Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 2592 I like to lie on his chest
Little Yuzi is seventeen or eighteen years old...is that what she looks like?

Josnian took another sip of water, the cool water flowed into his heart, and his limbs were chilled.

During this time, he frequently dreamed of this little girl, sometimes seventeen or eighteen years old, sometimes a little older, like ten years old, every dream was so out of the ordinary that he couldn't find her.

He didn't know if it was the little pomelo who had grown up. In the dream, he was very strict with this girl, just like the dream just now. Looking back now, he also felt that he was making trouble for no reason.

After she ran out, the dream ended, and he didn't know if he chased her back home.

The little girl has a temper similar to Ye Jiaqi's. She likes to talk back to him and say a lot of things that make no sense.

He didn't know why he had these weird dreams, why he dreamed of a little girl... was it because he wanted to see Xiaoyouzi?
Josnian rubbed his temples, his head was still hurting.

There is no sensation in the wrist, and it is easy to paralyze one's nerves in such a deep night.

When he woke up from the dream, he no longer felt sleepy.

He stood up, took a book from the shelf, and opened it.

There was a photo in the book, a crumpled group photo. In the photo, Ye Jiaqi, who was pregnant, was smiling happily, with a dazzling platycodon flower in her hand, and he was standing beside her.

He looked at the group photo, his eyes were full of luster, just like the sky outside, deep and far away, without end.

He stared at the photo without moving away.

He accidentally saw the photo at the lost and found office when he went to the community where she lived. If he went to claim it, the property would of course be given to him without hesitation.

The photo was crumpled when I got it, probably thrown away by her.

Indeed, it is not worth cherishing.

Josnian's knuckle-knuckle fingers gently pinched the photo and kept looking at it.

At night like this, everywhere was extremely quiet. When he stood in front of the bookshelf, his slender shadow quietly fell on the floor, lonely and lonely.

I don't know how long it took before he put the photo back into the book, turned around, and walked to the balcony.

He poured himself another glass of red wine.

Josnian glanced at the time, it was only 01:30 in the night, this long and silent night.

Fortunately, he's used to it, and it's not like this every day or two.

He simply took the notebook and put it on his lap, while drinking, he silently revised the document.

The blue light from the computer screen shone on his face, making his chiseled face darker and duller.

He was originally a person who was concentrating on his work, but now he couldn't concentrate at all, and the appearance of a little grapefruit would appear in front of him from time to time.

The soft little guy reached out to him and smiled at him.

Josnian still hasn't forgotten the feeling when he hugged the little pomelo. It was a wonderful feeling, like electricity hitting the heart.

The little guy likes to lie on his chest, on his shoulders, his hands are soft.

Josnian stopped typing on the keyboard.

This cloud of thoughts wrapped around his brain and prevented him from working.

He simply lit another cigarette, indulging in the smell of nicotine.

In the long night, thoughts are like endless spring grass, under the blowing of the spring breeze, they spread until they are all over the mountains and plains, everywhere.

The incense smoke was lingering, and Josnian looked out the window with a deep luster in his eyes, like the water in an ancient well, without waves.

(End of this chapter)