False accusation?

Song Yingzi was stunned for a moment before she realized that this term seemed to be a dialect from Hui Province, which meant sleeping.

She smiled slightly, but did not hesitate.

He immediately got up and helped him upstairs.

…

The next morning, tired Chen Yu heard the movement beside the bed, opened his eyes and saw Song Yingzi who was putting on clothes.

There was no surprise on his face.

He still remembered what happened last night.

He slept with this woman.

Although he was a little drunk when he slept with her last night, he was not completely drunk.

It belongs to the state of people being intoxicated but not drunk.

At this time, he sobered up and saw Song Yingzi getting dressed. How did he feel in his heart?

Regret is out of the question.

Just a little emotional.

He lamented that after more than a year and having gone through so much time and space, he had slept with more and more women. He also lamented that the most beautiful woman in the entertainment industry really felt a little different when he slept with her.

"Brother Yu? Are you awake? Did I accidentally wake you up just now?"

Song Yingzi, who had just put on her cheongsam, suddenly caught a glimpse of Chen Yu with his eyes open, and was slightly startled.

Chen Yu smiled lightly and said casually: "It's okay. By the way, why did you get up so early today? Do you have to catch up on your schedule?"

Song Yingzi smiled and shook her head, arranging the long hair on her head with her hands while explaining: "No, when I came here last night, I had already postponed today's schedule. I wanted to get up early and go to the kitchen to help

You arranged a few breakfast items, but I woke you up unexpectedly. I'm so stupid."

…

year 2013.

That night, Chen Yu came out of school and returned to the house he rented off campus. As soon as he opened the door, his expression suddenly changed.

Because he felt that the house was a bit messy and something was wrong! It seemed like a thief had entered.

On the wall of the living room where the sofa was placed, an iron painting that originally hung was now upside down on the floor of the living room, as if someone had thrown it there.

The two drawers of the coffee table in front of the sofa were also completely open, and the contents of the drawers were messily turned over.

The 18-year-old's expression changed and he immediately ran quickly to his study room.

He was anxious to confirm if his Qianyu mobile phone was still there?
Chapter completed!