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Jun Xiao held the steering wheel in his left hand and drove to his villa.

The traffic flow at night is very scarce, the air is particularly quiet, the air conditioner in the car is ringing carefully, and the time goes very slowly.

Jun Xiao looked at Song Manxi, who was still wearing his windbreaker in his sleep. His beautiful side face was buried under his windbreaker, his ears of short hair scattered on his windbreaker, and the warmth rising from the bottom of his heart remained for a long time.

A thought welled up in the bottom of my heart: if only she could keep doing it all the time.

The purple mobile phone placed on the storage desk in front of the car vibrated slowly for a few times, which suddenly interrupted his wishful thinking. Jun Xiao's eyes glanced subconsciously. After seeing a few big words displayed on the mobile phone screen, his eyes floated cold.

His face turned white inch by inch, his hand holding the steering wheel was pinched in an instant, his feet were busy stepping on the brake, and the car sent out squeaky wheel sliding and mechanical collision.

It glided about ten meters before it stopped steadily.

But even if he was out of control, he pressed his warm palm on Song Manxi's forehead for the first time, reducing the greatest impulse. As soon as the car stabilized, his hand pulled back immediately.

On the asphalt road in the dead of night, Jun Xiao stopped his car like this. His eyes were cold. He kept staring at the purple mobile phone. He kept ringing and shaking. Then he hung up, rang and shook. Then he stopped completely. But before long, a vibrating sound prompted by a short message rang again. Then, the car was completely quiet.

He opened the window, blew the wind, leaned against the window for a while, breathed very heavily, and his eyes drifted to the boundless darkness.

Anger pervaded the whole body.

He clenched his teeth, held out his hand, and took the mobile phone belonging to song Manxi, which was put on the storage desk. She left it with him a few days ago. He has been looking for a chance to return it to her, but he doesn't think it's normal.

Simply, he kept it nearby. When there was no electricity, he helped charge it for fear of missing every possibility that song Manxi called to find his mobile phone.

But this week, her mobile phone, except for some text messages and the call that Manxi's mother didn't dare to answer, has been quiet and quiet for the rest of the time.

She set up a screensaver. He didn't want to open it out of respect, so he didn't know what was in it, but the call just now completely extinguished the only warmth in his heart.

"Gu Yanchen."

His lips spit out three words coldly, with a thin cold, like the inexhaustible ice and snow in December. His hands were clenched into fists and his knuckles clucked.

He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. He held his hands on the steering wheel, put his forehead against his palm, slowly turned his face and looked at Song Manxi, who was still asleep. The corners of his lips bent and mocked himself coolly.

His low laughter came from the narrow car. Laughter is very evil, with the endless sadness of the night.

Before long, the black Cayenne parked in the middle of the road slowly turned a corner and drove in the opposite direction.

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Song Manxi was gently placed on the big bed in the VIP room of the original hotel. Jun Xiao seemed to take off her shoes as a matter of business, covered her with a quilt, pulled a chair and sat beside her bed. His windbreaker, which was originally put on Song Manxi, was left alone on the floor.

Song Manxi touched the soft bed, turned over, held the pillow and continued to sleep.

The crimson on her cheeks had long faded away, and she lay quietly, like a static picture.

Jun Xiao took back his eyes, looked at her, played with her mobile phone, turned it on and off, turned it off and on, and hit him in the face.