When song Qinghuan woke up the next morning, he felt some pain in his head. When he opened his eyes, he saw a large area of French windows. There were tiny pieces of sunlight spreading in the cracks.
Shine on the velvet quilt, make the quilt more gentle and warm.
She shrank the whole person in and didn't want to move.
She had a party with her colleagues last night, and then she seemed to be drunk. Was she drunk? I don't think so. Anyway, I got into a taxi. Next
She can't remember what happened next!
Song Qinghuan's mind was confused, so he sat up from the bed and the quilt slipped down from her.
Her first reaction was to check whether there was anything wrong with her. Nothing was taken off except her shoes.
Fortunately, it's safe. She hasn't been raped.
And her bag, also intact on the head of the bed, money is also very safe, not robbed.
But is she going back to her villa? How do I get to my bedroom? How can I sleep? Why didn't she have any impression?
Song Qinghuan held his head and sat for a long time, but he couldn't remember anything.
She got up and went to the washroom, thinking that after a shower, her brain should be sober.
But I still don't remember anything.
Wearing a bathrobe, she came to the French window and opened the off white curtain with a "Shua". The sunlight immediately came in and shone on her body.
She pushed open the glass window and stood on the edge of the fence. At a glance, she saw the green trees sprouting and the grass growing in the courtyard opposite to winter.
In the green, she saw her face lying on the ground, staring up at her master's son.
His master sits against the light, wearing only a thin Beige cashmere sweater and beige slacks. His eyes are very quiet and he looks down at the book in his hand.
The fine sunlight leaps between his hair and eyebrows. It is no longer the cold and heartless image of song Qinghuan.
At the moment, the sun shines on her tall and straight body.
The feeling of song Qinghuan is also as warm as jade, free and easy, which makes people feel kind.
Song Qinghuan can't help sighing in his heart. It's really a world of looking at faces. If it's not such a beautiful face, how can it have such a deceptive effect!
Acutely aware of her eyes, when the cold raised eyes to see her.
Take back your eyes, song Qinghuan is about to go back to the house, but unexpectedly, his eyes collide with Shi Yuhan on the lawn outside.
His eyes are really beautiful, but they are too cold. If there are more colors, they will look better.
After calming down, song Qinghuan tries to pretend to be calm. When she goes back, she finds that Shi Yuhan's black eyes are falling on her chest, which means nothing