Yan Xiaomo felt that Linglong's eyes were looking towards her, but their eyes were not on her, but on Zhao Ziheng.
The two knew each other.
Yan Xiaomo suppressed the doubts in his heart and looked at the two of them cautiously.
I saw exquisite and beautiful eyes with a meaningful smile.
However, Zhao Ziheng did not raise his eyes to look at Linglong at all, and continued to drink tea calmly, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, and he kept himself out of it.
"It's interesting."
Linglong turned around and left after leaving these words.
Those words were meant for Zhao Ziheng.
Yan Xiaomo pushed Zhao Ziheng's arm with her little hand, and asked with a puzzled look on her face, "Do you know that Linglong?"
Zhao Ziheng lowered his eyes, sneered, and said with a hint of coldness: "I don't know him."
He didn't lie.
He had never met or been in contact with Linglong, he had only heard of her name.
Yan Xiaomo didn't believe what Zhao Ziheng said.
If she didn't know him, how could Linglong turn around and look at him meaningfully?
There were so many people in the restaurant, but she looked at Zhao Ziheng without looking at anyone.
Isn't this strange?
Linglong fell in love with Zhao Ziheng's appearance After all, Zhao Ziheng is handsome and talented, and there is no one who can compare with Zhao Ziheng in the restaurant.
Yan Xiaomo didn't ask any more questions.
If Zhao Ziheng didn't want to say anything, just leave it alone.
At night, Yan Xiaomo lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Maybe it was because the weather was a bit hot and she had no sleep at all.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?"
Yan Xiaomo looked towards the door warily.
"It's me."
Zhao Ziheng's deep voice sounded outside.
Yan Xiaomo breathed a sigh of relief, opened the quilt and walked towards the door.
Opening the door, Zhao Ziheng suddenly got in and held her tightly in his arms.
Zhao Ziheng, who smelled strongly of alcohol, held her Hug her tightly.
"Zhao Ziheng, you, what's wrong with you?"
Yan Xiaomo stuttered.
If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Ziheng didn't do anything, she would really push the man in her arms away.
"Xiao Mo, just let me hold you for a while, just hold me for a while."
Zhao Ziheng's tone was trembling, and his voice was full of pleading.
After all, Yan Xiaomo did not push the man in her arms away and allowed Zhao Ziheng to hold her tightly.
"Why do you drink so much wine?"
Yan Xiaomo asked.
However, Yan Xiaomo didn't get Zhao Ziheng's answer.
When she looked up, she found that the man holding her had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
Yan Xiaomo's mouth twitched slightly, she didn't expect this man to be able to fall asleep even while standing.
Sighing, he carefully supported Zhao Ziheng towards the bed and let Zhao Ziheng lie on the bed.
She wanted to get Zhao Ziheng some water, but this man held her arm tightly and refused to let her leave.
"No, don't leave, I have nothing left."
Zhao Ziheng whispered in his sleep, and the force in his hands made Yan Xiaomo's hands turn red.
Yan Xiaomo's free hand touched Zhao Ziheng's forehead, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, "You are so stubborn, you must hang yourself from a tree."
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"You just want me to never forget you, right?"
Yan Xiaomo said angrily, wanting to twist her hands on Zhao Ziheng's face.
But she couldn't do anything, and she didn't dare to do anything wrong in Zhao Ziheng's face.
It would be terrible if he woke up. oshow7: