The entire twenty-second floor was in darkness, and an inconspicuous figure walked through the darkness and reached the end of the corridor.
2203.
Song Xiang was wearing a mask and a hoodie, and his whole body was wrapped tightly.
Raise your hand and touch the door handle.
Before it even turned, I felt the door moving inward.
No problem?
My heart was beating loudly, and I pushed in slightly.
It was pitch black, darker than the corridor.
Song Xiang licked her mouth, pushed the door open just a little, and squeezed in sideways.
"Severe cold?" he shouted softly.
No movement.
She frowned, wondering if she had thought wrong.
After thinking for a moment, he took two steps forward.
"Shen Han, please stop making trouble, I know it's you."
Click.
The door lock is closed.
Song Xiang was startled and subconsciously walked back. Before he had taken two steps, he heard footsteps behind him.
Before she could turn around, the person behind her had already approached and hugged her.
Song Xiang opened her mouth, but before she could scream, the man had already reached out and covered her mouth.
"Be good, keep your voice down."
Song Xiang's eyes widened and he didn't know if it was true for a moment.
The familiar scent, just like in a dream, suddenly came behind me.
She tried her best to control her breathing and felt the hand on her lips slowly weaken.
"Don't be afraid, it's me."
It's you...it's you bastard!
Song Xiang took a breath, turned around suddenly, raised his hand and struck.
"Asshole! Is it fun to lie to me?! You scared me to death!"
She thought something had happened to cause him to see her like this.
The man grabbed her hand, held her in his arms, and whispered into her ear: "Keep your voice down, you can hit her. If you want to scold, please slow down."
Song Xiang stopped and realized that there was not a single light in the room, something was wrong at all.
"What...what's going on?"
"It's okay, I'm just joking with you."
The man picked her up and put her on the sofa.
Song Xiang is not stupid, how could he be fooled like that.
She raised her head, looked at him through the darkness, and raised her hand to touch his face.
Little by little, I tried to confirm that it was that person.
"What's wrong? Didn't you confirm it during the day?"
Song Xiang lowered his head, the tip of his nose was sore, and he couldn't hold back his grievances, "I'm afraid I saw it wrong. You didn't recognize me at that time, I..."
"It was my fault."
The man knelt down in front of her and raised his hand to wipe her tears, "It's because my acting skills are so bad that you recognized me."
"Nonsense, if I can't even recognize you, why do I need my eyes?"
She spoke with a cry in her voice.
After the words fell, he asked again: "No, what do you mean, you... don't plan to see me?"
She remembered that according to reports, he should be in South America now. How could he suddenly appear in Oslo?
"What happened?"
"fine."
Song Xiang raised his hand and tore off his ear hard, "You lie to me again!"
Yan Han: "..."
He finally couldn't help it and smiled softly.
"We haven't seen each other for only ninety-six days. Miss Rong has a good temper."
Song Xiang kicked him lightly and said, "It's ninety-six and a half days."
Severe silence.
Stretch out your hands and give her a hug.
Song Xiang couldn't bear it anymore and hugged him, her tears falling as if she didn't want any money.
I missed him at the airport, and I haven't seen him for three months. I can't even call or video call him. I think he can only read it from the financial news.
I woke up in the night and wanted to call him, but I was worried that it would disturb his rest, so I never dared to take the initiative to call him.