C9

"No!" Blue LAN suddenly exports to stop, the following words, she really don't want to hear him say.

Ling Ji stands in place, lightly swept an eye, her red to ear root's face, returned a sentence, "good."

Finish saying, turn to want to walk to the study, see her to gaze at oneself all the time, turn round to ask a way: "still have a matter?"

"No..." She looked a little flustered. She waved her hand and pointed to the room behind him. "Are you going to sleep in the study?"

"Work." After glancing at her, his narrow, narrow eyes went around her and looked at the room behind her, quietly saying, "you go to bed first."

Blue LAN answers a voice to nod, in the vision that the man sweeps over, some of the nervous rub the corner of clothes.

"Sleep alone, afraid?"

"No, no..." She shook her head and waved her hand in a hurry, and then she turned and ran to the bedroom. She wondered, is it so late that this man should work overtime?

Is it because of his mother's medical expenses that he is in short supply?

Looking at the light pouring through the crack of the door, she felt guilty.

Outside the door, watching the little woman scurry to the bedroom, his dark eyes light more than a little helpless, and then quickly dim down.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who liked to tease him like this. Every time when he was in a state of mind, she immediately found out a serious reason to refuse him, which made him unable to go up and down and was extremely miserable.

It is such a woman that he loves and hates, but has the courage to confront the whole world. However, at that time, he failed to stand behind her in time, support her, accompany him, and finally made a big mistake.

A sigh, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, lonely back, more than the night outside the window.

In the middle of the night, Lan Lan was woken up by a rustle outside the door. During these years in prison, she had hardly a good sleep, and her sleep was shallower than ordinary people.

He opened his eyes and saw that the floor lamp in the living room was still on. Thinking that Ling Ji had forgotten to turn it off, he got up and pushed open the door. His eyes were on the man who was about to light a cigarette. He sat alone in the living room, not knowing what he was thinking.

He hasn't gone to bed so late?

"Is it disturbing you?" His voice was quiet and a little tired.

"No She also whispered, "I look at the light is still on..."

He nodded, went to the floor lamp and raised his hand to turn it off.

"No, just drive it."

Ling Ji turned to look at her, and her eyes seemed to be asking.

"I..." Lan Lan bit a lip, words to the mouth, just those inhuman experiences in prison, she did not want to mention.

When she looked up again, he had already gone back to the study. She thought that the action she had just done must have disturbed the owner of the room. She turned around and walked back to the bedroom. Just as she was about to drop the doorknob, she opened her mouth again when she heard the cold voice behind her.

"Here you are."

She suddenly turned around and saw that he was holding a small Ali lamp in his hand. Look up, look into his deep eyes as cold as a cold pool, there is a trace of amazement.

Waiting for her to speak again, she heard the other side continue to say, "afraid of the dark, open."

After that, she went to the bedroom behind her, put the small desk lamp on the bedside table, plugged in the power, turned it on, and closed the doors and windows of the bedroom, and then turned away.

"Go to bed. It's late."

Light voice orders, although it is a reminder, but more like a command.

Lan Lan wanted to ask why he didn't sleep, and then he moved his body into the quilt.

I turned my head and looked at the small desk lamp which was emitting dark yellow light. I took a deep breath. There was a faint smell of tobacco in the air. For a moment, there was a trace of peace of mind.

The next morning.

"Always President, you... " Assistant Shuk scratched his head at a loss, half a sentence stuck in his throat, and finally failed to ask.

He wanted to ask, President, do you know that people love wide places and dogs love narrow places?

But he didn't dare!

Ask, so many villas do not live, actually moved to this kind of one bedroom, one hall duplex apartment, which tendon is wrong? He was puzzled.

Ling Ji is wearing dark gray sportswear, facing the morning sun, the whole person is extremely cold.

"What's the matter?" He opened his mouth impatiently.

At this time of the day, he should be at home I'm afraid there is no such treatment.

"No, President, breakfast What to eat? " There is no doubt that the president has always been critical.

Ling Ji frowned, some puzzled, he did not know what she liked to eat

Thinking for a long time, he opened his mouth lightly, "no need to prepare."

Shuk twisted his eyebrows, puzzled all over his face. Without waiting for him to ask, the man next to him told him again.

"You go and get a car ready."

Shuck looked up in amazement. "President, isn't the car here? Still need preparation? "

Ling Ji glanced at him, "prepare a car, the price is not more than 100000."He said it thoughtfully and threw his car key into shuck's hand.

Shuk was more unclear, so he frowned, "president, this..."

His words did not finish, because Ling Ji's cold eyes told him that he was about to be killed by seconds.

Perhaps only Ling Ji knows why.

"Pick up the car and see me in an hour."

With a word left, he turned and walked into the building, leaving schuck alone in the wind.