Chapter 310

Just after bathing, her face is wet, her eyes seem to be wet, especially exciting. Hair tied up in the back of the head, with a big clip clip, exposed the outline of the whole face, skin white and smooth, looking full of elasticity.

Yang Yi's fragrance floated to his body. He was a little bit confused and looked at her.

"Well, I'm really all right now, you, go home." Yang Yi ordered him to leave.

Boom! Outside thunder, after the thunder, the heavy rain that has just ceased to rise again, Yang Yi and Chen Honeysuckle's eyes collide together.

"It seems that you are going to sleep in my room tonight. Do you mind? "

"No

Yang Yi takes him to the guest room and gives him a bath towel.

"Next, please help yourself, I can't socialize with you, I'm so tired --" Yang Yi turned and walked to the room. "If the rain stops, you can go home, I'll go to bed first."

Is that trust? Chen Nindong can't say what it's like in his heart. But it's a good step for her to enter the living space.

When he came out of the bath, the door of Yang Yi's room was closed and the light was out. Chen Nindong raised her wrist and looked at her watch. It was already ten o'clock. No wonder Yang Yi couldn't hold on. She looked so tired.

Yang Yi almost a bed she is familiar with, the deep sense of sleepiness submerged her. She fell into a deep sleep.

She fell into a deep dreamless sleep until midnight. When she woke up from thirst, she went to the kitchen to pour water. At night, she was used to working in the dark, and as she passed through the dining room, she bumped into a chair and made a loud bang, which was particularly harsh in the dark. Yang Yi quickly helped up the chair, quickly drank water, returned to the room, continue to sleep.

She fell asleep again. This time, she not only dreams, but also dreams of Wang Jiaze.

Dream of them, in this home, they play video together. Yang Yi can't beat him, so he plays tricks. Wang Jiaze says with a laugh, "even if you lose to me, it doesn't matter."

"No, I don't believe I can't win you!" She gritted her teeth, her eyes twinkled, "come again!"

I'll lose again. Yang Yi angrily threw the game controller aside: "no more playing."

"Play something else." Wang Jiaze jumped to his feet.

Yang Yi looked up at him: "what to play?"

Wang Jiaze stretched out his hand to pull her up from the ground, circled her waist, lowered his head, and put his nose against her nose. Warm breathing sprayed on the tip of her nose: "you."

"What?"

"Play with you."

"Dare you?"

"What dare you?" Wang Jiaze suddenly picked her up and went to the room.

Yang Yi was flushed with shame and beat him: "hooligan, villain, let me down..."

He let her down, but he also pressed on her. The soft bed was pressed down by them, and his warm lips covered her soft ones, and he tasted them greedily. She panted gently, and her body was easily ignited by him. She put her hand around his neck and pulled him down to make him fit closer to her.

The kiss on her lips was getting hotter and hotter. He took her face and gave her a deep kiss. The repressed desire broke out in two people's bodies. Yang Yi was eager for him. She called him eagerly: "Jiaze..."

Wang Jiaze suddenly woke up from his dream.

He seemed to hear Yang Yi calling him. Can open one's eyes, the black room, his body bank's position is empty, which has her?

He laughed at himself and got up to pour water.

"Get up in the middle of the night and drink warm water, not cold water." He put the warm water to his lips and thought of Yang Yi's exhortation.

When it's too cold in winter, they sometimes sleep until midnight and feel too dry, so they will get up and drink some water. It always takes time to wake up and go back to sleep. They hang out with each other for a while, and eventually develop into some kind of bedtime exercise. After that, they hug each other and sleep peacefully.

Wang Jiaze is still thinking about his dream.

The touch of her baby skin is still in his fingers, the warmth of her body still envelops him, the reality of dream.

Miss her so much.

It's enough time, isn't it?

Look at your watch. It's 4:30 in the morning. Outside the sky is no longer the dark of midnight, but through a glimmer of gray light. Wang Jiaze lay back in bed, no longer sleepy. He took his mobile phone and habitually entered wechat to have a look at Yang Yi's circle of friends.

She will send a circle of friends in a month or two to share some of her life, but she never takes self portraits. I haven't seen her for so long, don't you know? At that time, she always yelled that she hated her long hair. After breaking up with him, she should have her hair cut short again? Has she gained some weight? Before breaking up, she was too thin. He often hugged her, always dare not too hard, afraid to hurt her.

Two days ago in the circle of friends, you can see that she went on a trip, did not write where to go, but that rolling yellow sand boundless, the shadow on the ground reflected her petite figure.

Who did she travel with? Did you have a good time? Is the body OK?

In the nine months since his separation, he has not asked Ouyang he anything about Yang Yi, although Ouyang he has been secretly protecting Yang Yi's safety. He has left Zhengze group and is now a free man. Theoretically, he will not be in any danger. What's more, Yang Yi is only his "ex girlfriend". However, he is still worried, so he asked Ouyang he to continue to protect her. Even if he doesn't see her, he can know that she is well.After quitting wechat, he opened his microblog. He didn't have the habit of microblogging before. It was Yang Yi who installed a microblog in his mobile phone. When he met interesting sports and sports news that he was interested in, she would @ him and share it with him.

His life is full of her traces and memories.

He was wandering around on Weibo, and suddenly he saw the familiar triangle in the local popular microblog. The little purple hat, the size of a palm, has a white label on the edge of its pants. This is Yang Yi's triangle. Although the little doll was in his hands for less than 24 hours, he could recognize it at a glance.

He immediately got up, turned on his computer, logged in to the microblog, searched the blogger's information, and quickly got all her information.

He took his cell phone and dialed the strange number. The phone rang several times, no one answered. He played again, and this time someone finally took it. The girl's voice was full of sleepiness, and she cried out very unhappily, "who is it! Is there any morality in making people sleep in the middle of the night? "

Wang Jiaze is concise: "I am the owner of triangle. I want to go and get it back now. "

"What?" The girl was stunned.

Wang Jiaze frowned and repeated coldly.

The girl screamed, "are you the owner of that doll? How did you get my call? "