Cold wind, through Ning Meng''s pajamas, into her skin, cold wisps into the bone marrow, let her play a cold shiver. But she did not move, looking at the man in front of her.


    Moonlight, like water, sprinkled on him. He slightly hunched back, seems to have been unable to bear the weight of those missing, the profile of the side face is clear, the fingertips of the movement of cigarettes, skilled and heartbreaking.


    He raised his hand, put it in the ashtray in front of the car, and then took a hard sip. When his thin lips were open and spit out, he finally realized something and turned his head.


    Through the smoke, the two face each other.


    At that moment, Ning Meng clearly saw Huo Beichen''s eyes dilated. Although there was no expression on his face, there was a panic in his eyes. As if he had been discovered the deepest secret in his heart, people who used to be above and beyond the reach of the world were in a bit of a mess at the moment.


    A kind of sour and narrow feeling came to my mind.


    Ning Meng tries to hold the rising moisture in her eyes and take a heavy step. She just moves closer to him step by step.


    When the man saw her move, he seemed to realize something. He quickly put out the smoke and strode forward.


    From the parking space to the corridor entrance, Ning Meng felt like he had walked for a century.


    As the man walked, he unbuttoned his overcoat. When he came to her, he had taken off his clothes and put them on her directly. Then he said in a hoarse voice, "how are you getting down?"


    The coat with the smell of tobacco, wrapped in the warmth of his body, just draped on his body, as if to resist the cold for her, to support her a world, so that just cold limbs, gradually have the temperature.


    Inside the man''s overcoat, he only wore a shirt thinner than her pajamas, but he seemed to have no feeling. He was quite straight. It seemed that the man who had just been bent by something was not like him


    Instead of answering his question, Ning Meng asked, "how did you come?"


    The man hesitated for a moment and carefully replied, "it''s a little insomnia."


    Insomnia


    Insomnia for a week?


    Every day, he has to go to work, have meetings and deal with various matters of the company, but he can''t sleep at night. Ning Meng doesn''t know why he has insomnia, so he continues to ask: "insomnia, what are you doing here?"


    Huo Beichen looked at her, his eyes were deep, which made people panic. He always felt that it seemed to have some magic power, and people would fall if they were not careful.


    The man also seems to be very tired, in Ning Meng''s heart is full of panic, he opened his mouth low: "closer to you, it''s more reassuring."


    So, he waited downstairs every night just to get closer to her?


    Ning Meng doesn''t know how his dependent mood comes from, or why the man is full of friendship with her, but at this moment, in the middle of the night, are these things still important?


    It doesn''t matter.


    All she knew was that she didn''t want to see him in such a mess. Now she was very distressed.


    Ning Meng held out his hand to him: "go up?"


    The man moves slightly. It seems that Ning Meng will let him go upstairs, but he quickly holds her hand and laughs: "OK."


    Two people go to the direction of the elevator, along the way, no one speaks, but the hands are not separated.


    It wasn''t until entering the warm room that Ning Meng turned around and looked at him: "can I ask you a question?"