Kiss You, Sweetheart

He is no longer song Zhixin. It's cloudy and sunny. It's moody. I can't go back.

Song Zhixin went straight up the stairs and smoked with the light from the street lamp. He did not as usual, just a few puffs, let it burn, this time, is hard to take a few puffs, spit out a few puffs of thick smoke, hard to put out the smoke in the ashtray.

He got up, rushed out of the room, hurried to the garage, started the car and drove out of the garage, only five minutes away from Demi.

With her walking speed, she should have just left the community. Late at night, the villa is remote, and it's not easy to take a bus. Heart in the end do not give up, eager to chase out.

But at the gate of the community, there is no Demi. Maybe she was in a hurry just now and left a little far away. Song Zhixin stepped on the accelerator and drove down the mountain road. However, after driving the whole road, I didn't see Demi.

She can't walk so fast in high heels. But he drove down slowly all the way and looked carefully. He really didn't find her.

Although it was dark, the street lamps on the downhill road were very bright with close intervals. It's impossible for such a big man not to see.

Song Zhixin skids his car over here and stops to call Demi on his cell phone. Hearing unimpeded, his heart was relaxed, but the tone after answering was still a little stiff, with a trace of anger.

"Where is it?"

The tone is really not pleasant.

Demi leaned on the back of her chair and looked at the scene outside the window with a faint look. Her voice was cool: "don't worry, I'm fine. The cell phone is running out of power. That's it. I'll get in touch with you tomorrow. "

Finish saying, quickly hang up shut down, heavy eyes closed.

Song Zhixin, holding the disconnected mobile phone, had a sharp scratch on his heart. A fluster spread in his heart. He did not hesitate to dial the past, prompted the phone off.

Is there no electricity so fast? Apparently she turned off her cell phone.

The pain spread in his heart. Song Zhixin's eyes flashed a cold light. His lips were white when he bit them. His hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly. I don't have any thoughts in my mind. I just feel flustered.

At the foot, secretly step on the brake, the car rushed out.

He opened the window and the cold wind came in. He clings to the hand of the steering wheel and loses the temperature. He holds the steering wheel rigidly, like a carving. When the car stopped at the door of the apartment, I realized that my fingers were too stiff to move.

He looked at the apartment and did nothing more. He just counted silently. When he reached the floor where Demi lived, his eyes stopped. The windows of the master bedroom give out a warm yellow light.

She's at home!

Frozen to the stiff fingers, only a slight bounce, recovery of consciousness.

He didn't know if her family was in the apartment, so he didn't dare to go up.

He just leaned back in his chair, staring at the master bedroom window for a long time, his eyes showing a sense of guilt.

Demi was in the apartment, but she was alone.

The ankle has swollen a lot, every step, all drill heart pain. She took out the ice from the refrigerator, wrapped it in the handkerchief, and pressed it on her feet to make ice compress. A little bit of ice stinging pain came from her heart. She could endure tears for a long time and finally rolled down.

One drop after another hit her clean instep.

At this time, Zheng Yangfan has fallen asleep, but she does not dare to cry,

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