CEO husband is too clingy

After midnight, the clouds are like thick ink, and the cold dew drips on the earth. In the night sky, thousands of stars are looming in the slowly surging clouds, like a child blocked by adults, trying to peep out of the dark clouds.

It landed from the starry sky, quietly passed through a one meter wide French window, got into the spacious and elegant bedroom, climbed onto the soft big bed and enjoyed the waking beauty nearby.

Lin xiamu woke up from a hangover. His eyebrows wrinkled because of discomfort. He felt that naoren was pulled like a rubber band, and instinctively leaned over his temples.

It was about a minute or two before she slowed down, opened her eyes and looked around.

At this point, she almost scared herself to death. In the black paint environment, if it weren't for the night light not far from the head of the bed, she would certainly drill back into the quilt to absorb a sense of security.

Where am I?!

Lin xiamu recalled with difficulty that she was still with Su in the end. If she was still there, she should not have anything wrong. She clearly wanted to drink slowly and less. How could she be so confused?

She rubbed Dayang acupoint, her stomach woke up because of her awakening, and muttered for food.

Lin xiamu pressed the light switch beside the bed through the lighting of the night lamp. In an instant, the bright crystal lamp dissipated the darkness all over the room. Lin xiamu was very disturbed by the strange furnishings.

She has lived in Su still's house several times and knows Su still's house very well. The style of this room is completely inconsistent with her aesthetics. Even if she changes her residence, it will never be such a decoration.

Lin xiamu opened the quilt and came down from the bed. There were no shoes under the bed. She looked at her bare feet and a large part of her trouser legs. She looked down and her pupils shrank in surprise!

These are men's clothes! Or sleep in your pajamas?!

She quickly jumped out of bed, opened her collar and looked inside. It was empty. Although bra was still there, it couldn't erase the fact that she was undressed!

She tightened her hair with a headache, quickly looked around the bedroom, looked at the bedside table, desktop and other places, and tried to find out the trace of the owner of the house. But obviously, although the furniture in this bedroom is complete, there is no trace of living. It is 100 times cleaner than the hotel!

Lin xiamu opened the quilt to check the bed. Except that there were traces in the place where she was lying, everything else was very neat. It seems that she... Didn't mess with others. Thinking of this, Lin xiamu breathed a sigh of relief. The other half said it because she didn't know where she was or whose house she was in.

Lin xiamu grabbed her collar and stood barefoot on the solid wood floor walking around the bedroom. At the end of summer, the floor was cold, and she curled up and put up with her toes.

She walked around and didn't find anything useful. Some trademarks could be found in the hotel room, but there was nothing in the bedroom.

Late at night, the bedroom was so quiet that I could hear my breathing.

Lin xiamu can't adapt to this environment. She wants to make a sound, but she can't talk to herself alone. Turning around and looking around, she saw the half palm wide glass window open, and the curtains beside it were fluttering silently. It should be windy outside. She wanted to go, but she didn't dare to go when she saw the figure reflected on the glass window.

Even if she knew it was herself, she dared not go near the window.

In just a few minutes, Lin xiamu began to worry. She frowned and bit her lips, twisted her fingers and pulled her hair. The ill fitting men's pajamas hung loosely on her, revealing her delicate collarbone and dazzling white skin.

She walked back and forth in the room for about half an hour. It seemed that she had endured to the limit, summoned up the courage to go to the door, raised her hand and unscrewed the door handle... She paused for three or four seconds before she opened it.

It was dark outside the corridor. Directly opposite was a room door. The light from her room didn't enter the crack in the opposite door.

Lin xiamu looked around. There was something hanging on the wall on the left. She didn't dare to look more. There seemed to be a balcony not far from the right, where she could see the moonlight outside.

But the corridor from her room door to the balcony is too dark!

She hesitated. She hated the darkness very much, especially the darkness that could not be seen!

After standing for more than ten seconds, she drank wine and didn't drink water for several hours. Her throat was dry to itch and coughed gently. As soon as there was a sound, the dark corridor went from near to far, and the fluorescent lights quickly lit up one by one.

Lin xiamu looked up at the top of the corridor and found that there was a small lamp at an interval of less than one meter. There was glass on the periphery, which was beautiful and dazzling.

She walked barefoot to the stairs. With her footsteps approaching, even if there was no sound, the lights in front began to light up one by one, which was more sensitive than the voice controlled lights.

She went downstairs and saw that only a warm light was on in the corner of the huge living room. She guessed that the headlights in the living room should be on only by pressing the switch, which was different from those induction lights in the corridor.

Lin xiamu covered her growling stomach and looked at the room as if she were alone, and the cold climbed up from the bottom of her feet.

Did the man bring her here, change her clothes and leave?

Still where?

Nothing will happen?

In the thirty seconds of her thinking, because there was no communication, all the induction lights on the second floor were dark, and even the light at the entrance of the stairs was gone. The darkness surged towards Lin xiamu like a tide, swallowing the sky and swallowing the earth, as if to drown her.

She trembled uncontrollably and moved her feet calmly. She found that she didn't have the courage to run to the second floor where there was no light at all.

She looked at the same dark living room and whispered, "is there anyone? Is there anyone? Is there anyone..."

The moonlight shone in from the outside, which could not drive away the fear in her heart. On the contrary, it hazy those ornaments, as if they were evil ghosts and beasts coveting the dark.

Lin xiamu's nervous heart beat faster. With the long lost dull pain, she covered her heart and instinctively told her that she couldn't stay here anymore!

She took two random steps. Because she was not familiar with the furnishings, she accidentally bumped into the wooden frame where the crafts were placed, which frightened her heart, and the dull pain suddenly turned into sharp pain.

"Ah..."

Lin xiamu squatted on the ground and whispered in pain according to her heart. As time passed, her rapid breathing sounded in the quiet living room. Sweat kept coming out of her forehead and falling from her cheeks with her tears.

She was like a fish thrown ashore, breathing and suffocating.

Across the door, Su Jiliang, who was tapping the keyboard in his study, suddenly stopped for ten fingers. He frowned at the closed door, raised his hand and pressed the beating left eyelid to breathe deeply. This sudden irritability completely disrupted his thinking.

He glanced at the lower right corner of the computer. The time showed 1:23 a.m., which was not too late for him. However, he was inexplicably upset.

Su Jiliang pinched the bridge of his nose and quickly filtered out the unstable factors in his brain. In only a second, he thought of Lin xiamu on the second floor.