Chapter 897： Sorry, wrong number (1/2)

Chapter 897

The opposite cafe has two floors, and one-third of the area on the second floor is a private office or the like, facing Jiang Ke’s work post.

She occasionally glanced out of the window, and couldn't help but looked to the second floor.

His eyes glided automatically over the guest seats on the second floor, focusing on the floor-to-ceiling windows with curtains.

Occasionally, she would see a figure from behind.

The familiarity allowed her to confirm at a glance who he was.

Then, she and her colleague changed positions, and then she didn't subconsciously want to look out the window.

Another half month passed and everything was calm.

She has learned to automatically ignore the opposite cafe and work quietly.

On this day, after she finished filming the location, she returned to the studio alone in advance.

As soon as I got out of the car, I heard a familiar voice--

”Mr. Nan.”

Her back stiffened, her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and she hesitated for several seconds before moving forward.

All the way to the studio, without looking back.

Pretending to lower her head to work for a few minutes, she suddenly put down her pen, slowly raised her head, and looked across the road outside the glass door.

Thought it was empty, but saw a pair of quiet black eyes.

He stood there and attracted the attention of many girls in the past.

Jiang Ke looked away indifferently, and went up to the second floor.

Her heart is blazing hot before the weather is hot.

That night, when she was about to fall asleep, she was woken up by a phone call.

Seeing the remarks, she hesitated for a while. She wanted to hang up, but felt strange.

Hang up, doesn't it mean you still care?

She moved her finger, and she accidentally clicked to answer.

I had no choice but to speak, ”Hello?”

In the cold night, her voice was as cold as water.

The other party was silent for a long time.

”I'll hang up if it's okay.” She took the initiative to say again, her finger was about to touch the hang up button.

”Sorry, the number is wrong.”

The familiar voice is not so arrogant, but a bit hoarse and low.

Jiang Ke's heart was filled with dense feelings, and it was unclear what it was like.

After a few seconds of silence, she pulled her dry lips, ”Hmm.”

”Dududu...”

The numbness in the heart spreads along with the busy tone of the phone.

Suddenly, something kept dripping on the back of her hand.