Affectionate little lady

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Ye Jia took a deep breath, Li Huan, it was Li Huan who was haunted again. (Fiction Network) He turned around and left, but Liu Qiang stopped him from behind: "Doctor Ye, you are going in the wrong direction."

He looked up, almost hit the glass, and immediately turned and walked in the opposite direction.

After picking up the car, her heart was pounding, and she didn't know whether it was excitement or anger, Feng Feng, she came forward anyway, and even went to the detention center to pick up Li Huan regardless of whether there would be entertainment gossip.

Why is she doing this?Why? [

He took out his mobile phone, dialed her number, but hung up again, his hands trembling slightly, where is she now?doing what?Why didn't you even call yourself?

Finally, when the phone rang, he liked it in his heart, and when he saw it, another burst of cold stuffed his chest. It was the phone at home, and it was his mother's voice: "Son, you can go home tonight."

He hesitated for a moment, but said, "Okay, I'll be right back."

The speed of the car was getting faster and faster, and my heart was getting more and more confused. Finally, the phone rang again, and the voice of the headset seemed a little distorted. It was a voice so familiar to her: "Ye Jia..."

Her voice carried a slight smile and that habitual coquettishness and sweetness.His heart calmed down a little: "Xiaofeng..."

"Ye Jia, you haven't come back for several days. I call you every night, but no one answers. Now that you answer, does that mean you can go home tonight?"

"My mother has something to ask me, I have to go home first..."

In fact, there was a clear fear in her heart, she was silent for a while: "Ye Jia, don't you go home today, okay?"

"I'll be back when I go back and have a look."

She was still stubborn, as if he was in two worlds with her when he went back, her voice trembled slightly: "Ye Jia, I'll wait for you for dinner..."

"No, Xiaofeng, you can eat first. Don't wait for me."

"Ye Jia, I have a lot to say to you..."

"Let's talk about it later." Then, he hung up the phone.

Feng Feng sat blankly in the living room, watching the night fall little by little, Ye Jia, for the first time he hung up the phone without saying "goodbye".Now, he's home, back to his mother—will he come back tonight?

The air in the living room was unprecedentedly deserted, and she realized that those so-called weather experts love to lie, saying every day that this winter is "warm winter", but in fact, it is an out-and-out cold winter.