After sending out the message, Qiao An threw the phone on the pillow, she lay on the bed, opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling above, she thought that Gu Zhiheng should be very unhappy when he saw the text message, right?
She thought that if a man she didn't like sent her a message like this, she would find that man annoying and block his phone number directly.
So, Gu Zhiheng will also block her?
Thinking of this, Joan's face turned pale, and the hand hanging on the white sheet didn't know when to grab the sheet tightly, the sheet was crumpled, and her fingertips were white.
Time passed very slowly, less than a minute, but Joan was in torment, like a squid on an iron plate.
She breathed deeply, inhaled again, and finally, she turned her head away and stared at her phone.
When Gu Zhiheng received Qiao An's message, he was still standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the curtains were not opened, and the lights were not turned on in the room, only the mobile phone screen in his hand was lit.
He is a person who likes darkness, likes it very much, and it is related to his state of mind, he has experienced life and death, and he is on the verge of life and death.
Gu Zhiheng clicked on the information, and when he saw the short dozens of words, his eyes that had always been indifferent and gloomy brought a hint of emotion.
Reaching out, his fingertips kept rubbing the phone screen, as if he was caressing Joan's face.
Until the phone screen went out and the whole room was in complete darkness, Gu Zhiheng laughed silently.
He didn't know how long he had been laughing, and when the smile on his face finally stopped, he took his phone and sent a message to Joan like a hairy boy.
The content of the message is simple, short to just six words.
Wife, I miss you too.
When the message was sent successfully, Gu Zhiheng hooked his lips and smiled, he wanted to hear Qiao An's soft voice, with a delicate glutinousness.
Gu Zhiheng almost couldn't wait to dial Qiao An's phone.
When the phone rang to receive the message, Joan took the phone over, her hands were trembling, and she clicked on the message to take a look.
Joan's eyes were a little sour, and then there was a monstrous joy in her heart.
"Shuling, Gu Zhiheng shouldn't hate me so much, right?"
As soon as she finished saying this to Shu Ling, before Shu Ling could answer, the mobile phone in her hand rang.
A very old song that she likes to listen to.
Shu Ling leaned over to look at it and pouted: "Oh, Gu Zhiheng's call, answer it quickly." ” "You have to take care of it."
Joan said with a smile and hurriedly clicked the answer button.
"Hey, Gu Zhiheng, aren't you sleeping yet?"
Gu Qiaoan said very quietly: "Did I make you sleep?"
” Gu Zhiheng chuckled at that end: "Well, I miss my wife." ” His tone became softer and softer, and his eyes softened: "Joan, tell me that message on the phone, I want to hear it." ” "Ah," Joan's mouth opened wide in surprise, and she became distracted: "I, I, I ......"
She couldn't speak for a few of me.
"What's the information?
I didn't message you.
Qiao An admired her urgency in her heart, and she hesitated for a long time to send that message, which really made her say to Gu Zhiheng, even on the phone, she couldn't say it.
On the one hand, he felt numb and embarrassed, and on the other hand, he was afraid that Gu Zhiheng would hate it.
"I want to hear it."
Gu Zhiheng played a childish scoundrel: "If you don't say it, then I will call you tonight until you are willing to say it." ”