Originally, the sky was clear, with dense dark clouds and dark clouds piled on the top of the head.
But four or five o'clock, it's like evening.
He was in the same mood as the ghost weather, and could not say why.
Before entering the elevator, he thought in his heart, would she still sit at the door and wait for him pitifully?
When I saw the empty door, I didn't know for a while whether I was more grateful or lost.
Open the door, change shoes, close the door.
It's no different from normal.
The room is decorated as he likes. The first floor is divided into three parts: indoor swimming pool, gym, kitchen and living room.
He likes to treat himself to a delicious meal in his spare time.
Zhou Yize never grudgingly enjoys life. For him, it's lucky or unlucky to see that kind of thing from urination.
However, let him from it, recognize a thing.
That is, life is precious. No one knows which comes first, accident or tomorrow.
The second floor is his bedroom, piano room and study.
Black and white gray as the main tone, dark brown solid wood floor, barefoot on it, very comfortable.
He simply lost his slippers, barefoot, aimless in the huge up and down two floors of the apartment around, he felt nervous.
Must have been confused by the ghost girl.
Zhou Yize decided to cook. In this bad weather, he made a delicious meal and comforted himself. And secretly told themselves that the beautiful meal, and then sleep, tomorrow, is a new day.
Unfortunately -
the good skill of being like a fish in water at ordinary times can't make him return to normal. The food is burnt, a fish for braised in brown sauce, because he is dazed and sticky.
When he came back to his senses, there was black smoke in the pot, which gave off the smell of paste. Obviously, precious ingredients had been wasted.
He turned off his anger, left the mess in the kitchen and stepped upstairs.
I don't want to take a bath, so I sleep with my head covered.
In a trance, it was midnight.
The lightning flashed and thundered outside. He forgot to draw the curtain. The white lightning made the room white.
"I'm afraid of thunder. Can you take me in?"
Suddenly, this sentence, so unprepared, strong horizontal, squeeze into his brain, and then firmly rooted germination.
Ten minutes later, Zhou Yize, with a black face and three words in his mouth, strode to the door.
"I owe you so much!"
He thought, just look, what if the ghost girl was really scared away by his indifference and refusal?
She closed her lips and opened the door, facing up with a pair of big eyes looking forward to her. Her eyes were full of panic.
"You --"
Zhou Yize is mute. He wants to ask, isn't she gone? Why is she back?
But looking at her pitiful little appearance, I couldn't bear it any more.
Come on, just be a father.
"Come in, it's a real hassle."
Zhou Yize did not press the eyebrow. He didn't wear glasses. He didn't see things clearly.
However, it can also be seen that in the eyes of the young girl, the joy of climbing up to the bottom of her eyes quickly, she almost jumped up from the ground and onto him.
"Really? thank you! I knew you were the best! "
Zhou Yize stepped back two steps, "first, no more moves, no more close to me without permission, otherwise --"
"all listen to you!"
Su Kui stood right away, with her hands behind her, standing in the standard posture of primary school students. She was not good.