"Yi Zehan. I don't know how many times Yi Zehan repeated the apology before he heard Ming Nuohan's mouth: "I was a very proud person before I met you, but you ruined my pride just now." ”

"I can give it back to you. Yi Zehan hung his head in frustration, and his hands and feet were cold: "As long as you are willing to forgive me." ”

"Why do you still kneel on the washboard?" she knew he wouldn't do, so she just said casually, how could he not be a proud man.

It is difficult for two proud people to be together, because they often can't find a balance between loving others and loving themselves, and the end result is that neither of them wants to condescend to love.

As soon as Ming Nuohan finished speaking, Yi Zehan let go of her, got up and left, he walked so decisively, and he didn't look back.

Just when she thought that Yi Zehan would not come back, she smelled a foul smell.

Yi Zehan came to her quickly with a big durian, did he think Starbucks was not tempting enough for him, so he wanted to invite her to eat durian?

With a "bang", Yi Zehan threw it to the ground, "I'll kneel, can I kneel on durian?"

What did he say? Before Ming Nuohan could react, Yi Zehan had already knelt on the spikes of the durian on his knees, his brows quickly twisted together, and a tingling pain came from his knees.

It's late at night, it's still raining, and there are basically no more people staying outside, but when he kneels, he doesn't care, and he doesn't care if there are onlookers, neatly and simply.

He was a hundred or dozens of pounds, and the strength of his whole body was pressed on his knees, and there was still a lot of rain on his forehead, or I don't know if it was rain or cold sweat.

Yi Zehan felt as if his two knees had been torn apart and shattered by stabs.

Netizens like to use the word "kneeling durian" to ridicule people who have made mistakes, but they haven't seen many people practice it themselves.

Yi Zehan's shirt was soaked with sweat, hidden under the suit jacket, and Ming Nuohan couldn't see it.

He didn't want to burden her psychologically, and tried his best to disguise his expression to make himself look less painful.

"Yi Zehan, are you crazy?" Ming Nuohan let go of his arms around him, trying to pull him up, but he couldn't help it.

Yi Zehan clasped her hand towards him, signaling her not to move him, as soon as his body moved, his knees were pierced deeper, "Ming Nuohan, I'll give you two choices." ”

"First, decide to break up, after the breakup I will never appear in front of you again, never. Yi Zehan's heart took a breath, his head swelled, and his eyes were sour: "Second, go home with me now, and you can't mention breaking up in the future, unless... One day you really don't love me anymore. ”

Ming Nuohan pulled him with all his strength, but he just couldn't get up, and the few seconds he waited for an answer were the longest and most difficult moments in his life for Yi Zehan, and before she could speak, one hand pressed her lips.

Think before you answer. Yi Zehan was afraid to hear her refusal, his face had begun to turn pale, without a trace of blood, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more, flowing down his face to his collarbone.

"You're threatening me. Minnuohan used an affirmative tone, but she couldn't blame him: "You get up first..."

"You are free. Yi Zehan was no longer coherent in his speech, and his legs knelt on the durian thorn and shook unconsciously: "In the future... No... No... Forcing you again. ”

His exposed skin was like a sauna, the sweat on his forehead flowed to his eyelids, and his eyes were dazzling, Ming Nuohan looked at his stubborn appearance, and became more and more anxious: "You get up quickly." ”

"Answer me. Yi Zehan gradually lost his physical strength, and his head began to spin, but he was still waiting for her answer: "Think slowly." ”

"No separation! No separation!" Ming Nuohan was really afraid that something would happen to him, and he was a little hysterical: "Isn't it okay not to mention it in the future?"

"Hurry up. Hearing the expected answer, Yi Zehan's pale face finally showed a smile, but Ming Nuohan cried and pulled Yi Zehan's arm, "Hurry up..."

Yi Zehan wanted to stand up, but because of the pain, his legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground, Ming Nuohan hurriedly supported him and kicked the durian away: "You will do whatever I say, are you a fool?"

"At least you gave the fool a chance. The knees of Yi Zehan's black trousers were wet in several places, I don't know if it was sweat or blood, but the durian that was rolling away was stained with some of his blood, and the flat trousers were also wrinkled, and there were traces left by durian thorns on them: "You tell me what happened today." ”

"I hate Lin Miaomiao. She helped Yi Zehan to sit on the stairs, picked up one of his trouser legs, and there were wounds of different lengths and depths on his knees, some of which were even bleeding, and she was worried when she saw it: "Also, you really scared me." ”

"You shouldn't have the idea of giving me up to anyone else. Yi Zehan didn't look at his wounds, and kept staring at Ming Nuohan: "No one can do it." ”

"I never had this idea, I was just in a bad mood, and you scared me, so my brain was very messy at the time..." Are you a psychopath..."

Ming Nuohan put down his trouser leg and put her hand into his suit to hug him, but the place where his hand touched was all wet, and his pale face appeared in his mind, obviously Yi Zehan's fault, why did she blame herself so much now: "It's me who is too naïve today." ”

"It's normal for children to be naïve. Yi Zehan's voice was the same as before, and Ming Nuohan didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at him, otherwise tears would come out of his eyes again.

