Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Chapter 118 Who's Behind
bathroom.

Xie Mingyuan stood in front of the mirror, leaning against the sink, turning his head slightly to look at his reflection in the mirror.

The square ointment was applied to the bottom of his shoulder blade, completely covering the red mole underneath it.

Xie Mingyuan's forehead hair, which was wet with water, hung down naturally, half covering his narrow phoenix eyes, and his thin lips were slightly pursed.

After calming down, he roughly guessed the purpose of Song Yuening suddenly breaking into his room.

She must have recalled the details of that night and wanted to confirm whether she had the same mark on her body, right?
It's a pity that he strained his shoulder during exercise yesterday and happened to wear a plaster, otherwise she would really have discovered it today.

Xie Mingyuan's Adam's apple slid slightly, and he lowered his eyes somewhat sadly.

"If you really find out..."

The sound gradually dissipated in the air, and even he himself didn't know what kind of result he wanted.

……

At night in the city, the lights are bright.

Song Yuening was walking on the road home, her thoughts slowly wandering away.

This plan failed. Not only did they not confirm whether Xie Mingyuan had the red mole on his back, he was also caught red-handed.

She didn't want to appear in front of Xie Mingyuan again for some time to come.

But she couldn't completely dispel her doubts about Xie Mingyuan, and she still wanted to find another chance to try again.

These two contradictory thoughts were constantly intertwined and opposed in her mind, which really gave her a headache.

Song Yuening raised her fingers and pinched the center of her brows, sighing softly.

"Today is really unlucky."

She never imagined that Xie Mingyuan would have plaster on his back.

While complaining about her luck in her mind, Song Yuening inadvertently glanced at the street window as she turned the corner, and her figure suddenly froze.

In the reflection of the window, there was a figure not far behind her.

The man was wearing black sportswear, a large hat and sunglasses and a mask, which covered his entire face so tightly that it was impossible to tell his gender.

After noticing that Song Yuening's steps had stopped, the weirdo also quickly stopped, keeping a close but not far distance from her.

What kind of weirdo is this?How can anyone be dressed like this?
And it’s dark today, why are you still wearing sunglasses?

Song Yuening's eyebrows moved slightly, and she looked back in surprise.

But he saw the man suddenly turned around and looked to the other side, and took a few steps.

If Song Yuening hadn't seen this weirdo in the window glass, who stopped and waited for her to make a move, she might have just thought that he was just a passer-by.

Song Yuening watched him cross the road, and when she was looking to see which way he was going, she saw him suddenly turning his head and looking in its direction.

Although he was wearing sunglasses, Song Yuening could feel that he was looking at her.

All his actions sent a signal to Song Yuening: There was something wrong with this person.

Song Yuening's heart trembled slightly, her trembling fingertips suddenly tightened the shoulder strap of the bag, and an idea suddenly came to her mind.

"Is he following me...?"

Song Yuening frowned, turned around almost immediately, and walked faster in the direction of the community.

She doesn't want to speculate on others, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have the awareness to be wary of others.

She did not take the street she usually walked on, but took a detour to another road. During this period, she deliberately stayed close to the shop window glass, just to better observe whether the weirdo was following her.

About a minute or two later, when Song Yuening looked at the glass display window, her pupils suddenly shrank.The weirdo she had just dumped appeared behind her again, falling not far away and following her at her walking speed.

The bulb of a streetlight on the street flickered a few times, then suddenly went out with a "pop" sound.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed a lot.

In this quiet night, Song Yuening looked at the fewer pedestrians around her, and a feeling of oppression came to her heart.

When she turned a corner and saw the gate of the community, she almost didn't hesitate and started running immediately.

The sound of hunting wind in her ears made her unsure whether the people behind her were running to follow her. She didn't even look back until she actually returned home and closed the door. Then she leaned against the door with her back and slowly fell down. .

She gasped for air, and her broken hair was wet with cold sweat and stuck to the side of her face. The sticky feeling made her feel like she was being entangled by a snake.

The old lady walked out of the bedroom and was immediately shocked when she saw Song Yuening's appearance.

"Ning Ning, what's going on? What happened?"

Seeing the old lady's anxious expression, Song Yuening reluctantly comforted her with a smile.

"It's okay, grandma. The street light was broken when I came back. I was a little scared, so I ran back. Did I scare you?"

The old lady quickly hugged her tightly and comforted her in a dumbfounded way: "You are so old, why are you still so afraid of the dark?"

Song Yuening did not answer. After her breathing gradually calmed down, she fell into deep thought.

Who is that weirdo following her?
……

Thank you.

After Xie Mingyuan came out of the bathroom, he casually took a bathrobe and put it on himself.

The tie around his waist was hung loosely. As he moved, the collar of the bathrobe gradually unraveled, revealing the cold white skin on his chest.

The messy black hair has water droplets constantly rolling down from the ends, sliding down the slender neck, spreading to the collarbone, rolling down from the chest, and finally disappearing under the sexy mermaid line.

Xie Mingyuan walked to the bed and sat down, opened the drawer in the bedside cabinet and took out a square brocade box.

He opened the box with one hand, took out the contents, and played with them carefully on his fingertips.

If Song Yuening were here, she would definitely be able to recognize that this was the obsidian bracelet she saw wearing on the wrist of the man in the video that day!

Looking at this bracelet, the memory of that night came to mind. Xie Mingyuan's indifferent eyes were filled with tenderness, which diluted the coldness around him.

After that night, he was worried that Song Yuening would find out that he had never worn this obsidian bracelet again.

He originally wanted to keep it a secret, or wait for Song Yuening to discover the truth on his own.

But Song Yuening's attitude towards him and her behavior recently made Xie Mingyuan change his mind.

He half-squinted his eyes, held the bracelet tightly in his palm, casually took out a cigarette from the cigarette case next to him, walked to the window, lit it and brought it to his lips.

The scarlet light flickered out a few times, and Xie Mingyuan slowly exhaled the smoke. The cold fragrance of cedar in the air was mixed with a faint smell of smoke.

He pursed his lips tightly, and suddenly the hazy thought in his mind gradually became clear.

"It seems that it's time to find a suitable time to confess everything to her."

Otherwise, according to Song Yuening's indomitable momentum, he might do something unexpected.

What's more, he was not sure whether Song Yuening would choose to completely alienate him after finding out the truth on her own.

Xie Mingyuan is used to being in control, especially in relationships. He prefers to proceed at his own pace, and naturally does not want to see Song Yuening stay away from him.

(End of this chapter)