Long time no see, ex-wife!

Chapter 152

"Oh? What are you doing?"

"Just come here."

Ya Ling leaned over with an inexplicable expression, and Fang Linchen handed the mobile phone she had been playing with to her, and then strode upstairs without waiting for Ya Ling to ask any questions.

"Hello? This, what do you mean?"

"It's for you, the number is on the coffee table."

After a simple explanation, Fang Linchen's figure disappeared on the second floor. Yaling stayed on the spot with his mobile phone, and heard a voice from the TV in his ears: "Affected by a cold air recently, this city will A drop in temperature"

"Really." Yaling couldn't help grinning the corners of her mouth, and she felt a little helpless: "Just cherish words like gold, and say that changing rooms is because I'm afraid that Lele will kick the quilt and freeze me, but I have to do it with a cold face. Bad guy, alas~~~"

Looking at the mobile phone in his hand, he also understood the reason why he was sitting here at night, and his eyes couldn't help but get hot: "If you don't wait for me to go downstairs, how many nights are you going to sit here?"

The phone looks plain and plain, but with a frosted surface, it is very comfortable to hold in the hand.

Just like the man Fang Linchen.

On the outside, except for his handsome face, his cold expression always looks like he is asking for debts. In fact, many of his words, when you think about it carefully, are all hidden concerns, not only for Yaling, but also for Lele and the driver. , This is true for servants.

I can't help but think of the woman who abandoned him. I wonder if she regrets it now?

Zhang Ma quickly cleaned up the room, next to Lele's room.

Lele was very reluctant to leave Yaling, but she didn't know what Fang Linchen said to her. In a blink of an eye, Lele started pushing Yaling to her new room, and she couldn't wait for her to leave.

It seemed that someone had lived in that room before, because the decoration inside was very feminine, and after thinking about it for a while, she knew who had used the room. Ya Ling felt awkward and refused a little, but Fang Linchen insisted, so she had no choice but to be helpless. moved in.

That night, the ringtone of the text message on the mobile phone almost caused Ya Ling, who was already asleep, to jump out of bed. She opened the text message in a daze, and saw that it said: Are you asleep?

After thinking for a long time in confusion, I finally replied with two words: asleep.

The other party's text message came again: I can see it.

Ya Ling looked at the mobile phone and laughed, and simply sat up under the quilt. The curtains were not drawn, and the moonlight outside seeped in, making the ground clear.

"Heh, are you secretly working again?"

"No, you don't seem to believe me very much."

"That's because someone got caught too many times."

"Hehe, you are too serious."

"Not working, not sleeping, insomnia? Too much stress?"

"Don't you realize that today is a special day?"

special?Elling thought about it, there was nothing special, so she replied: I didn't find it.

This time, the other party didn't reply for a long time, and Yaling felt suspicious, fearing that she said something wrong again, so she sent another text message: I can't even remember my own birthday, there are a lot of adults, don't talk to me Let the little girl be angry, okay? ? ? ?
"Last year, I met a rash woman in the elevator and tricked me into taking a handkerchief."

Yeah!

It has been a year.

Ya Ling looked at the text message on the phone, scratched her head in agitation, and felt that her confused temper was really hateful: Hehehe, I didn't forget, it was just a test of you, what can I say this day?
Have a big meal?Elling is not too hungry, a gift?It's the phone, right?
As I was thinking about it, another text message came over: Come out, put down the quilt, and put on a coat.

Looking at this sentence, Ya Ling didn't react at first, but when she did, she was like a puppy with a hairy head, she squeezed the quilt tightly again, then turned to look out the window, the moon was still so bright, the clouds Also faint, and on the rooftop obliquely above, Fang Linchen just put his phone back in his pocket.

Ya Ling jumped out of bed and pulled the curtains tightly, hid in a corner and changed her clothes, then opened the door awkwardly and went out.

The rooftop is on the third floor, and Ya Ling appeared in front of Fang Linchen in less than a minute. Fang Linchen turned to look at her, and Ya Ling looked left and right, with a blushing face shrunk into the big scarf, complaining: "Peeping Crazy." The voice was so small that it didn't sound like she was angry, but rather coquettish, but she didn't know it.

Fang Linchen couldn't help smiling when he saw her looking like a polar bear. The moon was behind him. This smile seemed to be stained with moonlight, and it was so dreamy.

Turning her face away, Ya Ling also walked to the rooftop: "Master Fang really has an interest in such a cold night."

"You seem to be particularly afraid of the cold."

"Physical problems, I can't do anything about it." Ya Ling rubbed her hands and hopped her feet.

He turned around and said something flashed in his eyes.

"Ugh?"

Fang Linchen stretched out his hand to Ya Ling, his broad palm was full of moonlight, and seemed to be full of hope.

"Come in."

He said this to Yaling who was still in a daze.

Bang, the soft sound of the cup being placed on the table awakened Ya Ling, who was stuck in memory, and when she came back to her senses, Fang Linchen's face turned ugly again.

"Why did you leave that day?"

Ya Ling shrank her head and took a sip of milk tea: "It's nothing, it's just a change of environment."

"Yaling, I don't want to hear another lie, do you hear me clearly?"

Fang Linchen has already suppressed her anger quite a bit. Ya Ling can see this, and she also knows that if she makes up another meaningless excuse, she will end badly. Pick up the car, and the destination is Fang's house where she escaped.

It seems
Can't avoid it.

"Why don't you give her a chance?"

Yaling suddenly raised her head and asked this sentence, pinching the cup lightly with her fingers, her fingertips felt a little sore: "You obviously haven't had any feelings for me!"

(End of this chapter)