After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

On the way back, as the driver said, it was difficult to get a taxi in this area. Zhou Cheng walked a long way before he caught one.The sky darkened quickly in winter. It was still dark when we boarded the car, but it was completely dark when we got outside the community.Zhou Cheng paid the money, and when he got out of the car, he was caught off guard by the sudden drop in temperature outside.

It was only past six o'clock when we got back to the villa.

The room was pitch black, and it was obvious that the man hadn't come back yet.

Zhou Cheng turned on the light in the living room, walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down.

The lonely lamp clears the shadow.

He looked at the street lamp outside the window, as if there was nothing in his mind, and it seemed to be stuffed with indigestible information, and he couldn't turn around.Zhou Hongfeng's words, He Minnan's words, and...these days, the little things he and He Xiao have spent.

He bent down, put his elbows on his knees, and buried his face in his palms.

He didn't know how long it took before he straightened up again and looked up at the wall clock on the wall.

Quarter past seven.

His eyes moved, he took out his phone from his pocket, and turned on the screen.

The screen saver shows several WeChat messages and several missed calls.

He unlocked it with his fingerprint, and first checked the missed calls, all of which belonged to He Xiao.

The time was about half an hour ago.

He clicked on WeChat, and the message was still sent by He Xiao.

【How not to answer the phone? 】

[I have something to do tonight, so I won't go back. I'll send dinner home? 】

Maybe he didn't reply, the last message the man sent was one by one [Chengcheng? 】

The time was ten minutes ago.

Zhou Cheng stared at the two words that he was all too familiar with, and a layer of mist suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Chengcheng...Chengcheng...Why do you have to use that tone every time you call him?

Does he know that how gentle he was once, how cruel he is now.

He landed his fingertips on the screen, looked at the two words, and never dropped them.

After a while, the doorbell rang outside the door.

Zhou Cheng raised his hand to wipe his face, and went to open the door.

It's here to deliver food.

Zhou Cheng's expression was dull, and he moved out of the way. The delivery man asked where to put the dishes, and he pointed to the dining room.

After putting the food away, the delivery man said hello and left.

Zhou Cheng was still sitting on the sofa and didn't go to eat.

No appetite, no mood.

He leaned against the sofa, unconsciously, a burst of drowsiness hit him, and he fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was still dark outside.

He got up from the sofa with his forehead propped up, and subconsciously checked the time.

Two fifty.

Is it early morning?

He got up and went to the window and looked outside. There was only a street lamp emitting a lonely light in the yard, and there was nothing.

He Xiao didn't come back.

He pursed his lips.

Picking up the phone, calling up the call history, and dialing.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, a longer beep than beep sounded close to the ear.

He looked at the branches blown by the cold wind outside the yard, and the whole world seemed to have quieted down, only the voice in his ear was very clear.I thought the call was about to be automatically hung up, but the other end was suddenly connected.

"Hello, who is it?"

Zhou Cheng's eyes trembled, and then the black pupils began to crack at an earthquake-like speed, splitting into thin lines.A woman's voice.

His mind first reacted to this point, and then turned slowly, digesting another piece of information—where did he hear this voice.

In just a second, he remembered.

It was the woman I met when I was with He Xiao at the Japanese food restaurant that day.

How... would it be her.