Chapter 8 (1/2)

In the early morning, a wisp of warm sun poured out from the thin clouds, and the dim halo hit the thin quilt, which was quiet and serene.

Inkstone when seven volume curled eyelashes trembled a few times, white hand back stick in the top of the head, gently patted.

Headache.

The room is quiet can only hear her breathing sound, half rate open eyes, the eyes of misty have a moment of Zheng Mao.

In front of her is a gray background wall, with European Wind corridor lights hanging on both sides, simple and atmospheric solid wood furniture, and her gray silk quilt, which is totally strange.

Yan Shiqi suddenly sat up, the quilt fell off, and her shoulder was slightly cool. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a white suspender Chiffon pajamas. She didn't feel sick, but... Who helped her change her clothes?

Looking to the left, the clothes she wore yesterday were neatly placed on the bedside table, obviously washed.

Inkstone when seven opened the quilt out of bed, step on the soft Persian carpet, some at a loss.

Where is this?

She remembers that she went to a music bar last night, and later drank a little too much, as if someone appeared.

Inkstone when seven fidgety knock on his head, drink pieces, but OK!

Around the bed, picked up his clothes, just about to take off his pajamas, the door was knocked twice and opened.

Inkstone when seven subconscious clothes in front of his body, turned a look, eyes puzzled, ”excuse me, here is...”

The middle-aged woman at the door was wearing an apron. When she saw Yan Shiqi, she was obviously surprised for a moment. Then she said with a simple smile, ”Miss, you wake up. Go downstairs to have breakfast. Your husband is still waiting for you!”

sir?

Finish saying, the other side turns to leave in a hurry, inkstone when seven opened mouth, pressure heart bottom of doubt, put on clothes downstairs.

Inkstone when seven down the steps, eyes full of doubt, until see the man sitting at the table, just surprised blurted out, ”Qin Baiyu?”