Chapter 87: A good night

Jiang Beiyuan hugged Yannian back to his own room.
She has long hair like a waterfall, spilling over his pillow.
The white and black in the room reflect the warmth of the place.
Her breathing became long and even.
Drunk, but not making trouble, like a tired child, fell asleep so well.
Jiang Beiyuan looked at her like this for a while.
I feel that the chance of her waking up midway is not great.
He took off his shoes, went to the other side, and hugged her from behind.
Be careful and dare not use too much force.
I was afraid of waking her up accidentally, how should I explain.
Yannian suddenly turned around abruptly.
She did not wake up.
In this posture, he was facing Jiang Beiyuan, his small face was buried in his arms, his pink lips were gently pulled up, and his long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Soon, the breath became longer again.
Jiang Beiyuan was overjoyed.
Her subconscious dependence, although in a dream, made him feel extremely satisfied.
He leaned over and kissed the top of her head, hugged her tightly, and put his Zhanqing styled chin on her forehead and rubbed it.
This is the most secure sleep Jiang Beiyuan has had in the past few days.
A good night dream.
...
The next day, Yannian was awakened by the alarm clock.
She set the alarm clock at eight o'clock, thinking about sending flowers to the client yesterday.
When I opened my eyes, I was dumbfounded. The strange bed and ceiling, with the aroma of mint floating in the air, were inexplicably familiar.
She looked around and finally realized it.
This is in Jiang Beiyuan's room.
But yesterday, she obviously had a drink with Ding Baoyi, how could she sleep in Jiang Beiyuan's room?
Even the clothes on her body were from yesterday, and when she ran to the bathroom, her hair in the mirror was messy, and she didn't use pink and daisy, and there was no trace of ambiguity on her body.
Could it be that she was drunk by herself yesterday and came to Jiang Beiyuan's house?
This thought suddenly gave her a forehead like a mallet.
Yan Nian took out her cell phone and called Ding Baoyi.
"Hey Ding Baoyi! Did you sell me something special? Why am I at Jiang Beiyuan's house early in the morning?"
Ding Baoyi was stunned for a few moments when he heard the tone of words.
Could it be that you didn't sleep well last night?
"I don't know. You took a taxi and left yesterday by yourself. I thought you were back to the flower shop." Ding Baoyi wisely protected herself.
Upon hearing this, Yannian rubbed her aching temples, and stepped barefoot on the floor covered with woolen blankets, not feeling warm, but biting cold.
It looks like she really came back by herself... going crazy.
The key is Jiang Beiyuan is not at home now, right?
"I won't tell you anymore, I'll hang up first!"
Then carefully opened the door and poked a head out.
The corridor was empty.
The gym, her room, study, downstairs including the back garden and swimming pool are all empty.
Jiang Beiyuan was not at home.
While secretly relieved, there was a secret sense of loss in my heart.
They had a great conflict. He ignored her and she ignored him. He should be busy in the hospital now, so why would he care about her.
There are cooked hangover soup and food in the pot in the kitchen, but she didn't see it.
...
After Yannian walked to the hallway after washing, the doorbell rang suddenly.
The little woman who was about to change shoes was stunned.
She squatted down while holding the heels, pinched her nose, and asked in a high-pitched voice, "Who?"
Then think again.
wrong.
If Jiang Beiyuan came back, he didn't need to ring the doorbell.
The other party rang the doorbell again.
The next second, a string of fluent English sounded outside, and I couldn't understand it.
Is it a crooked nut?
Open the door.
Standing outside was a blond foreigner, wearing boxed gold-rimmed glasses, and beckoning, "Hello!"
Yannian hooked up the corners of her mouth and smiled broadly, "hi~"