Did Not Say Anything About My Feelings

It was almost eleven o'clock when Ling Pan woke up.

She frowned slightly, opened her sleepy eyes in a daze, looked at the decorations and furnishings in the house, was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that this was not her house.

Just as she was about to get up, she suddenly felt a severe headache. She rubbed her temples and slowly stood up.

Ling Pan was still wearing his original clothes.It's just a little messy because of a night's sleep.

She got up and walked out of the bedroom, went downstairs to look for Wang Jiulong.

Wang Jiulong was neither in the living room nor in the dining room. There was a glass of milk and a plate of toast on the dining table.

Ling Pan walked over and found a note pasted on the table, with a row of bold and powerful characters written on it.

[If the milk is cold, warm it up, Deyun Club has something else to do, I'll go out first.The car keys are on the counter in the entrance, you drive my car back first. ]

Ling Pan held the note and drank milk while reading it. She lowered her eyes and couldn't see the emotion in her eyes clearly.

After a long time, she snapped the note on the dining table with a snap.

…………

Ling Pan didn't go back, but was still at Wang Jiulong's house, sitting on the sofa and watching TV.

At this moment the phone rang, Ling Pan looked down at the screen display, and picked it up.

"Grandma, where are you?"

"In someone else's house."

"..." John was silent for a while, then said, "It's developing so fast?"

Ling Pan slumped on the sofa, holding the remote control in his hand, switching channels boredly: "Don't worry, I haven't succeeded yet."

"Huh? So you took the initiative?"

Ling Pan didn't speak, she threw the remote control aside a little annoyed.

John said again: "Although you may not listen...but...I still want to say that the boss may not agree to your dating so easily..."

Ling Pan only let out a "huh".

"In a few days, the boss may return to China for a few days, you have a preparation."

"Ah."

Hearing her low tone, John couldn't talk to her anymore, said a few words about work, and then hung up.

Ling Pan still maintained the posture of holding the mobile phone, staring blankly at "Tom and Jerry" played on TV.

The cat is always chasing, the mouse is running, the cat suffers, and the mouse always wins...

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Pan lazily looked up at the clock.

17:20

She stood up, washed her face, put on her coat, picked up the car keys on the counter and went out.

Wang Jiulong told her before that in December, their three teams will perform at Xinjiekou Deyun Club.

When we came to Xinjiekou, the performance should be over by this time, and many spectators came out one after another.

Ling Pan got out of the car and stood at the entrance of Deyun Society for a look. The one who came out surrounded by a group of people was definitely a cross talk actor from Deyun Society, so the target was easy to find.

At this time, a group of fans gathered around the side door.Seeing Ling Pan, he walked over immediately.He raised his head and looked inside, the man who lowered his head and signed his name was joking with the fans with a smile.

not him.

Ling Pan leaned against the electric pole next to him, waiting for the group of fans to disperse.

After a while, she saw that people had almost left, and went straight to the man who was signing the autograph.

"Where is Wang Jiulong?"

"Wang Jiulong, he is..."

Zhang Jiunan raised his eyes and saw the tall and thin beautiful woman standing in front of him. He was stunned, and immediately changed his words: "Where... I don't know, are you his fan? Then you can't stop him, let him go Alright."

Several young girls on the side were talking in low voices.

"Da Nan's fan is so beautiful!"

"Don't say it's his fan, I thought it was his girlfriend."

Ling Pan looked at him calmly: "Where did you go?"

Zhang Jiunan glanced at the fans who were still standing on both sides, touched his nose, and said, "You fans shouldn't bother this actor's private life, right?"

The people next to her really thought she was also a fan, so they said, "That's right, Miss, they have a performance tomorrow, if you have a ticket, you can come and see it."

Zhang Jiunan also nodded and said, "Little girl, you should go back first, huh?"

Ling Pan raised his lips and smiled: "Okay, I'll come back tomorrow."

Zhang Jiunan saw her turn and leave without hesitation, and said to her back: "Hey, girl, I can sign for you if he's not here!"

Ling Pan turned around and gave him a charming smile.

Zhang Jiunan gasped in admiration in his heart, such a stunner in the world, does that kid have a sick mind?What do you think? !

Closing the car door with a bang, Ling Pan sat up straight and took a deep breath.

She was not only annoyed by her impulsiveness last night, but also by his silent rejection...

Last night, the second hand did not know how many times it moved, and it seemed to tap on her heart with a "tick, tick".She just looked at him quietly, waiting for his answer.

After a long time, Wang Jiulong put down his wine glass, turned his head to meet her eyes, and wanted to speak slowly...

Her eyes are full of anticipation and unbearable affection...

"You are still young, this kind of thing... I shouldn't answer you."

Ling Pan was stunned, she twitched the corner of her mouth: "Who should that be?"

"..."

Wang Jiulong stared into her eyes and said: "The person who meets you honestly, who is one with you, who you love, and who loves you."

"Couldn't it be you?"

There was silence again.

Ling Pan stared at Wang Jiulong who drank two glasses of white wine in succession, her eyes gradually became moist, she couldn't bear such silence, she turned his shoulder to make Wang Jiulong look directly at her.

Wang Jiulong took a deep look at her, suddenly broke into a smile, rubbed her hair, and said jokingly: "Could it be me?"

The corners of Ling Pan's mouth twitched a few times, and he smiled discouragedly: "No...wouldn't it be..."

"Hehe, you've had too much to drink, silly girl, go to sleep."

Ling Pan pushed her short hair back, bit her lip, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'm going to sleep."

……

Ling Pan shook his head, pulling out of his memory.

At this moment, the cell phone on the co-pilot rang.

She picked it up and looked at the screen display, and froze there for a moment, her hand holding the phone slowly tightened, her fingers turning white.

She paused for a while, then picked up the phone: "Hello."

The voice was colder than ever.

"Pat, where are you?"

Ling Pan frowned: "Why are you calling me?"

"Pick me up at the airport."

"..."