But as if she was more energetic, the mobile phone rang constantly, she hung up, and he called again and again, and yunshishi was completely angry, connected the phone, and angrily said, "what do you want?"

"Come out!" Even after being hung up for more than 20 calls, the tone of the man was full of sullen.

Hearing this, Yun Shishi was confused and said, "what are you crazy about in the middle of the night?"

"I'm outside your house."

Yunshishi's face was startled. When he came to the window, he saw an Aston Martin parked quietly outside the door. Muyazhe held up his mobile phone and leaned against the front of the car with a cigarette in his lips.

The bright Mars is particularly striking in the night.

From afar, the man looked down, his whole body was full of inexplicable loneliness.

I don't know why, today's men have lost their old high spirits. At the moment, they seem to be inexplicably depressed, which stabs her in the heart.

Yunshishi hung up the phone and went back to bed. This time, the mobile phone didn't ring again, which made her confused.

Did he go?

Yunshishi got out of bed again, went to the window, opened a corner of the curtain, looked out of the window, but saw that the man still maintained the same posture, but the smoke had burned to the end, he put out the cigarette, and lit another one.

Tonight, he seems to be a little confused, cigarettes one after another, almost never broken.

After taking a deep breath of cigarettes, muyazhe looked up to her.

Cloud poetry surprised to put down the curtain, the heart slightly disordered.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally put on a coat and walked out of the door.

It's late at night, and the wind blows a chill.

She stood at the door, a little cramped, and gently folded her skirts. She looked at the man leaning on the front of the car. They were silent for a long time.

It seems that after a century, Yun's poems are still open.

"Why are you here?"

Muyazhe stared at her face. His eyes were as deep as Hong Yuan's, but he still didn't open his mouth.

"Don't talk, I'm back!" Yunshishi angrily came a sentence, turned around and was about to push the door into the room.

"Stop!" The man's voice sounded behind him.

Cloud poetry steps stop, but did not turn around.

Muyazhe straightened up, put out the cigarette, and began again hoarsely, "come here, give me a hug!"

Cloud poetry back stiff some, Zheng Zheng ground to turn around, but did not start to walk to him.

What does that mean?

Inexplicably appeared in her door, a vulnerable look, sad is to want her a hug?

"You..."

"Come here and give me a hug." Muyazhe spoke again, but there was a little compromise in his tone. "Five minutes will do!"

Cloud poetry hesitated for a long time, and finally went to the past.

Just before he came to him, mu Yazhe reached out for her, pulled her into his arms and hugged her fiercely.

His arms kept tightening, and some of them were as fierce as if they wanted to melt her into their blood, almost suffocating her!

Yun Shishi felt a little uncomfortable and struggled for a while.

The voice of the man's forbearance sounded over her head. "Don't move!"

"Muyazhe..."

Cloud poetry raised his head, but saw his handsome face suddenly bully near.