Three years of love

Chapter 177 Go to hell (1)
In the evening, the chilly wind in early spring wakes me up surprisingly.

He looked up at the clock hanging in the living room, it was one o'clock in the morning.

Shaking his head vaguely, his half-awake eyes showed some doubts, why hasn't Yang come back?

This has never happened in this period of time.Since he opened up his knot that night, Tang Zhanyang has put her more and more in his heart.I usually go home at eight or nine in the evening, and I haven't seen anyone so late, but this is the first time in the past two months.

Frowning slightly, he sat up, leaned half of his body on the sofa, shook his head casually, played the few strands of hair that sneaked in front of his face because he accidentally fell asleep just now, his eyes were half-closed, and the tip of his tongue stuck out his red eyes casually. Turning the lips around, the seductive style is revealed.

Fortunately, no one else is here, otherwise, no man can escape such a temptation, right?
Shall I make a phone call?

One o'clock in the morning... nothing will happen, right?
Just when she was hesitating, the mobile phone she had thrown aside rang.

Rejoicing from the bottom of my heart, I picked it up quickly, "Yang? Where are you, and you haven't come back so late?"

"I'm out for entertainment, and I may have to go back very late tonight, so don't wait for me, go to bed early."

"it is good……"

Cheng Mu'an responded feebly, but in his heart, he had already cursed thousands of times, socializing...

On the other end of the phone, it seemed that someone was urging, and someone from Tang hung up the phone in a hurry while answering "here we are".

He hung up on her...

This recognition made Cheng Mu'an feel uneasy.

He actually hung up on her?
It's horrible...

All the drowsiness disappeared, and there was only anger towards a certain man in my heart.

Turning on the TV, there were not many theaters left after midnight, and the same medical and beauty advertisements made her dull.

Bored in every possible way, she simply sat at the desk and practiced calligraphy, scribbling and scribbling stroke by stroke.However, the words written were nothing more than those three - Tang Zhanyang.After a while, several pages of paper were completely painted by her, remembering what happened to someone just now, she resentfully intensified the strokes in her hand, the handwriting that was about to penetrate the back of the paper made Cheng Mu'an laugh dumbfounded.However, looking down at the few pages of paper on the table, a certain person tilted his head, cut his lips, and drew circles on it with a pen as if he still couldn't understand his hatred.

"Tang Zhanyang, damn Tang Zhanyang..."

"How dare you hang up on my phone..."

"Humph……"

With one stroke of a sentence, Cheng Muan bore the anger in Cheng Muan's heart, and penetrated the back of the paper with great force.

Rushui's music sounded again, it was a mobile phone!
Realizing this idea, the first feeling was that Tang Zhanyang called back again, and ran over thoughtfully, picked it up, rolled his eyes, and said in a slightly smug tone, "Why did you call back after you hung up the phone? "

"..."

Cheng Mu'an was a little surprised by the silence on the phone, "Yang, talk?"

"..."

After another period of silence, there were some sparse voices on the phone.

Ji Er, there was a hoarse, low, hesitant and uncertain male voice, "...An...Ann?"

"I am, are you...?"

It's so late, who is calling?

"Is that you? An An..."

The urgent and hasty voice on the phone made Cheng Mu'an's mind suddenly ring.

The past, at this moment, was blown open a seam of memory.

This person is...

(End of this chapter)