Chapter 212

There was no response in the room.

The name can knock again: "sir."

After a long time, no one responded to her. She gently twisted the handle of the door. Fortunately, it wasn't locked inside. As soon as the door was pushed, it was pushed out.

When he walked in, the tall figure of Beiming night was standing by the window, filled with smoke, which made his whole person fall into a fog, making his back look more rigid and indifferent.

Mingke was pulled out of his mind for no reason. He closed the door gently and walked over, but he didn't dare to approach. He just stood five steps behind him and looked at his thin face: "Sir, I'm sorry, I I misunderstood you

He didn't speak. He just put the cigarette in his hand to his mouth and took another puff of smoke, which made his already bleak face even colder.

The name can hang down Mou son to looking at oneself in hand that underwear, in the heart sour, never thought that he will also be good to oneself one day.

Just because I didn't expect that I thought of him so badly all the time, I felt very sad after knowing that I misunderstood him.

In that suffering, there is also a little unclear heartache.

"Sir." She called again, still looking up at him.

But he still ignored her, looking at the night scene outside the window, the cigarette in his hand had been half smoked by him, and now he was sending it to his lips.

She put the underwear on the bed, finally summoned up the courage to lean over to him, pulled his big palm, and said softly, "smoking is not good for your health. Don't smoke so much."

Beiming night finally looked at her uneasy face, but after a moment of indifference, thin lips hooked up again. The anger on her face had disappeared long ago, and now she's smiling so well. She's smiling as if it's all right.

This appearance makes Mingke feel more painful. It's really not easy to see the real expression on Beiming night's face. Although he was so angry just now, at least those expressions are true. Now he smiles so well, but they are all fake.

"Sir." She was a little uneasy. She met his smiling eyes and slowly relaxed his big palm.

"What? Didn't you come here to make amends? What kind of apology are you now, sincerity? " The two beautiful thin lips slightly open and close, overflow words are directly knocked down in her heart.

She knew that the little distance that she had managed to get close to him became far away in an instant.

He stood on the far away side and looked down at her like a prey.

In fact, she didn't like this feeling very much. She preferred to do what she did when she hit him tonight. Although she was flustered, he didn't really get angry, but just played a few words with her.

At that time, he was so real, so close, as if he could reach it. Now, although he was flustered at that time, it was a little sweet to think of it afterwards.

But now although he is smiling, but the whole person is cold, and she stood so close, but like a star in the sky, out of reach.

Mingke doesn't know what she is thinking. Beiming night and she are two people in the world. She shouldn't want to be close to him at all.

But, tonight he gave her too much moved, even if only a little bit, she also inexplicably moved.

Because of that move, now see him hide himself back to the cold world, unexpectedly, it hurts.

She thought she really had a bad night? Do people need her?

It's just that when I saw the smile on his face that covered up everything, I really felt a little strange pain in my heart

"Have you had enough?" Above his head came his voice, which was so low and frightening.

Mingke was startled. When he looked up at him, his eyes were still the same as in the past. It was always difficult to distinguish the light from the dark.

She opened her thin lips slightly. She didn't have to think at all. In response, she blurted out: "eat I'm full. "

"You're full. I haven't started yet." He snuffed out the cigarette with his fingertips and threw it into the garbage can accurately. The smile on his lips was still so beautiful, but he was more cautious than before: "now, it's my turn."

…… In fact, Mingke knew that he just wanted to cover up his unique enthusiasm beyond indifference in this way. She had already seen something beyond his appearance that she couldn't see at ordinary times, but because of a little misunderstanding, because of her little emotion, it disappeared in a moment.

Maybe it's not gone, but he once again deeply hidden in the smile.

He turned back to the man she was afraid of, a ferocious wolf.

That whole night, he didn't know how to be satisfied to vent his impulse and suppressed anger. Only at the last moment, she could see a scar beyond the smile from his eyes.

What kind of experience made him become what he is now, habitually hiding, habitually using the worst means to treat people who almost approached him?Even if she had a little bit of horror, she only knew that he would suffer all night.

For such a person, she I'm really smoking.

When Mingke woke up, there was no Beiming night in the room as usual. The whole room was empty and cold. In this July day, she could think of the word "cold".

Frowning, she was still familiar with the pain. It took her at least half a day to bear the pain.

But should she get used to it? Beside this man, I have never had a good day.

She took a deep breath, slowly got up, picked up the suit of sportswear that had been torn to pieces by him from the ground, put it on her body, and then went to the bathroom.

When she came out after washing, Gillian had already knocked on the door outside. She took the clothes she had changed yesterday, together with all the dry cleaned underwear, and was about to send them back to her.

Seeing the clothes she put neatly on the bed, Mingke didn't know what it was like. She would help her take them to dry cleaning, which must be the meaning of Beiming night.

Sometimes that bastard looks really good, but sometimes it's just as hard to accept as a beast. Until now, she still has a subconscious fear of him.

"And he?" She couldn't help asking.

Gillian put the breakfast on the table, then looked back at her, said with a smile: "Mr. early in the morning and we went to the cliff training."

Cliff She was a little anxious, looking at her asking, but she didn't want to ask about him.

Gillian see her still hesitant, also don't know what she wants to do, then pushed the food plate on the table: "you eat breakfast first, already cold."