After discussing the work, it took not long to discuss it. After Qian Yu mentioned Yan Cheng, Zhong Jiuyin was even more worried about the "faucet" at home that might not be tightened.
She frequently lights up the screen and watches the time. An hour passed early. I don’t know if Yan Chengli has left and the key has not been returned yet.
How could Qian Yu not tell that she was absent-minded? When people in love were wearing big red and green clothes and spraying three bottles of perfume, they could be seen from three streets, and every word and action was revealed, "I'm thinking."
Someone”.
Moreover, it is even more obvious that they are a couple who have to separate when they are in love and like each other the most.
He simply finished the conversation quickly and asked her to go home early to rest and have a good afternoon work.
In fact, the studio prepared a lounge for her. I thought that if I didn’t go back at noon, they would leave together after dinner and go to rush for the notice. It was just right, and it would save time.
But it seems that there is no need for that lounge today.
Zhong Jiuyin noticed his meaningful eyes, but pretended not to see it, and after leaving the studio, he went straight home.
The house was quiet, and she didn't even realize that she even made a light voice when she opened the door.
The door was closed gently, and her eyes fell into the living room.
Yan Cheng didn't leave, he lay on the sofa with his legs bent, took off his coat and covered him with his body. Looking at his slightly frown eyebrows, he was not sleeping very peacefully.
She stood there for a while, looking at him, but her eyes were not focused, and her thoughts were radiating, remembering a month ago.
Not long after they further developed, Yan Cheng flew abroad to film. He met him every half a month. Every time he came back, he hugged and kissed him at the door so much that he didn't know who was.
When the kiss is intense, the two will stagger on the sofa, throw their coats aside, and kiss each other in panting.
Yan Cheng was the type who took the initiative to hook her up. He would stop her after kissing her for a while before going to bed. After that, he would not refuse anything she did.
So at that time she pressed him more and more, teasing him on the sofa to look like he deserved to be kissed.
At the beginning, the two of them sat there reading books on the bedside as if they had first met their blind date. Every word she said was inducing him to kiss, and every expression he had speechless.
But that was a few months ago.
"Yan Cheng," she walked a few steps and woke him up, "Didn't she say she wanted Sister Xu to pick you up?"
Yan Cheng's eyes were still red bloodshot. He was a little confused when he opened his eyes. He closed his eyes again before supporting his upper body and said, "She ignored me, maybe she was taking a break. Sorry, I didn't leave in time. Have I slept for a long time?
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She pursed her lips and walked to the side to get water and drank, not looking at him.
"It's been a few hours. Now call Sister Xu, and I won't be able to get some sleep for a long time without any response."
"good."
Zhong Jiuyin listened to the movement behind her and took the water and was about to drink it, but she remembered that the cup must have been used by him.
She paused for a moment and put down the cup, but still didn't turn around, her eyes aimlessly looking at the area of the three-point area in front of her.
Then I found that the living room cabinet seemed to have been sorted out.
"You touched my stuff?" She seemed to have finally found a reason to turn around and say something else.
Yan Cheng was holding his cell phone, and he stopped and looked at her and replied: "Well, I just took the medicine and didn't want to sleep, so I sorted out the pile of books. Have you disrupted your placement habits?"
"No. Thank you."
"It's okay." The conversation was polite, and they were both unhappy.
Zhong Jiuyin doesn't like this feeling.
She stayed in the uncomfortable mood for too long and was reflexively bored and anxious about this feeling of depression.
"Why didn't you hear the sound of dialing the phone?" She was a little too harsh and said directly, "Put on her clothes and leave first. She really didn't have time to take a taxi back."
He directly exposed his disguise and Yan Cheng suddenly stepped into the air.
The two looked at each other, one expressionless and the other was full of loss.
"I really want to drive me away?" He sat on the sofa without moving, his dark black pupils quietly looking at her.
"We have broken up." She repeated this sentence, not sure who she was saying to.
"I'm doing a good job now. I'm actively facing my work every day. I occasionally make a meal when I have time, give feedback to the doctor on time, chat with my friends, and try to repair my relationship with my mother... I'm very good, Yan Cheng, I
I don’t want to spend my energy in any relationship that makes me uncomfortable for the time being.”
After she finished speaking, she kept swallowing and suppressing her emotions. Then she didn't care whether she was interested or not, picked up the cup and raised her head and drank half a glass of water.
Yan Cheng said calmly: "Looking his head down means looking up at me abnormally. I understand your mind about me, but you also understand that I don't want to lose you."
He stood up and walked up to her.
Zhong Jiuyin sensitively sensed this atmosphere similar to a showdown, and also breathed to calm down his emotions. As he asked, he looked up and looked directly at him normally.
"But I also said, let's be calm and calm apart. Don't you understand what this sentence means?"
"I understand, but I just can't control myself and want to see you. What can I do? We have only been together for a while and we broke up when the relationship is right. Who can resist not meeting or talking?"
Yan Cheng forced her hand and took her Adam's apple as before, and when he swallowed, Adam's apple slid up and down between her fingers.
"I miss you very much, I don't want to separate."
Zhong Jiuyin was a little lost and allowed him to slide down with her hand, and finally stopped in his heart.
He had a low fever, his body was slightly hot, and he was only wearing a slightly thicker shirt. When he put his palm on, he could clearly feel the pounding heartbeat.
"I don't want to separate," he repeated again, "even if you want to, I respect your choices, but I want to express my thoughts to let you know."
"...Why haven't the fever subsided after taking the medicine?" She only said these irrelevant words.
Yan Cheng didn't force it and hugged her as the situation.
She wanted to push away: "If you express your meaning, just express it, don't be so intimate."
Hug around, is this an expression of ideas, this an action.
"Just hug her." Yan Cheng buried his head between her neck, his slightly scalded lips pressing against her carotid artery, making her tremble.
"Don't be more timid."
"No. I don't seem to have gained more than anything."
"..." So is it said that only she can gain a better position?
She wanted to say something else, but a little wet suddenly came from her neck, which made her stunned.
After quiet for a while, Zhong Jiuyin hesitated and called him: "Yan Cheng?"
Yan Cheng snorted, his throat was not so sore and tight, so he could speak: "I saw your diary."
She froze: "I told you to lie down only in the living room. Who told you to enter my study?"
"I'm sorry. For this and for that thing."
"..." She was silent for a while, and said, "I know you are right. Can you predict it in advance and then run to the other street to faint?"
"If I wasn't that dizzy that day, I could remember your face and find you out in advance."
"There is no need to make such assumptions. I said it was not your fault, and you don't have to repent."
"But I don't know what else I can do besides confession."