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It was already one in the morning when Xiao Tong got off the plane. There were not many people on this flight, and most of them were picked up by relatives and friends. As soon as they got out of the airport, they were all astigmatized. Only Xiao Tong was left standing on the side of the road dragging his suitcase, waiting for a taxi that happened to pass by. She takes a ride. She leaned against the electric pole on the side of the road and looked around, not to mention the car in the dark night, there was no one, and she didn't know how long it would take to go.
It was late autumn, the night was heavy with dew, and suddenly the wind blew up, and the cold wind blew into his bones. Xiao Tong was only wearing a short sleeveless skirt, and shivered unconsciously. She rubbed her arms on both sides, and stomped her feet again. The high-heeled shoes collided with the ground, making two muffled sounds, which spread along the empty road into the distant night, only echoed by a few insects from the grass beside the road.
After waiting for more than an hour, Xiao Tong finally waited for the taxi she called. She got in the car, closed the door, and slumped on the back seat of the car. She has suffered from insomnia for many days, and yesterday she didn't close her eyes all day and all night. Only then did he feel tired, raised his hand and rubbed his face, told the driver the address, ordered him to drive, threw himself into the seat again, and stared at the corner of the raised cushion beside his feet without moving.
Can't sleep.
Without Yu Qinghan, I couldn't sleep no matter what.
Xiao Tong slipped back quietly. She was due to present her first collection as an independent couturier in Paris tomorrow, and she slipped back when it came to a head.
Being able to hold a show at Paris Fashion Week is a dream beyond the reach of many fashion designers, but she has given up the first opportunity to show her face at Paris Fashion Week, leaving the whole team behind to plan for more than half a year It's a big show, and I rushed back with stars and moons, just because Yu Qinghan suddenly made an international long-distance call the day before, with a lazy tone and a slightly joking tone, and hung up the phone after only saying four words.
Yu Qinghan said: "I miss you."
The lazy and sexy voice penetrated Xiao Tong's eardrum along the earpiece, and shook her heart severely. Xiao Tong stuck the phone to her ear for two seconds, and when she regained consciousness, she had already boarded the plane.
It's so rare to get the sentence "I miss you" from Yu Qinghan's mouth. No matter what Paris or fashion show, she has to stand aside. Xiao Tong only has the four words Yu Qinghan said echoing in her mind. She wants to see Yu Qinghan, she almost wanted to fly to Yu Qinghan's side with her wings.
"Ms. Xiao, we're here." The driver's words interrupted Xiao Tong's daze. She woke up and looked out the window. The familiar scenery around her was home.
"Thank you." Xiao Tong nodded, paid, got out of the car, and couldn't wait to enter the building. His movements were a little hasty, and he remembered to use the reflection of the wall to tidy up his appearance in the elevator. His hair was tied up in a bun, barely neat , and the clothes are neat and clean. Xiao Tong is a fashion designer after all, and he is quite particular about his own image. He took photos from left and right, and there was nothing wrong with it. Just as the elevator door opened with a ding, Xiao Tong took a deep breath. Pulling the suitcase out of the elevator, stopped in front of a certain door, inserted the key into the keyhole, and opened the door with a click. At the same time, a self-consciously perfect smile appeared on his face.
Yu Qinghan is obsessed with cleanliness, and hates other people's dirt the most. Once Xiao Tong stayed in the studio for a long time, and his trousers were stained with chalk dust. Yu Qinghan's cold voice disgusted him for a few days. Since then, Xiao Tong Every time Tong saw her, he had to be very careful, for fear of making mistakes.
She had put her clothes in order, and then she entered the room, stepped into the hallway with half a foot, suddenly stagnated, and her perfect smile froze on her face.
The bedroom door was slightly closed, and a few ambiguous groans of a woman could be faintly heard. One of the voices, Xiao Tong, could be recognized even with her eyes closed. She had heard this voice for more than ten years, and it was as deep as a seal on a bone. .
There was a small gap in the door of the room, and the back of the naked woman turned into ashes, and Xiao Tong could recognize it. For Yu Qinghan, Xiao Tong has watched it for more than ten years, thought about it for more than ten years, and read it for more than ten years. What Xiao Tong doesn't know about Yu Qinghan? Xiao Tong could recognize her even by panting.
Xiao Tong seemed to be pinched by someone, her heart stopped, her ears were buzzing, her head was throbbing with pain, her hand holding the doorknob was too hard, her nails turned white, her wrists, arms, and even her face were all bruised. It was pale, except for a pair of gorgeously painted lips, which were bleeding red.
The door was half open and half closed, Xiao Tong remained in this position for a few minutes, and when the human emotions in the bedroom were so intense, she didn't find any sign of her at all. From the wrist to the cheeks on both sides, there is no difference. The half of her foot that stepped into the door stepped back, and carefully closed the door again, for fear of making a sound that would disturb the deep night.
Xiao Tong has been with Yu Qinghan for more than ten years, it's not that he didn't discover the clues, but Yu Qinghan bothered others to interfere in her life, and Xiao Tong didn't want to cause sadness in vain, so?? frowned and smiled contemptuously, "Are you smoking?"
"Smokeda few cigarettes"
"I told you, let me see you smoking a cigarette again, and you will get out of here."
Xiao Tong's breathing was stagnant, he rubbed his hands uncomfortably, and explained with a smile, "It's too cold."
"Won't Leng go back?" Yu Qinghan squinted at the pile of "several" cigarette butts, smiled, and the expression on his face faded, "This is your home, could it be that I still stop you from entering?"
"I didn't bring the key." Xiao Tong lowered his head, he was so big, he looked like a child who had done something wrong in front of Yu Qinghan, clutching the trolley case nervously, his hands covered with sweat.
She sniffed, feeling that she could smell the smoke on her body.
Shouldn't be smoking so much, Xiao Tong thought angrily, he has endured it for so many years, why is he so confused this time as if he had hit an evil? For no reason, it caused Yu Qinghan's dislike, and I don't know how many days it will take to ignore him.
Xiao Tong is not afraid of anything else, most afraid of Yu Qinghan not wanting her.
Xiao Tong expected that Yu Qinghan should walk away with a cold face, even if he took a step closer to him, he thought the smell of smoke would dirty her air, but this time Yu Qinghan actually took the suitcase from Xiao Tong for the first time, He even patted the back of her hand, and his tone was unprecedentedly gentle, "Forget it, go back, your hands are cold."
Xiao Tong was flattered, staggered to follow Yu Qinghan's pace, and entered the unit building.
Most likely, Yu Qinghan felt a little guilty towards Xiao Tong.
Guilty is good, Xiao Tong followed Yu Qinghan, lowered his head, and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, guilty, so he felt ashamed to think he was dirty. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com