Yan Xiaomo only felt that Linglong's gaze was looking towards her, but her gaze was not on her, but on Zhao Ziheng's body.

Do these two know each other? Yan Xiaomo suppressed the doubts in her heart and looked at the two cautiously.

I saw a meaningful smile in her beautiful eyes.

But Zhao Ziheng didn't raise his eyes to look at Linglong at all, he still drank tea lightly, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, and he kept himself out of the matter.

"It's kind of interesting." Linglong turned around and left after leaving this sentence, which was said to Zhao Ziheng.

Yan Xiaomo's small hand pushed towards Zhao Ziheng's arm, with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Do you know that Linglong?" ”

Zhao Ziheng lowered his eyes, sneered, and said with a hint of coldness: "I don't know." ”

He wasn't lying, he hadn't seen or touched Linglong, he had just heard the name.

Yan Xiaomo didn't believe what Zhao Ziheng said, if she didn't know her, how could Linglong turn around and look at him meaningfully, there were so many people in the restaurant, she didn't look at Zhao Ziheng, isn't it weird? Could it be that Linglong looked at Zhao Ziheng's face?

After all, Zhao Ziheng is dignified and talented, and there is no one who can be compared with Zhao Ziheng in the restaurant.

Yan Xiaomo didn't ask much, Zhao Ziheng didn't want to say it, so he didn't say it.

At night, Yan Xiaomo lay in bed, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, perhaps because the weather was a little hot and dry, and she didn't feel sleepy.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Yan Xiaomo looked towards the door vigilantly.

"It's me."

Zhao Ziheng's deep voice sounded outside.

Yan Xiaomo breathed a sigh of relief, opened the quilt and walked towards the door, opened the door, Zhao Ziheng slammed in, hugged her tightly in his arms, and Zhao Ziheng, who had a strong smell of wine, hugged her tightly.

"Zhao Ziheng, you, what's wrong with you?" Yan Xiaomo stammered a little.

If it weren't for Zhao Ziheng's lack of action, she would really push the man in her arms away.

"Xiaomo, let me hug for a while, hold for a while." Zhao Ziheng's tone was trembling, and his voice was full of pleading.

Yan Xiaomo didn't push the man in her arms away after all, and let Zhao Ziheng hug herself tightly.

"Why do you drink so much?" Yan Xiaomo asked.

It's just that Yan Xiaomo didn't get an answer from Zhao Ziheng, and when she looked up, she found that the man holding her had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

The corners of Yan Xiaomo's mouth twitched slightly, she didn't expect this man to be able to fall asleep even if he was standing.

sighed, carefully helped Zhao Ziheng towards the bed, and let Zhao Ziheng lie on the bed.

I wanted to give Zhao Ziheng some water to drink, but this person hugged her arm tightly and didn't allow her to leave.

"Don't, don't leave, I...... Nothing, nothing. Zhao Ziheng whispered in a dream, and the strength of his hand made Yan Xiaomo's hand red.

Yan Xiaomo's empty hand touched Zhao Ziheng's forehead, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, "You have to hang yourself from a tree." ”

"You're trying to make me forget you, aren't you?" Yan Xiaomo said angrily, and couldn't wait to twist his hand on Zhao Ziheng's face.

But she couldn't do it, and she didn't dare to do anything wrong with Zhao Ziheng's face, in case he woke up miserable.