Chapter 502

Song Xuan frowned: "I'll go back by myself."

Yang Haitao stretched out his hand and held her: "it's too late. There's no car."

Song Xuan glanced at him: "so?"

"So you can sleep here, in the rest room."

Song Xuan glanced at him: "no, I'll walk back."

Yang Haitao quickly strained her: "you sleep here, are you worried about me? I'll sleep downstairs. I won't do anything to you. "

Song Xuan looks around. There are only a few chairs in the downstairs hall, not even a sofa. How can he sleep?

Yang Haitao looked at her nervously: "you go up quickly, there is hot water in the small kitchen, you wash and then sleep."

Song Xuan looks at her watch again. It's more than nine o'clock. There is no car left. It's unrealistic to walk back. There's no other choice but to stay here and sleep.

She climbed up the stairs slowly. When she got to the second floor, she looked back. Yang Haitao took some large pieces of cardboard from the storage room and spread them on the ground.

Song Xuan leaned against the railing and asked, "do you sleep on cardboard at night?"

Yang Haitao looked up at her with a smile on her face: "yes, just sleep on cardboard."

Song Xuan was moved. Without saying anything, she turned around and went into the lounge. She took the bed and quilt from the cupboard, went downstairs and handed it to Yang Haitao: "here you are."

Yang Haitao was so flattered that he quickly reached out to take it: "you Are you afraid I'll freeze? "

Song Xuan snorted, "I'm afraid you will delay the operation of the company."

After all, the company is very busy recently. He is the boss. Of course, he can't do without him.

Yang Haitao nodded with a smile: "good, good, what you say is what."

Song Xuan quickly turns around and goes upstairs. She can't stand his eyes.

Yang Haitao spread the quilt on the cardboard, then turned off the lights in the hall and went into the quilt. He couldn't help laughing.

What does song Xuan want to stay for?

On behalf of her not afraid of him, on behalf of her not on guard against him, on behalf of her heart may have more or less his existence.

How can he not be happy?

He's just about to wake up laughing in a dream.

When song Xuan comes out of the toilet after washing, he can see the dark downstairs. He can also vaguely hear his occasional laughter.

So he shook his head. What a fool.

Turning around, she went into the lounge, closed the door, bolted the bolt, went to the bedside, looked at the bolt, thought for a while, and then went over and pulled the bolt.

Then turn off the lights and go to bed.

Song Xuan is someone who knows the bed. She can't sleep after changing the environment and changing the bed.

she grabbed the quilt and approached her nose, sniffing it. Yang Haitao used to spray perfume, and it was all pungent and smelly. At that time, the quilt was covered with light soap, refreshing and pleasant.

Song Xuan's heart palpitation is stronger. She likes the taste, so she hugs the quilt unconsciously.

But how can't sleep, until two o'clock, she still stares at one eye.

Oh, she sighed. Then she got up, opened the door lightly, went to the railing, put her hands on the railing and looked at the people in the dark.

Yang Haitao had a good sleep at the bottom of the room and talked about his dreams

"Song Xuan..."

Song Xuan was surprised, but he continued: "don't Don't be angry. I will, I really will... "

Song Xuan can't laugh or cry

Yang Haitao then read a vague paragraph of English. Song Xuan shook her head. In the dark, a smile bloomed: "what a fool."