Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

She just slept on the sofa for two nights, but he clearly remembered the pitiful look she curled up on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket, slim body, and trembling slightly.

With the imagination emerging in the mind of Qin Yinan, he vaguely seemed to see the picture of Cheng Qingchun lying on the sofa and shrinking into a ball.

Without even realizing it, he walked slowly to the sofa, squatted on the cold floor, reached out his hand, and touched it on the sofa.

His fingertips fell through.

Qin Yinan's eyebrows flicked and only reacted. The sofa was empty, there was no one at all, just his illusion.

Qin Yinan seemed to be acupunctured, and he instantly petrified in place. He didn't recover until the burning pain came from his fingertips, extinguished the smoke that had burned to the head, and extinguished it in the ashtray, slowly Stood up and moved to the balcony because he squatted for too long, with some sour legs.

It was still early in the morning, but Qin Yinan had no worries. He was like a statue. From the dark night on the balcony, he stood white in the east.

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"Shallot! Shallot!"

Qin Yinan sat up violently from the bed, clutching the bedding pale, and gasping for a while before he lifted the quilt off the bed and into the bathroom.

He turned on the faucet, grabbed a handful of cold water, and put it on his face, the cold heart that made his fast beating quickly calmed down slightly.

This is the third night.

After Cheng Mu left, Cheng Qingcong also left that day. From that night on, the sentence "Can you forgive me?" is like a curse. He almost dreamed that she would cry in his ear every night. The voice of the narrative.

On the first night, after he was woken up, he stood on the balcony for most of the night.

Last night, after he was woken up, he went to Jinbi Huihuang and played a night of cards with some friends.

Tonight... He hasn't rested for several days in a row, and he is really exhausted, but he can't sleep in a peaceful sleep because of her torture.

Qin Yinnan exhaled, turned off the faucet, and went to the study.

He opened the file and put it into work. He, whose brain continued to work, was not affected by her.

Time passed by, and there was no other sound in the room except for the sound of Qin Yinan typing on the keyboard and reading the documents.

Not knowing how long after that, Qin Yinan was in a turmoil and habitually opened his mouth: "Shallot? Shallot?"

"Are you busy? If not, help me organize this document...green onions..."

Qin Yinan just raised his tone, shouted here, and suddenly stopped, holding the hand of the document, and suddenly increased his strength.

Shallot, does he call Cheng Shallot?

That woman is no longer in his house, is she?

Qin Yinan slowly tossed the document on the table, leaning on the chair, his eyes fell involuntarily on the round sofa not far away, the floor lamp was turned on quietly, and the sofa fell empty, no matter how he looked at it. The girl who was lying on the sofa and looked at the documents seriously, never appeared.

When Yin Qin pulled his gaze back from the round sofa, his eyes were extremely red. He lowered his head and stared at the table for a moment, then stood up, went back to the bedroom, changed clothes, took the documents, and went to the company. Go to work.