Secret love becomes a marriage

"What's the matter? Crying again?"

If it weren't for the spread of drunken blush on his face, Ji Zimo would feel that he was sober. Otherwise, how could he ask such a question?

"I'm fine."

This sentence is still a smooth answer, but it's really nothing? Speaking out, even she doesn't believe it. Something, very something, is afraid, very afraid that he who gives her warmth at the moment will disappear after waking up. She even vaguely regrets that she just sent him a bowl of sobering soup to speed up his soberness.

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It was early in the morning when she went to pick him up. When she got him back from the "Jinding", she wiped his face, fed him sober soup, and helped him to bed. The time on the mobile phone was displayed to 2:35 a.m.

She fell asleep at two thirty-five in the morning. According to the time that people should keep sleeping for more than six hours, Ji Zimo should wait for nine in the morning, or at least wake up at nine in the morning. She can also sleep until that time.

But the premise is that she lies in bed with him and maintains the position of hugging and sleeping last night.

No, at six o'clock in the morning, the big hand on her waist took it back, and someone gently turned over.

There is nothing wrong with her fear and worry. He was kind to her last night. Now, when he woke up in the morning, he disappeared, just like Cinderella's crystal shoes. He would disappear after twelve o'clock.

When worry became true, her heart was empty. The outside sky was bright and it was a holiday. She had nothing to do except sleeping, watching TV and movies and shopping. However, she couldn't sleep. She was all focused on the person who slept with her back to her.

Not long after he turned over, she felt the bed bounce up. It should be that he got up from the bed. After that, there was a slight noise in the room, which was the sound of hearing when wearing clothes.

"Where are you going?"

Tell yourself to resist the desire to look back at him. One second, two seconds, three seconds. After less than a minute, she couldn't stand it. She was a little collapsed. She pulled the sheet in her hand and turned her head a little.

Want to see if, as she thought, he had got up and dressed. Maybe she was too surprised. At first glance, he was still lying beside her. Except that his hand was not on her, everything else was the same. Even if he took his hand away, it was just an accident when he was asleep.

Should I say I think more or less?

He really got up, and not only did he put on his clothes, but everyone had reached the stairs a few meters away, and the carpet absorbed the sound of his footsteps.

"Wake up?"

"Where are you going?"

When he heard her cry, he stopped his steps and half turned to look at her. It seemed that there was Arctic ice and snow in his eyebrows. It was very cold. Ji Zimo's heart trembled. He could hardly bear to lower his head and no longer looked at him. His voice was firm. He asked him where he was going again and again.

"I have something to do. I need to go out."

"What can I do for you?"

The man didn't expect her to keep asking. He was stunned for a few seconds and didn't answer.

"Well, if you have something to do, go and do it. Bye. I'll sleep a little longer."

Just a few seconds was enough to make her heart cold. Ji Zimo didn't pester him anymore. She waved to him and her small body quickly went back to the quilt.

Heart said, advised to let go, don't entangle, little ears don't listen, stand up, want to listen to the movement over there, after she said this and did the action of drilling back into the quilt, did he have anything to say to her?

After listening for a while, there was no movement.

Ji Zimo felt uncomfortable with a cat scratching in her heart. She moved very gently. Her small head came out of the quilt again. This time, the small head didn't show the whole, only her forehead and eyes. Her forehead had to, because it was above the eyes, and her eyes were to see the other side.

His eyes swept away, and his heart was empty, or gouged out, because there, the figure of the man had disappeared.

He's gone?

Ji Zimo suddenly turned over and sat up from the bed. When she got out of bed, she didn't have time to wear slippers, so she ran downstairs. It's not like a man's silent and loud voice when he went downstairs. The sound of "Dong Dong" footsteps showed her uneasiness and impatience.

No time.

When she went downstairs, there was no him in the living room, kitchen and even the corner.

He really left.

These days, I don't know how many tears have fallen. It should be over, but in fact, how does she feel that it has just begun.

She squatted down and tears fell in front of her. The carpet was wet. She saw the wet carpet so thick.

"Are you coming back tonight?"

She didn't eat last night. She couldn't hold on today. Even if it was dark one day, she sat in the living room waiting for him to come back. Until 8 o'clock in the evening, there was no news. She touched the fully charged mobile phone, pressed the unlock key, transferred to the SMS bar, pointed out his number and typed a line of words, Sent it.

It's a great courage to send text messages, but what else can I do? Just wait until the world is old?

"Well"

It took half an hour for the text message to be sent. Yes, she pinched the time. It took half an hour for the mobile phone in her hand to vibrate. Waiting for half an hour is really nothing. When she saw the text message he returned, Ji Zimo really felt that waiting for half an hour is not hard for her. As long as he replied, even a "HMM."

However, this "um" is really happy, which means that he wants to come back, not not not to come back.

Does he mean what he says? He'll be back.

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One day's waiting has worn away all the enthusiasm, but the worn enthusiasm is rekindled in the "en" reply message. The next waiting is not hard for Ji Zimo.

At ten o'clock, there was a sound of opening the door at the door. In the room with no lights on, his eyes could not see, and his hearing was very sensitive. Almost as soon as the sound rang, Ji Zimo stood up from the sofa.

"You're back." the moment the door opened and the light opened, Ji Zimo's eyes swept to the man standing in the porch, changing shoes, with a smile on her mouth. She walked quickly towards him and opened her mouth.

"Yes."

He seldom gets drunk. One is good at drinking and has strong self-control over tobacco and alcohol. No one dares to drink his wine except what he wants on that wine table.