Leng Shutong cried for a while, adjusted her mood, went to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror.
Mascara and eye makeup are all crying, the nose is red, and a few wisps of hair are scattered around the ear.
Leng Shutong was stunned and quickly washed her face with cold water.
She wanted to show him her most dignified manner. She couldn't be so embarrassed.
After a few minutes, Leng Shutong repeatedly confirmed that he didn't have a big problem with his appearance, and then walked out of the bathroom slowly.
Han Yunting bandaged her foot. It's really hard to walk
When the door opened, she appeared, and then she asked, "how are you thinking?"
Leng Shutong looks at Han Yunting, who is still in the same place. His expression is a little nervous, and he is waiting for her answer.
He seems... More anxious than she is!
Has come to this step, cold Shutong a little bit to take Joe's mind are not.
She stopped and glanced at Han Yunting. She held out her hand to him with a smile and said, "you've wrapped me up so tightly that it's hard to walk!"
Having said that, Leng Shutong's fingers also timely into his palm.
Han Yunting's arm bent and trembled, looking at her active hand-in-hand action, her eyes flashed, "you don't have to go, I'll hold you!"
Han Laosan, who has never been in love, seems to be more and more handy in taking care of people.
The delicate Leng Shutong's light weight looked like a feather to him.
Han Yunting took her back to the living room and bent over to put her on the sofa, but Leng Shutong held his neck.
So, Han Yunting thought for a second, just sat down, surrounded Leng Shutong's waist, and found a comfortable position for her to sit on her own leg.
Quiet suite living room, cold Shutong nest in his arms, sniffing his taste.
Unconsciously, she played with his shirt buttons, her eyes spinning and her heart beating constantly disordered.
"I heard from sizer this afternoon that you are going back to England?"
Han Yunting opened his mouth to break the silence. He leaned back slightly and opened a little distance between them.
At this time, Leng Shutong, who was full of imagination, finally remembered that she wanted to go back to England.
She opened the corner of her mouth, "ah," and looked at Han Yunting in a trance, "what time is it now?"
Han Yunting raised his hand and looked at the watch, "a quarter past ten."
Leng Shutong
She forgot all about her eight o'clock flight!
It's true that love is wrong!
"What's the matter?" Han Yunting frowned.
Leng Shutong murmured: "I was flying at 8 o'clock, but I forgot..."
She sighed a little dejectedly and patted her forehead again.
Such a manner revealed her true nature without any intention.
Although not like Ling Zihuan's age, she is still a little naive.
As a result, Han Yunting seemed to have found a new world. He ran over his fingertips and held her soft and tender cheek. It felt good.
"Is there something urgent at home? If you're not in a hurry, it's not too late to go back when you've got a sharp foot injury! "
He hasn't received the news from his elder sister. At least he has to wait until he is familiar with the business cooperation between the two families, or he can go back to England with her in the name of visiting.
Once this idea came into being, Han Yunting had some expectations.
It seems that two people together this matter, is not so difficult to accept!
In the end, Leng Shutong agreed to his suggestion.
Finally together, she suddenly did not want to go back to England!