I Love You At The Right Time

Su porcelain just nauseated, at the moment was flashed, very not easy to pressure down the nausea again overwhelming.

When the people inside saw her coming back, they waved to her to come over.

“Sue can’t run away this time.”

Su porcelain squeezed out a stiff smile and walked slowly past.

Sitting on the sofa, Jing Ran immediately leaned in and asked her, “Su Zong, did you vomit?”

“No.” Shake his head, Su porcelain spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, leaning against the back of the sofa.

If you can spit it out, it will be better.

But she was in the bathroom for half a day and couldn’t spit it out.

Holding the forehead, Su porcelain kneaded his temples, “who turned on this lamp? I feel uncomfortable shaking.”

“People from Honghui said that there was such an atmosphere that it made it malodorous.”

“No, it is not.”

“Mr. Su, you are really miserable. Why don’t we go first?”

The young man on their side handed her a glass of water. Su Ci took it and smiled at the young man. The young man blushed with shame.

After drinking saliva, she asked Jing Ran, “What time is it?”

Jing Ran looked at the time, “10： 30.”

“That’s about the same, sit down for a while, not short of this time. Now go, Honghui’s people should not be happy.”

“Then Sue, don’t drink it. You have had several drinks just now.”

“Uh－huh.”

“Ah? Su Zong, why don’t you drink? Come on, have another drink with me.”

Jing Ran twisted his eyebrows and was going to block it.

Su Ci held down her wrist and picked up the wine with a smile. “Good.”

At 12 o’clock at night, the game finally broke up.

In front of the club, each went back to his home and found his mother.

Jing Ran called Su Ci to drive on her behalf in advance. She was answered by someone herself. Don’t worry.

Holding Su Ci on the bus, Jing Ran fastened her seat belt. “Su Zong, can you be alone?”

She was not at ease and wanted to send Su porcelain back.

“Yes.” Su Ci pushed her, “Go home, I’ll call you back.”

“Well, Mr. Su, be careful.”

“It’s okay.”

When the car door closed, Jing Ran watched the car carrying Su Ci leave and did not see it before turning to her boyfriend’s car.

The driver looked through the rearview mirror and asked, “Miss, where are you going?”

Su porcelain closed his eyes and said an address.

After 40 minutes, the car stopped.

The driver called her, “Miss, here we are. Miss? Miss? Wake up, here we are.”

“Oh.” Confused to open his eyes, Su porcelain looked out of the window, stunned, “why are you here?”

The driver said, “Miss, the address you said, green brocade garden, isn’t it?”

Did she say green brocade garden?

Lick the lower lip, Su porcelain sarcastically smile.

It’s 1 o’clock, and she won’t have to sleep much if she goes back to Yinshan Garden.

With a sigh, Su porcelain pushed open the car door and got off.

When she took the elevator upstairs, she was awake as if she had sobered up.

“Ding” opened the elevator door and Su Ci stepped out.

Standing in front of the door, he did not have the courage to open the door.

Suddenly, there was a very strong feeling.

It seems that he is inside.

As long as she opens the door, she can see him.

The feeling was too strong, so strong that Su porcelain almost shook his hands to press the combination lock, because he was too anxious to press it twice.

“Didi”, the door opened.

The room was cold.

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She stood at the door, crying out loud in confusion.

Crying and scolding： “Wen Jin’an, you stinky bastard! Wen Jin’an, you bastard! Wen Jin’an, when will you come back? You won’t come back…”

*

I don’t remember when I fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes, Su porcelain found himself lying on the sofa.

Moreover, the door is still open and open.

Sitting up, she rubbed her face, closed the door first, and then went into the bedroom.

I took a bath and changed my clothes.

She has a lot of things here, and there is almost nothing in Yinshan Garden.

I live in Yinshanyuan these days, and even I bought toiletries now.

Tidy up, she sat on the bed, staring blankly.

I don’t know what I’m thinking. My head is at sixes and sevens. I have everything.

But at its root, she is thinking of being alone.