Song Tianmo's sleeping words made Ling Fei's heart go up and down as if she had been scratched by a cat...... Is it sleeping in the company?

Overtime again?

It's not good to tell Song Tianmo directly that she is waiting for him to come back in the apartment, and Ling Fei has an idea: "Husband, before you go to bed, don't forget to help me water the pot of orchids I raised on the windowsill, it's been ten days, if you don't water it, I'm afraid it will die of thirst." ”

"Okay."

Song Tianmo agreed very happily.

Ling Fei's heart was mentioned in mid-air again, swaying, as if there was no support.

Woo.

Song Tianmo lied to her?

Ling Fei knew that her tentative behavior was a little cautious, but the result of the temptation really made her very uncomfortable.

"But not tonight, I'm not in the apartment at night, I'm back to the villa, tomorrow, I'll go watering tomorrow!"

Bang.

Ling Fei's high heart fell.

That's right...... Why did she pause, she was so scared that she almost died of sadness.

Ling Fei complained in her heart, but a bright smile bloomed on her pretty face again.

No wonder she waited left and right and didn't see anyone come back, it turned out that she went to the villa.

There is old man Song in the villa.

There are also Uncle Song, Aunt Song, Ling Fei thought that during the time that he followed him, Song Tianmo seemed to have a rare trip back to the villa.

Don't talk about it during the day, it's really rare to go back at night, I didn't know that Old Man Song was also in City C, but now I know, even if I think about Song Tianmo at this time, and then I want to see him soon, Ling Fei doesn't want to call him back willfully.

What's more, it's really not early.

Forget it, this surprise will be left for tomorrow, Ling Fei quickly made a decision in her heart, until she hung up the phone, and did not tell Song Tianmo that she had returned from the United States.

With Song Tianmo's news, Ling Fei, who hadn't found any good-looking TV shows, directly turned off the lights and went upstairs and entered the bedroom.

……

"Go to the imperial capital first!"

Early in the morning, coming out of the villa and sitting on the Cayenne, Song Tianmo instructed Li Hou to drive to the imperial capital apartment.

"Yes."

Li Hou didn't ask a word of superfluity, held the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car out of the villa steadily.

Song Tianmo leaned on the backrest, his expression was cold, his thin lips were pursed, and when he inadvertently turned his head to look out of the window, he saw a slender white figure standing on the side of the villa in the rearview mirror.

Staring at the figure for two seconds, Song Tianmo's eyes dimmed, raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his eyebrows, and then moved away.

More than forty minutes later, Cayenne drove straight into the underground parking lot of the Imperial Capital Apartment.

I had to go to the company for a while, Li Hou was waiting in the car, and Song Tianmo got on the elevator and arrived at the door of the apartment.

Opening the door and changing his shoes, Song Tianmo's eyes swept casually in the living room, and he walked into the balcony outside the kitchen.

Filling the shower with water, he carried the shower upstairs elegantly, the orchid that Ling Fei said was placed on the windowsill in the bedroom, and when he entered the living room upstairs, looking at the closed bedroom door, Song Tianmo raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He remembers that the bedroom door was open?

Did you forget to close the windows?

The wind blows?

Pushing open the door, before I could look at the window, I saw that the quilt on the originally neat big bed was spread out, and a ball bulged in the middle.

There was no figure in sight, but a wisp of black and green silk could be clearly seen scattered on the pillow.

Song Tianmo was stunned, and walked over quickly with the shower, Ling Fei was as delicate as jade, and his face with a hint of crimson instantly came into his eyes.

The air conditioning was turned on in the house.

The air is warm.

Half of Ling Fei's face was covered by the quilt, her head was deeply sunk into the pillow, and she slept very soundly.