"You still don't want me to laugh?" She mumbled as she got up and reluctantly picked up the bag on the ground. When she turned around, she suddenly realized that she didn't know where to put it.
Yes, this room did not belong to him. He was just living in it. He did not even have a wardrobe.
"Pa." The shopping bags that she picked up fell back to the ground.
She didn't know what was wrong with her recently. She always felt inexplicably sad.
" Listen up! If you want to cry, laugh!" Eason Chan's voice rang out in the room. It was Song Ziwei's ringtone.
Su Yanle went over to take a look. There was no name on the screen. It was a string of unfamiliar numbers.
It was probably a call from work.
"Song Ziwei. Song Ziwei!"
She called out to the bathroom a few times, but there was only the sound of running water. Song Ziwei did not respond.
She probably couldn't hear it while she was showering.
"Hello,"
She still picked up the phone that was about to hang up automatically. As the daughter of a businessman, she knew how much a phone call could cost.
"Hello? Are you looking for Song Ziwei?" After a few times, there was no response from the other end of the phone.
Harassing calls? Su Yanle thought about it and was about to hang up.
The person who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke.
"You must be Su Yanle."
It was a woman's voice. It sounded calm without a trace of warmth.
Su Yanle was stunned for a few seconds before he remembered to answer.
"Ah... Yes, yes." She stuttered, but she still could not figure out the other party's identity.
"I'm Zhang Yiwen."
At this moment, Su Yanle's mind was spinning rapidly, but he was stunned and could not say a word.
Song Ziwei's girlfriend."
Zhang Yiwen, who was sitting opposite her, seemed to have noticed that she did not react, so she made a seemingly unnecessary explanation.
Su Yanle, who had not been able to figure out the other party's intentions before, immediately realized that this sentence seemed to draw a circle, surrounding all his belongings and taking over Su Yanle's position.
She calmed down immediately. He didn't do anything wrong, so why should he be nervous?
"Ah, Song Ziwei is taking a shower. I'll get him to call you back later.”
"No need." Zhang Yiwen said immediately.
"I'm looking for you. I want to meet you. Give me your phone number.”
Zhang Yiwen's arrogance made Su Yanle a little angry. Why did she have to report and meet him just like that? Just as she was about to reject him, she suddenly understood Zhang Yiwen for some reason.
She turned to look in the direction of the bathroom.
If her boyfriend was in the same room with another woman every day and was about to get married, she might not be as calm as her.
She smiled and raised the phone again, feeling like a fool.
"Alright, take note of it."
As soon as she reported her number, Zhang Yiwen agreed coldly and hung up immediately, as if she did not want to waste another minute with her.
Her mind was a mess, filled with things she couldn't figure out. Su Yanle sat by the bed in a daze, unable to control her imagination.
There were a few times when she just wanted to stand up and run away, leaving this place that she should not have trespassed into and returning to her normal and simple life. However, he could not exert any strength and could only sit there in a daze. It was as if this was a plot arranged by the heavens, and no one could escape.
"Crack." The bathroom door opened and Song Ziwei walked out in a bathrobe. The moment he came out, he saw Su Yanle sitting by the bed in a daze.
What was going on in this woman's mind? She needed to spend so much time daydreaming every day. Could it be that she was still using her mind to talk to God?
As he thought about it, he suddenly smiled unconsciously.
Looking at Su Yanle's silly face, he suddenly felt that this woman didn't seem to be at fault in this situation.
Since she was not in the wrong and had no emotional entanglement with him, why did he reject her so much back then? He suddenly could not understand.
"Hello," Song Ziwei looked at Su Yanle, who was staring blankly at him. He had walked to her side, but she had not noticed it at all. He did not know what kind of realm she had entered.
"Hey, hey, hey." After calling out a few times, Su Yanle turned to look at him, a trace of grievance flashing in his eyes.
"What's wrong with you, Miss? Why are you so aggrieved when I want you to accept something?”Song Ziwei looked at her and found it funny.
"Song Ziwei."
She opened her mouth a few times and finally spoke.
"Why didn't you save your girlfriend's number?”
Song Ziwei, who was quietly waiting for her to speak, felt a little baffled when he heard this.
She immediately reacted and quickly went to look for her phone to open the call history.
"She called?" He looked at Su Yanle, whose back was facing him.
"Yes."
"You accepted?" He felt that he was asking the obvious.
"Yes."
Song Ziwei rubbed his hair in frustration.
It seemed to have been like this since he was young. Life seemed to be unwilling to let him relax for even a second.
"Did she say anything?" He couldn't be bothered to criticize Su Yanle and asked her directly.
"She didn't say anything. She just asked you to reply to her WeChat.”
"Really?" Song Ziwei looked at her listless appearance and could not believe it.
"Yes, Song Ziwei, I'm not feeling well. I'll sleep for a while.”
As Su Yanle spoke, she quickly got under the blanket and turned on her phone. She realized that Zhang Yiwen had already sent her a text message. It was just a simple sentence.
At 3 PM, at Lyon Cafe on the back street of the residential area.
"Ah!" She suddenly sat up again. Song Ziwei, who was sitting on the ground with a frown, was shocked by her.
It was already past two o'clock! It was too late.
Although Su Yanle usually dressed casually, she was still a goddess-level figure. It was necessary for her to dress up before going out, especially for this kind of…It was a delicate occasion.
Although he and Song Ziwei did not have that kind of relationship, and he did not have any hostility towards Zhang Yiwen. But for some reason, she did not want to show weakness in front of the arrogant Zhang Yiwen.
Su Yanle put on the mask in a hurry and started to look for clothes without any clue. It was too late, so she might as well pick a new one from the bag.
She casually picked up a bag and took out a piece of black clothing from it. When she opened it, she realized that it was a little black dress with a slightly exposed back.
Song Ziwei watched as she ran into the bathroom with the dress. After a while, it was as if he was already another person.
He had never seen her wearing such clothes before. He watched as she walked towards the dressing table in a hurry, not even having the time to look at herself in the mirror.
Yes, she didn't need to take a photo. She was already so beautiful.
He suddenly felt that his idea was a little evil and quickly shook his head.
Su Yanle's figure in a black dress swayed in the room like a black swallowtail butterfly, light and elegant. Song Ziwei frowned and looked at her, forgetting to think.
Her slender arms were fiddling with her hair. It seemed that she was not satisfied no matter how much she tried to hold it, so she simply let it down. Her long black hair fell down like a waterfall, covering her snow-white back. Even her thin shoulders were exposed, and they were faintly visible in the waterfall-like black hair.
She had always been this beautiful.
However, he had never noticed it.
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