Chapter 431

Song Qingfeng naturally knew what Lord said.

However, he was too afraid that once he let go, he would never catch her again.

Song Qingfeng's eyes darkened, and the hand holding the newspaper could not help clenching tightly. The thin paper made a crisp sound, as if announcing the anger of the master at the moment.

Lode slightly lowered his eyes, and Yu Guang carefully looked at Song Qingfeng's face. Seeing that he looked like this, he nodded slightly to him and tried to retreat.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard song Qingfeng, who had been silent for a long time, open his mouth. His voice was deep, like the sound of heavy metal collision in the dark night. "She won't know."

He spoke slowly, word by word, as if to Lord, but more like telling himself.

She won't know.

Song Qingfeng said, his eyes fixed on a ornament not far in front of him, eyes light and quiet.

The light from the window is gently projected into his thin and angular face, which is as clear as a fine sculpture, casting a shadow.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

Looking back at Song Qingfeng, Lord thought that he was very different from the past.

He frowned a little, and just wanted to say something, he stopped again. He thought that the master was different when he met Yu Xiaoxiao, wasn't he?

In this way, Lode was relieved and left quietly.

Time flies.

In the evening, the sky Occasionally drifted a little thin clouds, mixed with a piece of orange and crimson purple, which, like the general trend, dyed the whole sky into a brilliant color.

The beam of light light light through the light curtain, which was slightly moved by the breeze, gently brushed Yu's little cheek.

"Well..." Yu Xiaoxiao closed his eyes, held most of the quilt angle in his chest, and slowly turned over.

She sleeps uneasily. She rubs the whole quilt into a long strip, hugs a corner of her chest, and lifts her left leg to tightly encircle the quilt.

She rubbed against the soft quilt and sipped some dry lips.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes. Yu Xiaoding stared at the light falling from his eyes.

Yu Xiaoxiao unconsciously raised her hand and rubbed it, struggling to get up from the bed. Her whole back rested on the back of the bed.

With a little coolness, a breeze came, which made her shake instantly. "Hey... It's a little cold. "

Yu Xiaowu murmurs.

But it was also this cold that made her confused brain clear.

What time is it now?

Yu Xiaoxiao thought, hurriedly reached for the bedside alarm clock. The alarm clock was held tightly by her. When she got it, Yu Xiaoxiao raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, which made him see the hands on the clock.

1:30 p.m.

Half past one?

Yu xiaoleng Leng, she slowly looked up to the direction of the window, the light is dark, with the sunset afterglow. It's not like the light at 1:30 in the afternoon at all! Yu Xiaoxiao's heart was shocked. He quickly opened the quilt on his body and rushed to the windowsill without even stepping on his slippers.

With a "Shua", the curtain was suddenly opened by her.

Purple sky light appeared in front of her eyes, large areas of erosion of her eyes.

Something's wrong!

Yu Xiaodun, hurriedly took the alarm clock on his hand, put on his slippers, and ran directly to the first floor.

The sound of stepping on the wooden stairs soon disturbed song Qingfeng, who was looking at the magazine.

He turned his head, nodded slightly, and looked in the direction of the voice, but for a moment, a light pink skirt appeared.

Then, Yu Xiaoxiao, with a worried face.

Yu Xiao naturally saw song Qingfeng sitting in the hall at a glance. She was a little stunned, and lowered her eyes to look at the alarm clock in her hand. White and slender fingers gently clasped on the clock face, caressing it carefully, showing some hesitation.

But it was only a moment. Yu Xiaoxiao walked quickly to song Qingfeng's face, nodded to him, and said, "Mr. Song."

Although she calmed down her impatience, she could still make him hear some mood swings in her tone.

Song Qingfeng blinked. In a long voice, he said, "little, wake up?" His tone was gentle, as if he didn't care when Yu Xiaoxiao woke up.

Hearing the indifference in Song Qingfeng's tone, Yu xiaocu frowned, and she asked, "what time is it, Miss Song?"

Song Qingfeng naturally guessed that Yu Xiaoxiao would ask him this. He raised his hand, collected his eyes and looked at the time on his watch, and replied, "a quarter past five."

A quarter past five?

Rao is Yu Xiaoxiao's heart is ready for the 1:30 p.m. time, but he is still surprised by his time report.

It's a quarter past five?

Then she Has she completely missed the time agreed with Tiantong entertainment?

The answer is yes, but Yu Xiaoxiao is not willing to accept it.

Yu xiaomou light dark, she is biting the lip petal, the vision is fixed to look at the wrong time in the hands of the alarm clock. "Why is the time on my alarm clock half past one?" she asked

She looked at the song Qingfeng and had the meaning of asking song Qingfeng.

Her alarm clock, before that, was the right one.

Why is today the wrong time?

That's a coincidence, isn't it?

Song Qingfeng slowly looked at her and turned to Yu Xiaoxiao's alarm clock. He put down his magazine, got up slowly, and walked to her step by step.

He reached for it. His long fingers gently pulled down the panel at the bottom of the alarm clock. He took apart two batteries and hit them again.

The second hand of the alarm clock ticked two steps and then stopped.

"There should be no electricity." Song Qingfeng looks up at Yu Xiaoxiao. "Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you?"

He stared at Shangyu, his eyes slightly red. Clear eyes at the moment like a frightened rabbit, let his heart be seized by something, suddenly empty.

"Small?" Song Qingfeng holds Yu Xiaoxiao's arm in both hands, but next second, she takes a half step back and pulls away.

Yu Xiaoxiao doesn't overdo it. He raises his hand and wipes the tears from his eyes. "Miss Song! Then why don't you come up and wake me up? You know I have a very important cooperation to talk about this afternoon! "

Yu Xiaoxiao was a little excited, with a cry in his voice.

She has been dormant for two years. Every day, she just creates in bed.

The content of this book is that she can only remember a little bit about that man. She knows that there are too many people with similar experience, but But if it can be adapted into film and television and seen by more people, will he find her and come to see her?

Yu Xiaoxiao has been holding such a mood, has been working hard!