Chapter 472

The next day.

At seven o'clock, the sky is still early, and the dawn is light.

Jiangbeiyuan kept the subconscious action, and he fished his long arm to the side.

Empty, nobody.

The dark eyes opened quickly.

Yan Nian is not in bed or in the room.

Jiangbeiyuan frowned, put on a coat at will and got off the bed, shuttling in each room barefoot.

Guest room, study, kitchen, gym, small screening hall, dressing room

He even found the swimming pool and garden outside, but they didn't work.

The slender figure shuttles in every corner, panting while running. Black eyes are full of anxiety and panic instead of calm and self-reliance.

"Read!"

He was like a child who couldn't find an adult. His thin sweat went down his forehead, along the delicate jaw line, and his clothes were soaked.

There is movement in the porch.

Jiangbeiyuan quickly turned to look at the past.

The little woman, wrapped in the big black down jacket, looks a little bloated. She is changing shoes in the porch with a shopping bag in her hand.

Jiangbeiyuan walked over without saying anything and held people in his arms.

Tight.

"Where have you been?" His voice is hoarse, very low, very deep and uneasy.

Yannian sips her lips and raises her arms. "I don't think I have any yogurt at home, so I'll buy some..."

"Is the supermarket open at seven?"

"Well, the supermarket on central street is open 24 hours a day."

From Funan villa to central street, the fastest taxi is half an hour, and the round trip is an hour.

So how early does she get up?

"I'll buy it later. Stay at home and don't go out in the cold."

“……”

Yannian didn't speak. He went into the living room and put a bag of yogurt on the coffee table in the living room.

After a long time, he turned his back to Jiangbei abyss and opened his mouth in a muffled voice, "I want to go out and have a rest."

“……”

Silence.

Dead silence.

Silent enough to hear the ticking of the wall clock.

It's time flowing.

Flowing, it seems that there is not only time.

Yuli hears the movement and comes out of her room. She lies at the door and looks at Yannian and jiangbeiyuan, who are separated by a long distance.

I don't know how long ago, the man's thin lips moved and broke the silence first:

"how many days?"

Smart as he is.

"I don't know..."

“……”

It's a dead silence again.

Jiang Beiyuan's fists, which hang down on his side, are clenched tightly, falling again and again. His bones are white, and his eyebrows are dignified and deep.

It was a transparent sadness, falling from his shoulders to the ground and drowning him.

"Then you can go and remember to come back."

"Thank you."

"No need."

"Oh."

Yannian goes to the dressing room.

She took several close fitting clothes and put them into the bag, then went back to the bedroom, and put the wedding ring and the necklace Jiang Beiyuan gave her on her birthday in a box like a treasure.

When Yannian came out of the bedroom, he found jiangbeiyuan still standing at the junction of the porch and the living room.

He leaned on it, like a petrified statue, standing still, and Jun's face was taut into a bow, with no redundant expression on his face.

The words dropped their heads.

She didn't look at him again.

When passing by, he suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Forget it, you don't have to go. I'll go, or where else you can go."

"Ding Baoyi's home."

“…… Pa. "

Jiangbei yuan loosed his hand and fell straight down.

The last hope was shattered by her words.

Then she did go.