Cynthia gently brushed her hair, tucked it all back behind her ear, and stared at her phone. The chat box is full of messages sent to her boyfriend, turning over for a long time is their message, and there is no reply.

Although I have talked with my boyfriend for almost a year, I know that the police are often very busy, but my heart is still very anxious, on the one hand, I want to understand my boyfriend, on the other hand, I lack of security.

He always said he was going on a mission, and sometimes he didn't even say it, and then one ordinary, most ordinary night, he disappeared without warning. Occasionally, there are a few times when you can make a phone call when you are missing, but you answer it for a few seconds and then hang up. The few seconds he answered, he quickly said, "I'm busy, I'll call you later." Is the only comfort. Because it must have turned off when I tried again.

There's also a point that can't be ignored is Cynthia right not to know that boyfriends disappear like this all the time? Are cops really like this?

The "click" was the sound of a key turning a doorknob, and it was supposed to be the return of her roommate Isabella, a girl from a good family who could afford college tuition and such a nice apartment in the middle of New York.

Cynthia was an orphan, and the only reason she was able to live here and study law here from China was because she had a good sponsor and a very optimistic attitude.

Of course, the main reason is that the sponsor, who has been supporting Cynthia since she became an adult, gives her sufficient funds without saying or asking for anything in return. He also helped to contact this apartment, just hoping that Cynthia can have a comfortable and safe environment to study hard when she goes abroad.

Although she didn't see him often, Cynthia knew he was a very nice man

There was a clatter, and Isabella sounded very anxious, walking very fast, not even changing her shoes, and stepping on the floor 'tattered'. There was also the sound of some bags rubbing against clothes.

The voice came quickly to the door of Cynthia's room, and Isabella knocked twice symbolically before opening the door and sticking her head in.

Through the door can see Isabella's big smile and her hand-slung Louis Vuitton shopping bag, it seems to be buying some other bag or something.

Rarely did she give Cynthia such a sincere smile, and Cynthia was somewhat flattered.

"Didn't you hear the noise next door? Someone finally moved into the apartment next door, and it was a very handsome man with an amazing body! I could even see the outline of his muscles through his clothes."

It was to share gossip. No wonder she laughed so happily. Cynthia was relieved to find out.

Cynthia turned off her phone before answering Isabella: "Oh... Isn't it? I didn't notice the noise next door."

Isabella glanced up and down at Cynthia, really jealous of her hair, so shiny: "How can you not hear that loud noise? I see you're waiting for your boyfriend to hear back again, and you don't want me to be rude, your handsome cop boyfriend must be very popular, and it's stupid for a poor guy like you to go to college with someone else's money to think that he's serious about talking to you, and besides, you may not be able to stay in the United States after graduation, stay in New York, someone might want to find a new girlfriend now."

Sure enough, talking to her was no good, and Cynthia's temper rose quickly: "Close the door and go back to your room. If you can't talk, shut your mouth." Before Cynthia had even finished her words Isabella had backed away to close the door. Although closed the door but still could hear her nagging "OK, who can not see that his boyfriend is not serious, kindly remind her that two sentences have been very good, who will be so kind as me..."

Cynthia let out a long sigh. Wasn't Derek serious? But he was really nice to himself when he wasn't missing, and was he really talking to other women at the same time?

Although Isabella's words were very unpleasant, Cynthia had to admit that they were entirely possible.

"Gollum", the stomach is vibrating, it is time to eat, but the food in the refrigerator seems not enough, we have to go to the supermarket downstairs to buy some more, although there is someone to support but can not afford to eat out. Cynthia felt as though the ingredients were being used a little faster this time, and she had a reasonable suspicion that Isabella had been too lazy to come downstairs and had secretly used hers. Because their two refrigerators are strictly divided into the refrigerated part the frozen part and the frozen part, hers seems to have been empty for a day or two. However, this cannot be used as key evidence, it is entirely possible that the lady did not want to cook for herself and went out to eat for a few days.

After combing her hair a little, Cynthia's hair is the most classic Chinese black, with an oily sheen, like fine satin, just look at it can imagine how silky it is. Change into something casual to go out in, darken your eyebrows, paint a bright red lip, and go out without any further steps.

