151 Your things are left at my house

In the quiet room, only the heavy breathing of the two people could be heard. Obviously, he could not contain the desire to break through immediately, but it stopped abruptly. It was rare for him to be so comfortable.

"Mr. Song, why do you need this?" Zhou Yushu first said, "We are just ordinary adult men and women. Maybe tonight, we will be strangers who have no contact again."

Song Chun held her in his arms and gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head. His body was hot, his desire was lively, and his voice was hoarse, "Don't move, sleep!" He whispered.

Zhou Yishu no longer struggled, as if she felt that she had returned to four years ago. At that time, they also liked to hug and sleep like this every night. Every morning when they opened their eyes, they could see the strong love in each other's eyes.

Her sleeping face is the same as before, calm, calm and carefree. Now she can only relax like this when she is asleep. As long as these eyes are opened, she will immediately return to the appearance of a strong woman.

If, as she said, they can never go back to the past, then is it okay to let the almost strange woman in front of them fall in love with themselves again? How small this possibility should be, but after all, she came back with memories that could not be completely forgotten by her, and slept quietly in her arms.

The previous encounter and heartbeat are so beautiful that it is even more helpless and sad at the time of separation in the future. Song Chun has been addicted to painful dreams for four years. Finally, in this morning, he gradually woke up from his dream.

Why didn't the alarm clock go off?

Zhou Yishu felt strange as soon as she opened her eyes. Shouldn't she have overslept?

As soon as they got together, they were hugged back vigorously and bumped into a solid chest.

"Where are you going!" Song Chun asked in a low voice, nervous and panicked.

Zhou Yushu looked around and remembered what had happened before, so she relaxed and said, "I'm not going anywhere."

She turned around and looked up at Song Chun. At this moment, his eyes were full of gentle smiles, "Good morning."

Zhou Yushu also smiled, "It's good. You woke up before me."

Song Chun's heart moved, and he couldn't help kissing her forehead. Then he was reluctant to leave. He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her earlobe, and then whispered in her ear, "This morning is four years late. Do you know, I'm really afraid that you will leave without saying a word and leave my world like this. Disappear. How can I wake up later than you?"

Zhou Yushu pushed his chest away and distanced him a little. "You misunderstood. I'm just jealous of people who sleep better than me."

Song Chun's arms relaxed, watched her push herself away, got up and went into the bathroom, simply washed, changed clothes, and made up with the cosmetics he carried with him.

Sending to the door, Song Chun hugged her unwillingly, "Yi Shu, do you need me to take you home?"

Zhou Yushu turned around and hugged him gently. "It's still early. You can go to sleep for a while, but I don't know your schedule. If you are still not feeling well today, take an extra day off, if possible.

After saying that, he let go of his hand, didn't wait for Song Chun to stay again, and opened the door and left.

Song Chun looked down from the balcony. Zhou Yishu walked to the door of the community and got into a taxi.

Song Chun turned around and went into the bathroom to wash his face. He accidentally caught a glimpse of mascara on the sink. He held the thin black tube in his hand, casually found a coat and put it on and chased it out.

Before the door was opened, the mobile phone rang.

Song Chun looked at the caller ID and answered the phone.

"Hey, Qingyi."

"Soong Chun, I called you yesterday. You turned off your phone. Later, I called Special Assistant Ouyang to know that you were sick. How's it? Is it better now?" Xiao Qingyi's sweet voice came from the receiver.

"Well, it's nothing. I'm just a little tired. I slept well. It's all right now." Song Chun said lightly.

"Have you been very busy recently? You haven't contacted me for a long time. Do you have time tonight? I have two tickets for the movie premiere. Would you like to join us?"

Song Chun seemed to suddenly think of something, "Okay, I'll pick you up after work at night. I happen to have something to ask you."

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After that day, Zhou Yushu began an ordinary and busy life again, as if nothing had happened that night.

She tried her best to keep herself busy and stop thinking about anything related to Song Chun.

But one afternoon, I received a phone call from Song Chun.

"Hey, what can I do for Mr. Song? Can't you eat and watch movies again?" This time, Zhou Yushu took the lead.

"If you have time, that's the best. It doesn't matter if you don't have time. I just want to tell you that you left something at my house that day." Song Chun said slowly.

What? Why did she drop something in Song Chun's house?

That day, she obviously took away all her things. Even the T-shirt that Song Chun wore as a pajama for her, she took it out and threw it into the trash can. After four or five days, she didn't find that she was missing anything.

Ah, it shouldn't be...

He took advantage of himself to fall asleep and then took a picture to threaten himself.

No, it's impossible, Zhou Yishu. Look at the dog blood Xiaoyan. How can this happen? Song Chun is not Guan Xi's brother. He should not have this hobby.

"Hey, Yu Shu, are you still listening?" Seeing that there was no response on the phone for a long time, Song Chun couldn't help asking.

"Oh, I'm here." Only then did Zhou Yushu come to her senses.

Forget it, it's a blessing, not a curse, it's a misfortune that can't be avoided.

Zhou Yishu gritted her teeth, was cruel, and simply said, "Time, place."

Meet when you meet, who is afraid of whom?

"You don't work overtime tonight. I'll pick you up after work." Someone smiled proudly.

"Good."

It was finally time to get off work. Zhou Yishu saw Song Chun's black sports car in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the office. She had already been waiting downstairs of the company. In order not to let the company see it at the same time, she sat in the office for another 20 minutes before going downstairs.

Zhou Yishu opened the door and sat in the co-pilot's seat and said bluntly, "Mr. Song, I don't know what important thing I left in your house. I have to ask you to send it to me in your busy schedule."

Song Chun did not answer. He took out the small black mascara from his pocket and put it in the palm of Zhou Yishu's hand. You left it that day."

"Thank you." Zhou Yishu put the mascara in her bag. "Mr. Song is really not worth a special trip for such a little thing."

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a good photo. It seemed that she really watched too much.

"What does Miss Zhou think? If there is such an opportunity next time, should I ask my assistant to deliver it to you, or express it directly to your company?

Zhou Yushu was in a trance for a moment. What's the situation? Shouldn't he question his motives today and all the time? It seems that he has something more worthy of anger. Now it's just a cold prelude, but what's his position?

"I'm sorry, I didn't think about it. Thank you." Zhou Yushu had no intention to pester and thanked her.

"Where do you want to eat in the evening?" Song Chun suddenly changed his words.

This man hasn't seen him for several years. Why has he become so happy?

Zhou Yushu shook her head gently, "I'm sorry, I have an appointment tonight."

"Oh, is that Mr. Han Jiaming?" Song Chun asked with great interest.

"Why does Mr. Song have to ask knowingly?"

"However, your Mr. Han doesn't seem to have much contact with you recently. As a boyfriend, he actually indulges his girlfriend to be with other men every day. I really admire his heart."