Shen Qinghuan was not sleepy at all.

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

Shen Qinghuan pulled the quilt hard, and the emperor capital at night was more or less cool.

Lu Ziheng seems to be deliberately pressing the quilt, just not letting Shen Qinghuan cover it all.

Shen Qinghuan sat 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 how thick the Lu family is.

There was no light in the apartment. Late at night, Shen Qinghuan couldn't see Lu Ziheng's face clearly, but his voice was a little more tired.

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

"Let my brother hug xiaoqinghuan."

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

Without seeing each other for so many days, 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 intelligent, so after Shen Qinghuan makes a sound, the house suddenly lights up.

Under the light, Lu Ziheng's beautiful peach eyes wrote tenderness, but this love that needed to be measured made Shen Qinghuan, who had been determined to calm down, panic again.

Lu Ziheng didn't expect that the structure of the apartment would be like this.

The little girl in his arms was wearing a lovely pink nightdress, and her two slender and straight legs showed a large amount of white.

Lu Ziheng subconsciously rolled his throat. He worked a little on his hand and held Shen Qinghuan tighter.

But Shen Qinghuan suddenly said, "Lu Ziheng, let's separate for a while?"

Lu Ziheng's hand was so stiff in mid air. After a long time, he found his voice: "what are you talking about?"

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

"Are you kidding?"

People often say the seven-year itch. They haven't experienced itch for less than seven years. They broke up many times before and after.

Lu Ziheng was extremely unsure of this relationship from the beginning. He was always worried about gain and loss. In this process, he 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 and 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 she was in good spirits and thought clearly, she wouldn't think he was a sin.

Lu Ziheng's handsome face was still smiling, wrapped in a quilt and hugged the little girl in his arms: "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 that her words would hurt Lu Ziheng too directly, but hearing Lu Ziheng's road to the expressway really wiped out her heart and the so-called guilt.

Lying on Shen Qinghuan's side, Lu Ziheng saw the little girl staring at himself with beautiful apricot eyes. He pretended to be calm and said, "don't you say you're sleepy? Why don't you sleep? "