Yi Zehan's hand on her waist suddenly tightened, Ming Nuohan was stimulated by this sudden touch, and subconsciously shrank out, Yi Zehan thought she was leaving, and said with more force: "You promised me, saying that you want to go home with me." ”

"I have back pain. Ming Nuohan plucked up the courage to look at him, and his face finally regained a little blood: "You let go of your hand a little..."

Hearing that she said that she would not leave, Yi Zehan relieved his heart and lifted the hem of her back with his hand, and there was a bruise from a stick on her fair skin.

In the afternoon at the bar, she said she had back pain, and he just thought she was throwing a tantrum.

"Who beat him? Could it be your stepfather?" Yi Zehan took the person in his arms again, this time avoiding his waist and hugging his shoulders, because when she came to find her, she was indeed from her parents' house: "If someone else bullies you, I will definitely help you out, but you... This... I... It's not good... bar..."

Anyway, it's a future father-in-law?

His unbridled imagination made Ming Nuohan burst into tears and laughed: "Then you can't bear to watch him beat me? Why do you call me when you admit your mistake? I'm your baby." ”

"What should I do then?" Yi Zehan scratched his head and thought for a long time: "I listen to you, what do you want me to do." ”

The rain almost stopped, and Ming Nuohan didn't tease him anymore: "Actually, it was accidentally hit by those little kids on the set, it's okay, it doesn't hurt." ”

Before going home, Ming Nuohan didn't forget to pick up the latte and tiramisu that she had forgotten aside, the coffee had already cooled, a bit of a pity, and now when I look at it, the Starbucks next to me doesn't know when the door was closed, and they tossed for most of the day, and neither of them had dinner.

"Why don't you eat tiramisu and refuel. ”

After all, kneeling for a long time.

Yi Zehan lost too much fluid all over his body, looked at Ming Nuohan who was drinking latte, and his Adam's apple moved: "Feed me." ”

Ming Nuohan hadn't swallowed the coffee in his mouth yet, he did a few seconds of mental construction, stretched his head in front of Yi Zehan, and he moved his head: "Don't seduce me, I don't want to kneel." ”

Ming Nuohan, who was tricked by him, picked up the durian that was kicked away by himself, and deliberately said: "Durian is very expensive, it can't be wasted, it's delicious and practical." ”

Yi Zehan looked at the bloodstained durian in her hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "I'll take it." ”

Ming Nuohan once again realized his innocence, because as soon as Yi Zehan got the durian, he threw it into the trash can, making the other garbage in the trash can tremble in pain.

"It's very expensive!" Ming Nuohan stood by the trash can, looking at the durian at the bottom of the bucket, it was really a loser: "Waste of money." ”

"It hurts. Yi Zehan's legs were still a little weak, so he directly pulled the person away, pretending to be pitiful to win her sympathy: "Xiaonuo, I hurt." ”

On the way back was Ming Nuohan's car, she always wanted to drive his car, originally it was only a twenty-minute walk from Yi Zehan's house, Ming Nuohan stepped on the accelerator, and it was a few minutes away.

She wanted to use the excuse of not knowing the road to soar a little longer, but she was worried that Yi Zehan's wound would become infected after a long time.

When he arrived at Yi Zehan's house, Ming Nuohan pressed him to the sofa and rolled up his trouser legs, the blood was no longer flowing, but it was not completely scabbed, and there was only alcohol in the medicine box, and Ming Nuohan was a little unable to do it: "Alcohol is N times more painful than iodine, why don't I find a towel to stuff in your mouth?"

"I'll do it myself. Yi Zehan took the alcohol and cotton swab from Ming Nuohan's hand, and didn't shout the whole time, just shed a little cold sweat.

"Lift up your clothes yourself. After treating his wounds, Yi Zehan picked up Yunnan Baiyao and gave her medicine: "Let the actors in your crew improve their professionalism and don't hurt my baby again." ”

Minnohan lifted his clothes and exposed his back in front of him, and the cold mist liquid sprayed on his back, which had an analgesic effect.

After taking the medicine, she went to the bedroom to get her bag, pushed open the door and found that the room was in a mess, just like before she ran out, the bed was full of traces of her struggle, the quilt was also kicked to the ground, and there was a bathrobe that Yi Zehan hurriedly changed when he chased her just now, and a towel to wipe her face, and the door of the wardrobe did not have time to close.

"Don't look. Yi Zehan chased from the living room to the door of the bedroom, covering Ming Nuohan's eyes, afraid that the scene in front of her reminded her of what happened here not long ago, "Wait for me to clean up for a while, or sleep in the second bedroom, the second bedroom is very clean." ”

It was hard for Ming Nuohan to imagine that Yi Zehan, who had always been in order, would have such a flustered and embarrassed side, and the culprit was himself.