Chapter 89

Luo Anning took a bath, stood in front of the French window and looked down at the neon under her feet. She slept on the plane for too long, so that she didn't feel sleepy at all now.

After ordering room service for dinner, she ordered a meal and sent it to her room. After a few hasty bites, she lost her appetite.

Put down the knife and fork, she paced in the room. She was inexplicably upset. She was not in the mood to do anything, but the more she didn't do anything, the more upset she was.

In such a vicious circle, she sat in front of the French window, bent her legs, put her arms around her knees, looked at the neon night scene of London under her feet, and let her thoughts empty.

Rong Shao opened it and came in. He saw her sitting on the ground. Her back was a little lonely. There was an unspeakable difference from her in the past.

I'm used to her angry, confident and elegant appearance. Suddenly, I see such an unprepared and lonely appearance. Rongshao's psychology is not good.

Does she really hate going on business with him?

Rong Shao leaned on the door quilt with her tie taken off in her hand. Feng Mou looked at her thoughtfully. Luo Anning didn't realize that he had become a scenery in the eyes of others.

She looked at the horizon, and he stared at her lonely back

One minute, three minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes

Rong Shao threw down his tie, strode to the French window, rudely pulled her up, and shouted: "luoanning, are you finished? Is it so uncomfortable to be with me? OK, I won't force you. Go away and don't let me see you again!"

I think he lived 27 years. When was he so despised by women?

Let's put it this way. Who the hell is a woman except her How dare you dislike him?

For a moment, Rong Shao's proud heart was hit. He became angry with shame. He dragged Luo Anning out of the door.

He opened the door and threw her out mercilessly: "go away, I don't want to see you!"

"Bang -" with a loud noise, the gorgeous door of the presidential suite closed in front of her.

Luo Anning seemed to have just returned to his mind. He looked at the closed door and looked down at his pajamas. His eyes closed deeply and opened again. There were no emotions and waves in his eyes.

She rang the doorbell and wanted rongshao to open the door, but rongshao seemed to have an iron heart. No matter how she pressed it, there was no movement in the gorgeous door.

Luo Anning sighed. She didn't even know where she had provoked him and ended up being driven out.

Just don't let it in.

She went downstairs to the lobby and asked the assistant manager to get her a suit of clothes. After changing her clothes, she paced out of the hotel.

Although it was summer, the wind at night was still cool. She hugged herself with her arms and walked aimlessly.

Unconsciously, she came to the Thames, stood by the river, looked at the colorful neon reflected on the calm river, but her heart became more and more quiet.

All the noise is still at this moment.

There are not many pedestrians on the riverside. There are several romantic couples walking hand in hand, and tramps rummaging around the trash can for food. When they find no harvest, they will curse: "Shi. T!"

All this is familiar and strange.

The past that once tried hard to forget has been watered down unknowingly.

This is the magic of time.