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"I put the mustard it?" Xia Xingchen question and answer, "That may be my eyes is not very good, wrong."
"Green and white are hard to tell, eyes are not so good. This time back, I'll take you on ophthalmology and see. It is not, a good move surgeries, give you a good vision correction!"
"......"
White Night engine put down the chopsticks, got up and left. Naturally eat.
Xia Xingchen is to tease him, I will naturally not really want to starve him. Quickly pin down his hand, his own dish that pushed him.
White Night engine glance at her.
"This I promise there is cheese."
Then he again picked up the chopsticks, "What do you eat?"
"...... I also prepare the kitchen with one."
"......" So, this little woman, made clear he wanted the whole!
........................
Mr. White was angry, so, how did the whole night ignores her.
at night.
Ludo and his son, down to the storm was not, it gave things a close, patted the white calf, "sleep."
Summer white yawned, lit a small head.
Holding her white summer upstairs. Go halfway, looked back at someone eye, I saw him still sitting on the sofa downstairs, turned over the book, stays sipped red wine. I did not mean to sleep.
"Great treasure, you are still angry white gas it?" Summer asked to light a cry, her thoughts pull back.
She did not answer, just yawned. However, it now appears as though ...... not only his own life air, but he was also angry with myself ah ~
White summer playing for a day, very sleepy. Lying in bed, he was asleep. Xia Xingchen think of hall man, I did not know he was not asleep.
Middle of the night, she slept thirsty, give yourself pouring out of the room. Vacantly haggard, was about to go into the kitchen. However, at the half, the figure on the couch is her stunned.
He went so far as to sleep on the couch!
The side of the small round table, there is no drank half a bottle of red wine. TV also broadcast a local program she did not understand, did not always relevant.
This is also how people ...... and a child, fell asleep on the couch?
Although daytime temperatures are high here, but sooner or later, large temperature difference between him cover nothing, so sleep on, it is certainly to be cold.
Xia Xingchen put the cup down, crouch down, patted his face.
"Night engine."
"Night engine?"
Call twice, he had no eyes. Just put her hand fastened.
His palm warm. She pulled her hand in her hand, rubbed his thumb on her hand.
Little action is natural, let her feel very warm.
He looked quiet sleeping face, lips slightly bent a corner, "up. You do not sleep upstairs bed, why sleep sofa ah."
Maybe this night, too quiet, her voice sounds as soft as cotton.
He did not know were listening or not listening. Brow wrinkled, half opened his eyes, the room seems to be because the lights are too bright, he was raising his hand to block the light barrier, while to wake up.
He frowned and sat up. Right index finger and thumb pinched, squeezed in between the eyebrows.
"headache?"
Xia Xingchen squat body,Worried to see him. His other hand, still holding her hand, not loose.
In the evening, two people during the day downtown awkward, but rather she does not remember. Inter looked at his demeanor, are worried tone was very gentle.
White Night engines look at her, his eyes dark a bit.
"You do not have long to sleep it?" Because half awake, the man's voice are still dumb. Very, very sexy.
"I'm thirsty, drink up the water."
Xia Xingchen pointed his finger at his glass.
White Night engine nodded slightly, easing a bit sleepy, take up the cup, then he got up and walked into the kitchen where. For a while, he poured the water out, and neither cold nor hot, just warm.
"Drink." She handed the water in front of her.
Xia Xingchen took a sip of the warm liquid, make her feel a little warm. Looked up at him, "is not sleeper sofa sleep a headache?"
"Ok."
"Then you go upstairs to sleep now."
White Night engine did not return her, just glanced at the cup in her hand, and glanced at the watch, "and quickly finished, the hour is late."
She nodded, drank two over the water to drink. Just put down the cup, the next moment, a light stature. Man strong arms, she has a hold into the sky.
Against his chest, a man who can smell the aroma of wine alcohol, mixed with the unique mint him generally chilly atmosphere, so around her, make her feel at ease.
She did not struggle, instinctively raising his hand, trapping his neck.
Two people, before entering the room, lie down on the bed, ringtones Suddenly sounded.
In the quiet of the night, it is particularly abrupt. Is his cell phone.
White Night engines frown, the long arm of the cross in the past, will be set aside to pick up the bedside phone. Flashes on the screen Miaole Yan name, they get impatient ear.
"Dr. Fu, call now, you do not want done?"
"Sir, Miss Xia in it? I find her a very important thing." Fuyi Chen's voice has anxiously.
White Night engine glanced around the little woman going to bed, "she slept, what do you say tomorrow."
Xia Xingchen vaguely know Fuyi Chen find themselves. He found himself, but what it was? Think of that now as far away as M is young country, she suddenly awake a lot.
"Give me the phone now."
She put her hand from the quilt Tan Chuqu.
White Night engines look at her, and Fuyi Chen said:. "Wait a minute"
She took the phone in the past, gently 'Hey' a cry, Fuyi Chen over there a moment of silence, while complex, that she solemnly ask the question: "Miss summer, and I ask you to tell the truth ......"
"Weiyang, stomach child, I was it?"
Two sentences, middle pause for a long time, he said the full. In such a night, a man's voice sounds bitter and astringent.
Xia Xingchen erupted was fully awake. Holding the quilt, half leaning against the bed and sat up.
She glanced out the window, this strange Haicheng, at this point, still remains outside lights. Just I do not know, a single person in the country where M is young, and at the moment whether she was here as bright ......
"Miss summer?" No answer, Fuyi Chen repeated once asked.
Xia Xingchen light thin lips sip a sip, spoken words, but it is completely irrelevant,"Dr. Fu, your wife, should now be producing it? I did not give you a Hershey."
Hershey said, can actually tone was not at all pleased meaning. The thought of young and grievances, and if He Xinxi she come?
When did accompany her to the hospital, her despair, so far, but also in the middle of the night into her dream.
Aside, White Night engines like feel her fluctuating mood, hands turned over the book also paused, could not help but turned to multi looked at her eyes.
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