Throughout the night, Luo Yan was extremely cooperative with Yemo's request.

He asked her to do everything, and she did it all, and she used the most shameful postures.

The mobile phone resting on the bedside kept ringing, but the two were immersed in joy. In love, even if you hear it, no one has the intention of picking up the phone.

After Yemo was completely finished, it was already dawn.

Luo Yan lay on the bed, pulling the quilt across her body, because she was too tired, she seemed to have reached the point where she could fall into a deep sleep when she closed her eyes.

Ye Moguo sat on the head of the bed and lost his mind, and occasionally, his eyes would look at the woman sleeping next to him, and he continued to lose his mind when he looked at it.

"Night Ink ......"

The woman's soft voice brought Yemo back to her senses.

He woke up, but realized that she was just talking in her sleep.

It's a pity that she only said the word 'night ink', and there was no follow-up.

But don't think about it, in her dreams, he must be a nightmare.

He laughed to himself, chuckling, and withdrew his gaze from her.

Glancing at the bedside table and remembering that there would be a constant stream of phone calls, he reached for it anyway.

Unlock the screen and find the communication record of the missed call, at a glance, it is an unfamiliar number, and it is not a domestic mobile phone number at all.

The mobile phone number above is a ten-digit number starting with 06......

It's a call from France!

"Tranquility?"

Yemo's pupils suddenly contracted, and the hand holding the phone was bruised.

As if to verify something, Yemo didn't even think about it, so he called the phone back.

The phone beeped and it was connected.

But the people on both ends of the phone have their own concerns, and no one has the intention of speaking.

Night Ink Jian's eyebrows frowned slightly, his throat rolled slightly, he lowered his gaze, his eyes that had always been sharp and deep, but at this moment there was a trace of emptiness and trance.

After a while, he spoke, but his voice could not hear any emotion, perhaps he was deliberately pretending to be indifferent.

"Is that you?" He didn't even say his name, just asked—"Is that you?" ”

He was answered by a deliberately suppressed sob.

The indifference he had disguised collapsed in an instant!

He jerked off the quilt and got out of bed, pulled a bath towel around his waist, and walked briskly to the living room.

His movement was so loud that even Luo Yan in his sleep was awakened.

Luo Yan slowly opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and looked around, only to find that the room was empty, there was no shadow of night ink at all, but the door was open.

He's gone?

Luo Yanhu got out of bed suspiciously, found his shirt and put it on his body, and walked out of the bedroom.

The hotel room is a one-bedroom living room, Luo Yan can see the hall as long as he walks to the door, and at this moment, a long figure is standing on the balcony of the hall, with his back to her on the phone.

Luo Yan returned to the bedroom and found a long black trench coat from Yemo.

She hugged his long trench coat and approached in the direction of the balcony.

She stepped barefoot on the floor, her steps were light, like a kitten walking, and she didn't make a sound.

Yemo was very alert, if it was a normal time, he would have discovered her a long time ago, but now, he was unaware of her approach.

Luo Yan swore that she didn't mean to eavesdrop on Yemo's phone call, and she didn't know which tendon she was wrong, she saw that he only had a bath towel, so she stood on the open-air balcony to make a phone call, she felt cold, so she decided to send him a coat.

But......