Chapter 213

I hope to hear a little bit of fluster in Lawson's tone.

But no. He was always calm“ Song Yao, Chu an and I are not what you think. We are dealing with some thorny matters. "

"Oh. So, what makes you have to be in and out of the same room in the same hotel for several days? " Since she's an ex girlfriend, it's time to avoid suspicion. New York is so big and there are so many hotels. If you want to avoid suspicion, you should avoid it. But I can also hear that when he mentions Chu'an, he uses the word "we", which seems to confirm that even if they break up, they keep in touch with each other all the time, and the contact is still very close. He also trusts her very much, otherwise he won't let her deal with some "tough" things.

It's a good hiding.

To be honest, I really appreciate he Zhongyu in my heart.

He can not love me, but can not deceive me. Love is an emotional category, but deception is a moral issue.

"Song Yao, I can't tell you yet. It's a trade secret." Davidson and I have this sentence again.

"So, how long are you going to stay with Chuan in the hotel?" I'm not in the mood to take care of his words.

"If it goes well, it will take more than 20 days. If it doesn't go well, it will take more than a month. "

I'll take a breath.

"You and Chuan... Had sex?"

In a room, this is the old lover, this met, don't go to bed still have ghost?

"Song Yao. No There was impatience in lowerson's voice at last. Beside him, there was a woman's clear voice. She was talking to others on the phone, and her mouth was speaking fluent English. Hehe, this woman is Chu'an in nine cases out of ten.

"Lawson, I don't believe it!"

"Now I can't explain it to you. Wait till I come back! I'm very busy. Please don't make such a boring call if you have nothing to do He just hung up.

I stare at my cell phone, speechless for a long time.

A very strong intuition constantly reminds me: Song Yao, you and luoweisen this matter, yellow!

Fortunately, I only told my mother. This should be so high-profile that all Xicheng knows it. I am the one who is in a mess at the end.

I don't know how I left the cemetery or how I went back to my father's villa. I sat in the sofa, holding my arms tightly, feeling cool.

My mood, really like riding a roller coaster, a few hundred meters in the air, a fall into a deep trough.

the second day.

I'm trying to get to work. As soon as he opened the door, he Zhongyu stood outside.

He seems to have been standing for a long time.

"Song Yao... You look terrible." He handed me the breakfast bag in his hand. "I knew you didn't have breakfast."

"Is it?" I touched my face. Yes, I didn't have breakfast. Last night, I was lying in bed tossing and turning, I didn't fall asleep at all, physically and mentally tired, where do I have the heart to do food?

I reluctantly took it and said with a bitter smile, "thank you."

The breakfast box is filled with Yonghe soybean milk and a drawer of steaming steamed buns. I turned to enter the door and asked he Zhongyu to sit down.

"It's a bit of a mess in the house, you don't mind."

I'm a clean person. If it wasn't for the depression, I would have cleaned the upstairs and downstairs.

"It's OK. Have you... Contacted Lawson? "