Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

She moved a little anxiously and ran into a lot of people who were dancing. She left a "sorry" hastily and did not wait for the other party to respond. As soon as she stooped, she found a gap and continued to drill forward.

Some people have good tempers and continue to jump if they don’t do the same thing. Some people will whisper and curse her for neuropathy. Others will open their voices and call her sick.

Although it was only a short distance, when Song Qingchun squeezed out of the crowd, she was tired and sweaty and panting. She dared not stop to rest at all, and even rushed to the exit without breathing. Run up the elevator.

Hurry and hurry, still a step behind, she just arrived in front of the elevator door, the elevator door just closed, down.

Song Qingchun was afraid of not catching up, and ran down the first floor directly along the stairs. As soon as she entered the lobby, she saw the black figure walking out of the revolving door at night.

She accelerated her pace and twisted her foot accidentally. When she hurt, she whispered, and then took off her high heels, carrying one in each hand and chased it out.

The night outside was dark, the rain had stopped, and the uneven ground was covered with puddles, reflecting the flashing neon lights.

Compared to the noise in the night scene, the outside is extremely quiet.

In the empty streets, except for occasional vehicles passing by, there are no half figures at all.

Still a step late... failed to catch up with him...

She slowly raised her hand and touched the golden button hanging on her chest... but okay, although she didn't see his face clearly, at least she confirmed her guess...

She stood at the door for a long time before putting her shoes back on the ground. After she put on her shoes, she turned back to the night show.

There was still a lot of noise and noise.

Song Qingchun sat back to the deck. The first thought was to take out his mobile phone and send a text message to the eleven digits.

"You are at MIX tonight, right?"

"You know I'm chasing you, so I walked away so quickly, right?"

"Why don't you want to see me?"

...

No reply.

Although expected, Song Qingchun still felt a little lost.

She held the phone silently for a long time, then picked up the undrinked wine on the table and continued to drink.

After pouring it, she drank it completely, and she could not feel the taste of alcohol at all. Just like drinking white water, she swallowed her stomach.

At the end of the drink, she didn't remember how many times she ran into the toilet. In short, the bottles on the table were empty.

Several kinds of wine are mixed in the body, which doubles the strength of the wine.

The blood vessels on her forehead slammed, and her body was hot and dazzled.

She couldn't lift any strength, and the whole person felt extremely sleepy. The only consciousness she had told her was that she was not at home and couldn't sleep. She leaned on the sofa and tried to control her eyelids not to sag, but in the end Without resisting the sleepiness caused by alcohol, he slowly closed his eyes.

In the dream, she had a very beautiful dream.

She dreamed that the tall black figure was back. He sat beside her and took off his suit jacket and put it on her.

She smiled at him, dreaming, and asked in a low voice: "Are you finally here to see me?"

He didn't speak, and she didn't speak again.

In the noisy and chaotic night scene, between him and her, there is an unspeakable silence and beauty.