At half past five in the morning, the whole city began to recover. When the first light from the east shone in from the window, Tong Yao woke up.
She stood up, covered in sweat and licked her dry lips, she suddenly woke up——
This strange room belongs to my uncle! Last night, he helped her take a bath, he helped her apply medicine, and then...she fell asleep without any expectations!
The room was empty. Tong Yao looked at it blankly for a long time, and finally lifted the quilt and stood up: his head was still a little dizzy, he must have been sweating profusely, and his pajamas were sticky to his body...
She remembered that she had a fever last night
Qin Muyuan suddenly remembered Qin Muyuan telling her to take medicine again in her mind. Tong Yao bit her lower lip hesitantly - her uncle had become indifferent to her...
She really wanted to tell him: She is not the kind of person who messes around! She will not pester him.
The whole room was unfamiliar. She couldn't find her clothes. After a brief wash, she could only put her pajamas back on and open the door to find someone.
"Uncle?" The spacious villa was quiet, and the faint light penetrated from the floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing her to see clearly the simple yet luxurious layout.
No one answered
Isn't he here?
He...is avoiding her?
"Are you up?" A hearty voice came from behind his head. Tong Yao was startled and quickly recovered from the bitterness of his random thoughts and looked at the source of the sound——
"Ah, it's you!" Pointing to Zuo Chuanyan, who was looking refreshed and refreshed, Tong Yao seemed to have found a relative, his bright eyes full of excitement, "Zuo Chuanyan!"
With a pursed lip and a smile, it is such an "honor" to be remembered by the woman who fascinated me!
"Are you looking for your...brother-in-law?" When he asked this question, Zuo Chuanyan was stunned for a moment, feeling vaguely guilty——
He really shouldn't have been allowed to know the truth!
Now when he thinks of "brother-in-law", "niece", "spread your legs"... he feels so guilty
"I want to find my own clothes." He pursed his lips and mentioned Qin Muyuan. Tong Yao was obviously a little embarrassed. He lowered his voice a little and spoke cautiously, "Do you know... where are my clothes?
"
Zuo Chuanyan stood frozen on the spot in embarrassment for a moment - Damn! How could he know? He didn't take off this!
"Well..." He twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a dry smile, "Just wait, he will be back in a while, you will know just by asking him!"
"Uncle is out?" Tong Yao blurted out reflexively. After finishing speaking, he realized that his reaction seemed to be too big.
But, why was he going out so late at night? To... avoid her?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and turned to Zuo Chuanyan for help: "Then can you send me back to the hotel? I want to get my clothes."
It's broad daylight now. Those who wanted to kill her last night should have gone.
"Okay" Zuo Chuanyan nodded and agreed happily.
His idea is very simple - he is already "that" to her, so he will definitely keep her by his side! Now is the opportunity to move all her things over, he will definitely be pleasantly surprised when he comes back...
A small hotel full of European style, without any trace of yesterday’s bloodshed
In this city where shootings can happen at any time, yesterday's chaos may have been commonplace for a long time, so Tong Yao went back to the room without anyone even looking at her.
Narrow room, a mess
There were obvious signs of rummaging in the house, her luggage was scattered all over the floor, the notebook she brought was smashed, and the carpet was covered with "corpses" mixed with plastic and glass...
Tong Yao was stunned instantly!
The first thought that comes to mind is - so expensive!
How would she pay for the smashed things when she got back?
"Here..." Looking at her thin back, Zuo Chuanyan couldn't help but feel pitiful for this little girl. He murmured, "Are you okay?"
What he really wants to say is: It's just a laptop, you don't need it! In fact, you can just ask me to buy you a truck! Don't be too frugal, don't be too sad...
"I want to change clothes..." Tong Yao sighed tiredly, thinking about how to return to China to deal with the financial affairs of The Times
"Ah! Okay!" Zuo Chuanyan reacted belatedly, responded quickly, pushed to the door, and carefully closed the door for her, "Then I'll wait for you at the door!"
As soon as he left, Tong Yao suddenly remembered: By the way! There is also a mobile phone!
Her mobile phone was hidden in the mezzanine of the suitcase. When she ran over to look at it, she found that it had not been found. Moreover, when she pressed the power button, the screen still worked normally.
Tong Yao couldn't help but smile with relief, but the next second, a text message was sent. She opened it reflexively, but she couldn't laugh anymore——
She couldn't read the text, but she knew that it was a photo in a MMS message from Moscow's entertainment news. She was trembling all over, but she couldn't help but sigh: What a beautiful couple!
The tall mixed-race woman is holding Qin Muyuan's arm, showing affection and coquettishness, and is staying at the door of the wine where the light, shadow and sound are...
She glanced at the pile of Russian annotations below, and her expression froze when she saw the word "лю6ntb" - this was the only Russian word she knew. She once thought it was romantic, but now it seems extremely ironic...
[Please give me a red envelope, please give me a red envelope! Give some sweet potatoes, I will add more~]