As soon as I went out, I saw my neighbor's door was wide open, and several workers were moving around. The neighbor, whom Isabella called the awesome guy, was standing in the doorway. How does Cynthia know this is an awesome neighbor? Because he is awesome!

He was just casually standing in the doorway with one hand on the doorframe and the other hand on his waist. Supervise the workers inside. Because of the akimbo, Cynthia was able to see his round and full hips very directly. Even though he was wearing a simple, even baggy T-shirt, Cynthia could see the muscles looming beneath it, and she couldn't help but picture him without clothes, a completely unconscious imagination.

As Cynthia closed the door, no, exactly before she closed the door, before she could make a sound, he seemed to sense something turning his head and meeting Cynthia's eyes with precision. It was strange, Cynthia was wearing soft-soled shoes, and their apartment doors were five meters or so apart, but he just turned his head. His eyes are so deep, blue eyes like the deep sea, once sunk in it seems to suck people, addicted to it. At the sound of the door closing, Cynthia's heart suddenly quickened.

Cynthia drew closer, her heart racing, for she felt an unwanted crush on her new neighbor.

The handsome man turned to face Cynthia completely, his hands stuck in the pockets of his jeans, and the suction of his eyes seemed to be greater. His well-groomed brown hair and perfect figure gave him an aristocratic air that seemed out of place in this day and age, but was clearly visible, as if he was tired of everything and took everything for granted. Like tired of everything, all people and things like food and water to look at.

Cynthia took two steps forward and waved her hand and said, "Hello, are you the new neighbor?"

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and his eyes looked straight at Cynthia, who felt a tingling sensation up her spine that Cynthia had never felt before. Cynthia surrendered at once and looked away, pretending to observe his interior decoration.

Cynthia's room was warm, a mix of brown and khaki, and it would have been cozy with a little soft music.

His room is black, white, and gray tone, furniture is also very little, not particularly depressing but very simple. What is particularly striking is that the living room has a large bookcase with a very large number of books on it.

When Cynthia looked away, the man responded, but his eyes continued to follow her. "Yes, my name is Ethan." He held out his hand.

Cynthia held out her hand, too. "Cynthia."

Ethan put out a fake smile: "Oh, beautiful name for beautiful you."

Cynthia was glad to hear the compliment, but when she saw his smile she wondered if he was really praising herself.

Her heart was still beating fast, and she was sure she couldn't stay any longer, so she had to say something flattering: "Since we are neighbors, we can take care of each other in the future, and if there is anything you need, please come to me anytime, OK?" I have something to do and I'll go first, see you next time!"

Ethan still had that fake smile: "When is the next specific day?" If it's you asking me, I think I'm available."

What was the matter with this man, Cynthia growled, did he really not understand or was he playing a trick on her?

Ethan saw all kinds of emotions on Cynthia's face and her silence and laughed happily. Cynthia was pretty sure he was just having fun with herself and stared at Ethan with a slightly more serious expression.

"Why are you looking at me with such a fierce expression when you said you wanted to date me next time?" Ethan emphasized the words "fierce" and "dating".

Cynthia leaves Ethan's room with a heavy heart and heads downstairs to the supermarket to do some shopping. In the hallway, she ruminated over the conversation and wondered how she would react to her 'confident' new neighbor.

Even when Cynthia hurried through the supermarket to pick up ingredients, her mood was not entirely calm. She went from shelf to shelf, constantly picking up ingredients, but always distracted.

To make matters worse, when she went to check out, she realized that the only thing she had with her was the key she had grabbed on the way out the door. Her heart clenched, she felt embarrassed and helpless, and she stood at the cash register in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Then a somewhat familiar voice suddenly rang out: "Can I help you?"

Cynthia looked up and saw Ethan standing beside her with a playful smile on his brow.

She was surprised. Had this fellow been following her all along? She didn't notice, and with a slightly embarrassed look, she said, "Yes, I forgot my wallet."

Ethan smiled, his eyes flashed a light of ridicule: "Careless beauty is it?" Do you want me to save you?"

Cynthia laughed and felt better when she heard what he said. She nodded and looked at him gratefully. "If the knight will."

After leaving the supermarket, although Ethan still has a playful smile on his face, his hand still naturally mentions Cynthia's shopping bag: "Beautiful women should not carry such heavy things, that is not your job."