Chapter 184： She does not see him 2 (1/2)

He raised his head, drank the wine in one sip, walked back into the room, threw the phone directly on the bed, and took the clothes to take a shower.

The water splashed on the pig's head on his wrist. He paused and took a dry towel to dry it.

Ling Weifeng came to the Ling's hotel and used the card that represented the young master of the Ling's family to directly consume a presidential suite.

After the shower, the clothes are washed and thrown directly into the clothes dryer, and you can continue to wear them tomorrow.

She is the only person here and there is no need to disguise her identity, so she just came out wearing a bathrobe.

I took my cell phone and saw that there were three calls and five unread messages, all of which were sent by Prince Gu.

”Where are you, why don't you answer my call.”

”Xiao Feng, give me a call.”

”Where are you and when are you coming back.”

My heart was like a mountain, it was dull and uncomfortable, and the air seemed a lot dull.

The eyes are sour and sour. It turns out that it feels so uncomfortable to like to be alone. I knew it would be like this. I should pay attention to it and don't let myself be emotional.

She pouted, beat her chest twice, and separated for a while, maybe it faded slowly.

Feelings or something, maybe just impulse, people like her, who are heartless and accustomed to knowing what love is.

I probably forgot it in a few days.

Open the message and send a text message.

”The private room is a bit noisy. I didn't hear the ringtone. I'll talk about anything when I go back.”

As soon as the message was successfully sent, the phone rang.

She groaned, threw the phone aside, then rushed to the bed, and started to sleep as soon as the quilt was rolled up.

Winter is about to enter, and the night has already begun to turn cold. She turned on the heating, and the temperature was obviously very moderate. It was also at this level when she was in the apartment. Why is it so cold now.

Turning the temperature higher again, she held the quilt and stared at the mobile phone thrown aside in a daze.

Time passed by every minute, and it was ten o'clock, and the phone's ringtone kept ringing and chopping off, repeatedly a dozen times.

The information prompt has not known how many times.