If it were still the young master she was six years ago, ten minutes at most
Ten minutes have passed and there is no sign of the door opening.
Yu Yuanyuan smiled and didn't care.
The process is not important. She believes in the result. The young master will definitely come out.
I am very tired today and want to sleep very much. My eyes slowly close and huddle up. My hands and feet are all cold and my face gradually becomes a little pale.
It feels really bad to abuse yourself
Before falling asleep, she vaguely thought about this
In the room
Xia Zihao sat back on the bed, holding a bag of cowhide leather in his hand, and slowly pulled out the information inside.
More than a dozen pages, full of writing, and a few photos
He closed his eyes, a cold smile overflowing from his lips
He really would rather not know anything
Fortunately, he still has sense. He will settle Yu Yuanyuan's debt later and let her go first. If he has the ability to go far, he will not bother her in the future.
If you don't have the ability, you really can't blame him
Things can only come in threes. She should understand this.
However, his eyes still glanced at the door involuntarily. There seemed to be something pulling him there.
The information in his hand was crumpled into a ball. Xia Zihao pressed the lighter and burned the pieces of paper, including the photos.
If you want to fight, then come and stay with me at any time
Lying down, feeling restless and not sure why?
Xia Zihao couldn't help but sat up again, and cursed in a low voice, "shit"
There is only one person who can make him feel uneasy.
Opening the door, the person huddled at the door reflexively fell inside. Xia Zihao was not prepared, and Yu Yuanyuan's whole body fell at his feet.
I don’t know if she slept to death, but Yu Yuanyuan didn’t wake up. She muttered a few words in a low voice, turned over, and fell asleep again.
Xia Zihao looked at her thin clothes and was so angry that he almost hit her.
Looking at her cold red face, Xia Zihao sighed inaudibly, knelt down and hugged Yu Yuanyuan.
It felt like hugging a popsicle. Xia Zihao frowned.
He carried her to the bed and covered her with all the thick quilts.