Kiss You, Sweetheart

The sound falls, is several seconds silence again.

Demi's courage drained away little by little. With the empty voice in the receiver, she finally gave up her heart and said sadly, "excuse me..."

Just as Demi was about to hang up, song Zhixin said in a low voice, "someone will come to pick you up later."

Demi: --

"I'm outside. I'll be back in a minute."

"Oh, I'll wait..."

Before Demi finished speaking, song Zhixin hung up his cell phone. She was holding the disconnected mobile phone, slightly stunned, what do you mean. However, he said he would send someone to pick her up, so she would just wait here.

In the presidential suite, the sun shines through the French windows.

Song Zhixin is sitting on the edge of the bed with his mobile phone, staring at the blue sky outside the window, his face cold and absent-minded.

At the beginning of Demi's departure, he may have imagined that one day he would receive a strange phone call, but the person he knew best said "it's me" to him at the other end of the phone.

Just two words will let him know that it is her. He thought of himself, holding the mobile phone, his hand trembled slightly, his heart beat faster, too excited to speak.

But one day and one year later, this idea has become a fantasy, a kind of irony and ridicule. His mobile phone, will not call in a strange number, whispered to him, "it's me.".

I don't know from which day, this fantasy completely disappeared from his mind. He didn't change his mobile phone number. At first, maybe there was a reason to wait. Later, it was just because he was a businessman. It was inconvenient for him to change his mobile phone number.

However, God always teases people like this, just after he no longer has that kind of ridiculous naive idea, his mobile phone really calls in a strange number, and there is really a voice saying "it's me" gently to him.

And that person, it's really her!

For six years, she still remembers the ten numbers.

Song Zhixin took a deep breath and went out slowly. He dropped his eyes and looked at his cell phone, losing his smile.

When everything can't go back to the beginning, when waiting becomes complaining and resentment, what's the meaning of this "it's me"?

Several times, he wanted to hang up his cell phone and tell the woman that she could not affect any of his emotions. However, the fingers back and forth, back and forth, failed to slide the small red circle. On the contrary, when she was about to hang up, she made an urgent voice.

Song Zhixin bit his lip slightly, and a warm light rose in his eyes.

She is his robber!

After sitting in silence for a while, song Zhixin slowly stood up, went to the cloakroom, stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself. His clothes were neat and natural, but song Zhixin always felt that something was wrong when he looked around.

He opened the wardrobe, took down a white shirt that was flat and ironed, and made a gesture on his body. The small gold button was shining with luxurious light, but he hung it back, took out another one and tried it on his body.

In the end, he still chose a white dark plaid shirt. It's better to wear white.

After changing his clothes, song Zhixin's eyes fell on his hair again. He had a few strands of hair. Because he changed his clothes, he hung down and put the evil spirit on his forehead.

Song Shao was somewhat evil and handsome, but at this time, he was not satisfied,