You are so sweet in my heart

They had never seen Huo Xiao drink so much except that year.

"Old Huo, are you dying?"

Yang Yang takes the lead in sitting beside Huo Xiao and grabs the beer bottle in his hand.

Huo Xiao's stomach disease was caused by drinking in those years.

Yang Yang still remembers the picture of his stomach bleeding after drinking.

I don't want to go back in my life!

Huo Xiao didn't care. He picked up another bottle and poured it again.

But no matter how to pour, the ear still reverberates that crisp laughter and firm words.

"What's the matter?"

Gong Ming is much calmer than Yang Yang. Huo Xiao's performance is so similar to a scene in his memory that he is very uneasy.

He was afraid to repeat the mistake.

One bottle after another, don't pour it down.

Consciousness, but still sober.

"I heard her voice again."

After drinking, Huo Xiao's voice was a little hoarse.

"What?"

Yang Yang took the lead to shout out, the glass bottle in his hand failed to grasp firmly, fell to the ground and made a loud bang.

A little beer sprinkled on the bottom of his trousers. Yang Yang didn't care at all. What he cared about was Huo Xiaogang's words.

"Well."

Light single tone, provoked Yang Yang a burst of fury.

"Well, what a fart, old Huo, do you hear her voice again?"

At this time, Yang Yang did not have the usual ramble, and became more serious than ever.

Huo Xiao doesn't care about attitude, can make him angry bad, temple blue veins burst up.

Even the calm Gong Ming became not calm.

"If it's not cured, how can you hear it?"

At the beginning, Huo Xiao had severe insomnia and auditory hallucination. If he had not been treated compulsorily in the end, maybe he would not be what he is now.

Only when you have experienced it can you know how terrible it is.

Gong Ming doesn't want Huo Xiao back.

Huo Xiao half narrowed his eyes, deep eyes gradually become blurred.

Why?

Is she reminding him?

Remind him not to forget her and remember others!

......

Night, is so cold.

The wind is blowing the swaying curtain, accompanied by the moonlight.

Mu Chu Di holds his legs and sits on the balcony.

The cold wind made her shiver, but she still refused to go in.

Quiet eyes, tightly staring at the iron gate, waiting for Huo Xiao to come back.

Time went by minute by second, until the day and night alternate, also failed to put people back.

Mu Chu Di didn't wait any longer. She stretched her aching limbs and walked barefoot on the floor.

Let the cold of the floor penetrate into the skin.

She dare not ask, dare not call Huo Xiao, always feel, if call in the past, what will be broken between them.

After waiting all night, my brain was in a muddle.

Unconsciously, I fell asleep.

Mu Chu Di opened his eyes and it was dark.

She sat up in a hurry, picked up her cell phone and looked at the time.

At eight in the evening.

It's more than usual.

So, has he come back?

Mu Chudi trotted down to the ground and ran out of the house. He was hungry all day. Last night, he was blown by the cold wind. He was a little soft.

She was so fast that she staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

Holding the wall, I couldn't wait for a moment. I walked out of the room with soft steps.

"Young lady, you finally wake up. You're hungry. I've warmed you hot porridge."

Aunt Zhang just came out of the kitchen and saw Mu Chu Di coming down the stairs. She was going back to the kitchen to take out the things.

Mu Chu Di looks around and doesn't see Huo Xiao.

"Huo, where is Mr. Huo?"

Aunt Zhang poked her head out of the kitchen. "The young master is on a business trip. Didn't he tell the young lady?"