"What have you eaten in these days, what hotels live, is there any clothes?" She tried to find a topic.
"I still have something for a while, I don't talk about these irrelevant." Square and Shahwa said cold, "Do you have anything else?"
Feel the attitude of his cold ice, she touched the soreness in my heart, still pulling a relaxed tone, "I came back early."
"Know it." He wanted to hang, she quickly said, "Wait."
There have been more impatient in his tone. "What else?"
"Take care of yourself." Her voice has a strong affection, "my husband, I am waiting for you at home."
Tell, take the initiative to hang up the phone.
The Fang Shaohua on the other side stared at the mobile phone and had a long time.
He is an orphan, although there is a pain that has been raised, inner, still lacks a sense of belonging.
Her family is waiting for him at home.
I deeply touched his inner heart, let him lack him, feel warm.
And Hongsheng Community, Sun Jiamo hung up and went to the sofa of the living room.
The hourly worker is being organized, "Mrs." Mrs. "Mrs." Mrs. "The bed bill in the main bedroom has not been washed twice, today the sun is good, do you want to take it out to clean?"
Sun Jiamao flashed in his eyes, "What bed is not washed for two years?"
"On the upper left corner of the wardrobe, the young master is specially closed, saying that it is not allowed."
She did not finish, Sun Jiama wore slippers into the master bedroom, walked in the upper right corner of the wardrobe door, only saw a bed cotton, "didn't see the sheets?"
"I will help you take it down." Gao Ru moved the chair, standing on the chair, moved the cotton shot, and suddenly a bed stacked neat sheet behind the cotton.
Sun Jiamou took the sheets and was very confused. "What is the best to collect so good."
Said, shake the bed, and I found a long-awaited blood stain in the middle of the sheets, "This is ..."
Well, according to her thoughts, it is not bloody.
I remember that I have a relationship with Shahhua in the guest house, the sheets are white, but it is not this light blue.
Not yourself. that……
Sun Jiamu has made faces, and the eyes are looking to the hourly workers. "Gao Yan, do you know what is the blood on this bed?"
Gao Ru low hangs, wants to say, "I ... I am a lower person, I don't really say it."
"Let's talk about it."
"Mrs., I am looking at you. I don't want you to be pitted by the pit. I told you." Gao Ru seems to be determined to open, "this is probably two years ago. One day Mr. Fang Shaohua was drunk, Miss Fang Xinxin came to accompany him, two people ... "
Sun Jiamu frowned, "Wait, do you see them in your own eyes?"
"No."
"That don't abuse adjectives." Sun Jiamang flashed a lot.
Gao Ru quickly explained, "Yes, Mr. Fang was drunk, Miss Fang was here, I just invited false, or Miss Fang made me come over, Mr. Fang. After the wine, I saw it. This sheet, also reminds Mr. Fang, got a woman's innocence. He also said that he will be responsible. If I have a word, let me get a thunder! "
Sun Jiamou has a complex, half-awaited, "" OK, put the bed single, let go. "