Shen Qinghuan was not sleepy.

Lu Ziheng's good-looking eyebrows are close at hand. These days, he seems to be doing well in the police station, not as decadent as Shen Qinghuan imagined.

Shen Qinghuan tugs at the quilt, and the emperor at night brings some coolness.

Lu Ziheng seems to be deliberately pressing the quilt, which is to prevent Shen Qinghuan from covering everything.

Shen Qinghuan sat up straight and hit Lu Ziheng with his head: "don't let people sleep in the middle of the night. Are you sick?"

"It's my brother's fault."

Shen Qinghuan has experienced the thick skin of the Lu family.

The apartment didn't turn on the light. Late at night, Shen Qinghuan couldn't see Lu Ziheng's face clearly, but his voice was a little tired.

Shen Qinghuan is very angry. If there is a guy in her hand, she really wants to hit him.

"Let my brother hold xiaoqinghuan."

Shen Qinghuan said goodbye, pursed his lips and was silent. His beautiful apricot eyes looked at Lu Ziheng for a moment.

Lu Ziheng's hands and heart are very Yang.

He pulled Shen Qinghuan's slender arm into his arms. He thought Shen Qinghuan would be angry when he went to the police station that day. Now it seems that her reaction is too calm.

Lu Ziheng didn't know what kind of storm was waiting for him.

The apartment facilities of HKUST are all intelligent, so after Shen Qinghuan made a sound, the house suddenly turned bright.

Under the light, Lu Ziheng's beautiful peach blossom eyes are full of tenderness, but the love that needs to be measured makes Shen Qinghuan, who was determined to calm down, panic again.

Lu Ziheng did not expect that the structure of the apartment would be like this.

The little girl in his arms, wearing a lovely pink Nightgown, two slender straight legs showed a large white.

Lu Ziheng subconsciously rolled his throat. He made a little effort to hold Shen Qinghuan tighter.

But Shen Qinghuan suddenly said, "Lu Ziheng, shall we separate for a while?"

Lu Ziheng's hand was so stiff in the air. After a long time, he found his voice: "what did you say?"

"Let's break up." Shen Qinghuan calmed down and sighed.

"Are you kidding?"

People often say the seven-year itch. They haven't been together for less than seven years, and they haven't experienced the itch. They broke up many times.

Lu Ziheng from the beginning of this relationship is extremely self-confident, he is always worried about gain and loss, in this process, finally came to this step.

"Lu Ziheng. I'm not kidding you. " Shen Qinghuan sighed. She thought it would be better to say something clearly: "I'm just tired. I don't want to live in a relationship full of white lies."

Lu Ziheng didn't speak, but he didn't mean to leave at all.

He thought maybe this time, like South Africa, Shen Qinghuan was just angry, so he didn't like himself anywhere.

If after a while her anger was smooth and she thought clearly, she would not feel that he was a sin.

Lu Ziheng's handsome face was still smiling. He wrapped the quilt around the little girl and said, "don't worry. My brother won't do anything tonight. I won't lie to you. "

Shen Qinghuan struggled to escape from Lu Ziheng's arms. She was worried about whether her words would hurt Lu Ziheng too directly. However, when she heard Lu Ziheng's road to the highway, her heart and so-called guilt were all consumed.

Lu Ziheng lay flat on Shen Qinghuan's side. Seeing that the little girl was still staring at him with her pretty apricot eyes, he pretended to be calm and said, "don't you mean sleepy? Why don't you sleep? "