In the morning, Ann knew the house.

Bo Jichuan is standing in front of the bus, just as he did a few days ago, coming to see Ann know how to go to work.

standing downstairs, he looked up at the upstairs. He was a little fidgety and pulled his short black hair on his forehead. If Ann didn't know that he would come down later, he really wanted to smoke.

his impatience came from last night. He sent several wechat messages, but Ann knew it, but he didn't reply a word.

a few days ago, although she was indifferent to him, she would return after half an hour.

but...