When the first dawn of the morning falls, Tong en opens her eyes vaguely and embraces her side habitually. Unexpectedly, she doesn't feel anything. She wakes up a little and starts to look for his trace. Not far away, there is a continuous low voice. The tall outline of the man is hidden in the glass window covered by the curtain. Tong en seems to be attracted by the fuzzy shadow. She gets out of bed, puts on her slippers and comes to the window .
He didn't finish the call. He peeped through the curtain to see his locked brow. The smoke curled around his fingertips. He looked very impatient.
The voice is also very indifferent: "there is no way, what can I do after I come back."
Wan Jingting lowered his head, held her finger and rubbed it gently: "when I'm busy these months, I'll spend some time with you."
She closed her eyes to absorb his breath, she should believe him, but there is always a feeling of worrying about gain and loss in her heart. The tighter she grasps, the easier it is to slip away. She also knows that some things must be asked, and others must be trusted enough. However, the beautiful woman in the banquet always comes to mind. Is this call from that woman?
Tong en is quiet. It's not Han Cheng's voice on the other end of the phone, but he says it's business.
Wan Jingting replied to her without expression: "nothing. It's just business. Don't think about it."
Han Cheng almost never called so early. Since it's not the business of the company, what's more important than business?
Tong en also hoped that he didn't wake up. He stretched out his hand and hugged his waist tightly. His face was close to his strong chest and asked: "I heard you on the phone just now. Is there something urgent?"
Tong en clenched his hand. At the same time, he stepped forward close to her body. His arm naturally put her in his arms and caressed the back of her head with a big palm: "I don't think you're awake. Go back to sleep a little longer."
Along with his eyes, Tong en came down to his manicured fingers. He was hesitating. The man had turned passive into active. He first took her hand and pulled her up.
She was wearing a white nightgown, holding the colorful plum blossom in her hand. From his perspective, she looked like a child who didn't eat fireworks. Wan Jingting also looked into her eyes and motioned to her in silence.
Tong en picked up the plum and squatted on the ground, staring at him with clear eyes.
When Wan Jingting opened the French window and came in, he happened to see her squatting on the ground. The light of her eyes swept down and fell on her drooping eyes. What flashed in her eyes, "when did you wake up, why didn't you call me?"
Tong en looked away. He was stunned. He didn't know what to do next. When he turned around, his skirt tripped over the plum blossom stretching out of the vase and broke a small branch of plum blossom.
"Well." The man is not very willing to respond, the next second to hang up the phone, not even a polite words.
His voice seemed to improve each other's mood. Tong en could even hear laughter coming from the phone. Her voice became loud. She said, "it's a deal. I'll wait for you at 7:30."
Finally, he took a puff of his cigarette and said coldly, "only once."
The voice over there is so small that Tong en can't hear it clearly, but she can see Wang Yi's look more and more serious, and guess what the other party said that made him unhappy.
Accompany her too little time, he also knows that women are sensitive and delicate, the best gift is to accompany.
"Well?"
Tong en responded, looked up at him and said, "in fact, it doesn't matter. You can talk about it after you are busy."