The next morning, Ling Fei woke up in Song Tianmo's arms.

Her head rested on Song Tianmo's arm.

The two faced each other.

Song Tianmo's other arm gently wrapped around her waist.

The curtains in the room were not drawn, and at a glance you could see the already bright sky outside.

The eye-catching purple luxury curtains made Ling Fei stunned, and then she remembered that this was not the imperial capital apartment, but in the presidential suite of the blue water mansion.

She didn't reply last night.

And at noon today, she was going to leave by plane.

Travel to the United States.

It is expected that he will not come back before the Chinese New Year.

Song Tianmo still has to stay in the company, although he said before that he would come to see her, but ...... The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and his parents and Mr. Song are in the villa, so it is not certain whether he can come.

She should not see Song Tianmo for a long time.

Ling Fei blinked.

Her eyes fell on Song Tianmo's sleeping face that had not yet woken up, and before she left, she seemed to have begun to miss him.

Ling Fei raised her hand.

Touch his face.

Using his slender fingers like jade to trace his eyebrows, his eyes, and his sexually perfect thin lips, after a while, Song Tianmo's brows furrowed slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Ling Fei was startled and retracted her fingers violently.

She slept late enough last night.

When he fell asleep, he remembered that Song Tianmo hadn't come back yet, and Ling Fei didn't want to wake him up...... She held her breath, and when Song Tianmo let go of her frowning brow, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The phone is just around the corner.

She quietly took her phone.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

It's not too sooner or too late.

Ling Fei was about to put her phone down, looking at Song Tianmo's quiet handsome face out of the corner of her eyes, her heart moved, and she took a photo of Song Tianmo's sleeping face with the mobile phone camera.

Song Tianmo is handsome.

It's very photogenic.

is just such a casual shot, it is also as handsome as a painting, and Song Tianmo, who is asleep, is less cold when he is awake on weekdays, and the whole person is much softer and warmer, which makes Ling Fei love it more and more, and can't help but take a few more photos.

She was careful not to alarm Song Tianmo.

Later, she felt that she always felt that there was something missing when she only photographed Song Tianmo alone, so she switched positions, leaned her face over, and took a photo of the two.

In the group photo, Ling Fei opened her eyes, the corners of her lips curved, and smiled very sweetly.

Song Tianmo closed his eyes quietly.

Ling Fei propped her chin, looked at the photo of the two, and then looked back at Song Tianmo, her apricot eyes were full of tenderness and affection.

She didn't dare to touch his face again for fear of waking Song Tianmo up, but she was not afraid in the photo.

Ling Fei couldn't help but enlarge the photo, and used her fingers to playfully depict Song Tianmo's perfect facial features, and she couldn't see Song Tianmo for a long time, but with these photos, she could also relieve her lovesickness a little.

"Song Tianmo!"

Ling Fei muttered softly and leaned her mouth over, kissed the thin lips of the person in the photo, her eyes were shining, and her pretty face involuntarily turned red, like a peach blossom in March, very delicate.

"What are you doing?"

The sudden low and hoarse voice woke up Ling Fei, who was enjoying herself, her heart trembled, her hand shook, and the phone fell on the bed with a snap.

"Hey, you're awake!" Ling Fei glanced back at Song Tianmo, and reached out to pick up the phone.

Song Tianmo, who had just woken up, looked lazy, and the movements in his hands were faster than hers, and he grabbed the mobile phone first.

As soon as he woke up, he saw Ling Fei with a smile on his face and couldn't put it down and kissed his mobile phone, which made him faintly jealous and even more curious.