Chapter 17 (1/2)

Beishuai mansion, Meiyuan.

Yan Shaokun sat on the bed with several empty wine bottles on his side.

Every mouthful of wine pricks his throat.

”Yao Yao, I go back to Meiyuan after I finish my business everyday. Why don't you come back...”

”My mother forced me to prepare for you, but I didn't even find your people. It's impossible to bury that bloody shoe as you?”

Yan Shaokun said to himself that no matter how many times he tossed and turned, the bed was always cold when he woke up in the middle of the night.

After a long time, the smell of Tang Yao in this room has faded. Only the furnishings and supplies inside can make Yan Shaokun see her shadow in a trance.

”Yao Yao, I feel sick in my stomach when I drink this liquor every day. I want to drink the hangover soup you cooked for me. I want you to pat my back and wash my face with water...”

”Didn't you say that as long as I keep calling you and thinking about you, no matter how far away you are from me, you will come to me immediately? You come back Even in my dream Don't leave me a trace... ”

There was a light footstep outside the door, and a beautiful and thin figure appeared at the door.

Yan Shaokun held the bottle and rubbed his eyes.

”Yao Yao?” When he saw the man in plain cheongsam, his heart jumped.

He got up from the bed in a panic, and his heart beat like a drum, which seemed to jump out of his chest.

Is his Yao Yao back?

”Dashai...” That delicate soft female voice, with a trace of choking, full of flattery and begging.

Yan Shaokun in front of a black, as if to be head-on to a stick, Dun in place for a long time did not return to God.

His Yao Yao never called himself that.

”What are you doing here?” Yan Shaokun's voice was angry with wine.

”Qingqing just wants to see you...” Su Qingqing shivered with a cry in his voice.

Yan Shaokun walked towards her with red eyes. His eyes fell from her carefully depicted facial features on the slightly old cheongsam, and he suddenly burst out.