President chasing me,Please waiting in line!

Yang Yi Leng three seconds, "I want to go to the hotel."

"You can use my home as a hotel."

Yang Yi was speechless. She got off the car and argued with him. However, she got off the bus and the driver drove away. Yang Yi looks up, it seems to be an apartment, only a few households are still on the lights.

"Your luggage has been moved to it and your toiletries are ready," Wang said. For a few days in Hong Kong, you stay here. It's much quieter and cleaner than the hotel. "

Yang Yi stares at him alertly, "you are so impolite, and not polite."

Wang Jiaze said: "if everything should be consistent with the ceremony, life will miss a lot."

Yang Yi can choose to turn around and go. As long as you walk for a while, it's not difficult to take a taxi. But her luggage is still with him. After a moment's hesitation, we went into the elevator with him.

Her relationship with Wang Jiaze is rather delicate. They are neither friends nor lovers, but there are variables at any time. As long as they step forward, one end of the scale will tilt immediately. She used to say that she could run away from him and avoid unknown risks, but now, she seems to be unable to do anything about herself. No matter what she thinks in her heart, she is always pushed by a pair of invisible hands to his side.

The house is on the 26th floor, with two bedrooms of 150 square meters. The decoration is simple and clean. In Hong Kong, where land and money are scarce, such a large house is a super luxury house. Yang Yi looked at him and asked, "how many times do you come to live every year?"

"Come to Hong Kong every two months on average."

"The other time the house is empty?"

"Well, the cleaning company comes to do the cleaning regularly." Wang turned on the lights, took off his coat, threw it on the sofa and unbuttoned his shirt.

This series of action, unexpectedly so sexy. Yang Yisheng looks away, his cheek is burning with fever.

Wang Jiaze took her to the guest room, "you live in this room."

"Do you have a house in every city?" Yang Yi asked

"Almost." He said, "I don't like staying in hotels and using things they used."

"But when you go to a restaurant, you use the same old cutlery they used."

"That's not the same. Life is very important to me personally. I have a slight habit of cleanliness. I feel uncomfortable sleeping in other people's beds. "

"Do you have a passion for cleanliness, too?"

You ground on her eyes, "what is the feeling of cleanliness?"

"It's to find a girlfriend, a wife, to be a virgin."

He looked at her for a long time and was surprised that she would talk about large-scale topics. "It's not sentimental purity, it's old-fashioned and pedantic."

"As far as I know, there are still many young people who have this kind of antiquity and pedantry." She frowned and slipped into the guest room. "I'm going to sleep. Good night. "

In a moment, he heard a thump and her "ah" scream. Walking quickly into the guest room, she was standing in front of the transparent glass door with her nose covered. Obviously, she hit the door. She walked over with long legs and pulled down her nose covering hand. "Are you ok?"

"It's killing me!" A face so straight hit the glass door, she also used full force! Her eyes were aching with tears.

The next second, he saw blood dripping down her nose. He quickly hooked her chin, let her head up, "nosebleed, don't move."

Yang Yi sucked his nose. Sure enough, the smell of blood filled his mouth. Wang Jiaze took the paper towel, Yang Yi while wiping nosebleed, while twisting a small group of paper towel into the bleeding nostrils. Wang Jiaze helped her to the bedside to sit, she still kept the posture of looking up, "Wang Jiaze, we must be mutually exclusive, every time we get too close to you, I get hurt."

Wang family Ze Bai her one eye, "nonsense."

"You know what, I have never known the injuries I've suffered in my life, and you've accumulated so many injuries now."

In retrospect, it was the chest, then the legs, and then I had a fever and nosebleed. But how could he admit it. "You're just getting worse recently." Speaking of this, unconsciously, the eyes climbed up her neck. She was wearing a loose T-shirt, delicate smooth white neck, no jewelry.

"Why don't you wear that jade rabbit?" It is said that jade can ward off evil spirits.

"Once in a while, I sleep on my stomach for fear of getting hurt." Yang Yi felt the heat and pain in his nose. He wanted to lower his head to see if he had stopped bleeding. Suddenly, he was held back by Wang Jiaze.

"Wait a minute." He held the back of her head in one hand and patted her on the forehead with the other. The skin under the palm of the hand is warm, cool and greasy. Her eyes brushed over her white skin, her long eyelashes, like a fan, gently open and close. Her short, soft hair was tickling at his wrist.

It was quiet around and only their breath could be heard. She gave him a quick look, and he caught her line of sight with a thick eyebrow. Yang Yi is like a thief who has been caught, and he cries out: "what are you looking at?"

"I don't know who it is."

I'm learning fast! Yang Yi broke his hand and pulled out the paper towel in his nostrils. Oh, it was disgusting. It was red. Fortunately, the nosebleed has stopped. "I'm fine. You go. I'm going to bed"Be careful, don't hit the door again."

"I won't lose twice on the same thing."

"Better." Wang zemai moved his legs and left the guest room, "good night."

When Yang Yi enters the glass door again, he is on high alert, as if to step into a minefield. After washing, change into pajamas, climb into bed, cover with a thin quilt.

The sheets and quilts are new, with the warm smell of the sun and the taste of home. Yang Yi recognizes that the bed problem is not defeated by fatigue and alcohol, tossing and turning, eyes are sleepy, but the brain is awake.

Wang Jiaze is also a sleepless person. He hasn't had a good sleep for a long time, especially in a different place. The next room is quiet. Is she asleep?

Through a door, a wall, they each insomnia, but unconsciously think of each other.

This kind of "thinking" is to pile up the past and turn it into a volume of old film. They watch it, get drunk, but can't see the ending.

Wake up, the sun has been hanging high, Yang Yi rubbed his eyes, touched the mobile phone charged at the head of the bed, surprised, 1:30 in the afternoon? Oh, she still has a lot of things to buy. She has to go to a concert in the evening. I have to hurry up. He got up from the bed and ran to brush his teeth and wash his face with his slippers.

Change clothes, push the door out, the home is quiet, no one.

Breakfast was on the table, and the note on it said, "wake up and call me."

It's written in It's very ugly. I can see that I don't often write Chinese.

Breakfast is sandwiches, milk and fruit salad. Yang Yi is hungry, eating breakfast and watching mobile news.

The mobile phone pops out a message suddenly, Wang Jiaze sends. "To Disney or not?"