Chapter 81

Yin ansa's eyes became deep and secluded when he spoke, and his eyes became sophisticated and transparent after being baptized by the years. His bright heart was already full of holes.

Everything she has gone through will come back step by step.

Inkstone seven sitting next to the two people, there is no one to listen, bright light, her face white delicate, eyebrows with pretty.

The voice of conversation is weakening, Ying Feifei and Yin ansa stop their eyes on Yan Shiqi.

See her holding a mobile phone smile implicit, eyebrows are dyed drunk gentle, should Feifei glare at her banter: "Miss Yan, in the middle of the night, you miss spring?"

Surprised by her funny voice, Yan Shiqi, who is sitting cross legged on the sofa, looks up and sees that they are both face cramped. He coughs awkwardly. Before he can explain, the phone rings

Because a minute ago, she forwarded a news about Milan Fashion Week in her circle of friends.

A few seconds later, Qin Baiyu praised.

When she saw the caller ID, she flashed her eyes and looked at Ying Feifei. They shook their cell phones, pointed to the kitchen, got up and walked away with slippers.

Vaguely, I could still hear her delicate response: "hello.".

Ying Feifei held her cheek and shook her shoulder. She sighed, "it's over. Seventeen is planted in the hands of general manager Qin this time."

Yin ansa nodded with approval, "that man is worth taking seriously!"

In the kitchen, inkstone Shiqi gently closed the door and stood beside the glass case. His fingernails unconsciously drew circles on the table. In the receiver was a man's calm and generous voice, "haven't you slept yet?"

Inkstone when seven'er'a, with a faint nasal tone, response: "in the chat."

"Have you caught a cold?" The man's voice is a little deep. He can hear her continuous voice keenly, which is different from the usual.

"No!" Inkstone seven subconsciously shook his head, "is to drink some wine. You didn't sleep so late? "

"Just finished."

The man's short answer also reflects how heavy the backlog of work is during his stay in Milan.

Yan Shiqi's breathing comes from the receiver. They are silent. In the dark night, no matter how much words are superfluous, even if it's just shallow breathing, it can bring endless emotion to each other.

"Then you... Rest early. Tomorrow morning I'll ask Zhuo han to meet us and help Sa Sa's mother bury in the earth. "

"Well, if you need anything, just tell Zhuo Han."

Hang up the phone, inkstone seven standing in the kitchen, slowly walked to the balcony, looking at the dark moon, lips is not restrained smile.

It's nice to have him.

Half an hour later, near three o'clock in the night.

Inkstone when seven slightly sleepy, but should Feifei and Yin Ansha still chat hot.

The mobile phone vibrated, and she squinted and opened wechat in surprise.

Who will send a message to her so late?

Yu: downstairs!

Inkstone when seven see these two words, first is a Leng, and then sleepy, instantly disappear.

She ran out with her slippers on, and Ying Feifei was so scared that she almost lost her wine glass.

"Seventeen, why are you going?"

Yin ansa also frowned, worried and suspicious.

Ying Feifei and Yin ansa's eyes were opposite, and they ran out three seconds later.

The induction lamp in the corridor lights up layer by layer. When you open the door of the unit, you gasp. On a cool moonlit night, the Lincoln car stops not far from the door. The driver is the security team leader she met in Milan.

In the half open window of the back seat, under the dim yellow street lights, is the beautiful face of a man with a halo of shadow.