocking his expression, making him unable to see clearly.

She looked at him and said nothing.

Suddenly his nose moved, as if he had sensed something, he looked towards the kitchen.

... Soup fragrance?
Did he cook?

She straightened up in an instant.

"Guru~"

The belly rumbled just in time.

She was hungry, very hungry.

"I made pork bone soup, I don't know...whether it will suit Miss Yun's appetite."

"If Miss Yun doesn't mind—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was thrown down.

She was thrown down by a cat-like delicate person who was covered in the fragrance of flowers, and hugged her tightly.

Sitting on his lap again, close to him, without the slightest time to react.

His whispering and gentle voice stopped suddenly, and his body was visibly stiff.

The hands that wanted to push away touched her soft body.

For a moment, retract.

"Yun...Miss Yun..."

She hugged him tightly, pressed her cheek against him, and hummed.

Rubbing, it seems that the mood is very happy.

(End of this chapter)