Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1808 Duplicity (29)

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  Going back to the villa in Huating Garden, the man in a black jacket and black peaked cap went straight up to the second floor.

   There was a "pa—" and another sound.

   Temperament is exceptionally bad, even reckless.

   Don't care what other people think.

  Yu Xuewei who sent him back: "..."

  For the sake of salary, she endured it!

   Taking a deep breath, she turned and left.

  The high-heeled shoes thumped, echoed in the empty house, and gradually faded away.

   Soon Jiang Wen was the only one left in the villa.

   There was dead silence everywhere, without a single sound.

  The lights on the first floor have been turned off, only the lights in the corridor on the second floor are still on.

   It's just, it's just there.

  In the room, the lights were not turned on, and the curtains were not drawn.

  The street light outside the window cannot shine in, and the light outside the door is also blocked.

  The entire huge room was plunged into an excessive darkness.

  Cold and quiet.

   It seemed to be swallowed by a giant beast, and it was stuffy and unable to break free.

  Only the group of figures huddled in the corner leaned there, motionless.

  Barefoot, holding his knees, like an insecure child, curled up there for a long time.

  The black peaked cap that had been covering him was discarded on the carpet, and the mobile phone was quietly placed by his leg.

  He huddled there, not knowing how long it had been.

   Until the street lights outside went out, the whole world seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

  In the dark and narrow corner, the lights came on.

   It was the blue light from his mobile phone, which was glowing, and it was a bit dazzling for a while.

  The man with an extremely cold and white face, with a tall and big body, huddled together.

   Just bent over like this, quietly looking at the chat interface on the phone.

  In it, there are only a few words, nothing special, just simple greetings.

  But he didn't know how many times he had read it, and he could even recite it by heart.

  Looked quietly, staring at the head.

  The pitch-black eyeballs were motionless, and under the blue light, there was an inexplicable cold permeation.

  It looks like a poisonous snake spit out a snake letter.

   After watching for some time, he began to edit in the message input.

   Edited a lot of words, and then deleted them.

  Rewrite, then delete.

   Back and forth many times, in the end, he still didn't post.

   Stopped there, and deleted word by word what I had written with great difficulty.

   When deleting the last word, the phone suddenly "ding—" once.

  In the message dialog box, it shows that a new message has been received.

  The man's fingers snapped, and he immediately flipped to the bottom.

   It was from her, congratulating him on winning the Best Actor Award tonight.

   It’s still a simple sentence, followed by an emoji of a cat rolling.

  It's very cute, and it also adds a bit of warmth to the cold dialog box.

  He stared quietly, motionless.

   Just like that, I can stare at the messages from her for a long, long time.

  It seems that the eyes will not feel sore, dry and painful.

  He hunched over, hugging his knees, his dark eyes reflecting the blue light from the phone.

   After staring at her for a long time, he began to message her back.

   One word at a time, there seems to be a lot to say.

  The message box is full of densely packed, crowded.

  He kept typing, and typing.

  The time displayed on the top of the phone is already three o'clock in the morning.

   It's very late, she should have already gone to bed.

  (end of this chapter)