"Sister".

Fang Songqi immediately frowned, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Even the words fully reflect her displeasure.

"Hey, hey, right away, right away."

I didn't plan to reply again, but something suddenly came to mind when I thought of it, Fang Songqi pursed his lips and typed out another line: "Does it hurt?"

After a pause of about two minutes, a text message came in: "Sister, you haven't come to see me for a long time."

You can sniff between the lines the other party's cautious begging.

Fang Songqi raised his hand to cover his eyes, and exhaled a deep breath: "Say it again."

After sending, the phone was thrown away, and she got up and paced to the floor-to-ceiling window, standing with her arms crossed.

All the curtains were pulled back on. The night sky above the glorious lights of the city resembles a black and blue flannel, with the occasional faint diamond glimmer.

Fang Songqi flipped out the cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, and when he lit it with a lighter, there was a stinging pain in his palm.

In fact, on the way back, I found that the four slaps were too hard, and her palms were still red, and even slightly swollen.

Thinking of Zhou Ze's last blood-red and miserable white face, her eyes darkened, she took a cigarette, took a puff, and then leaned close to the window and slowly spit it out.

The smoke swirled around the glass and dispersed.

She didn't feel much anymore, and at that moment, she was really angry.

Anger has nothing to do with Zhou Ze's betrayal. If you follow what Zhou Ze said as an analogy, then anyone who is bitten by his own dog will be angry.

After four slaps, the two broke up completely. She had expected such a day, but she didn't expect it to end up like this.

Scatter it, just disperse, anyway, I fished him for half a year, and I didn't even smell a fart, her patience was exhausted, and I didn't waste it so much if I had time.

Irritably extinguishing the cigarette butt, Fang Songqi walked back to the coffee table, held a cup in each of his left and right hands, touched it, and drank it one by one. The mint smoke in his mouth was strong, and as soon as the red wine was in his mouth, the entire chest cavity was cold and cold.

Lying on her back on the sofa on all fours, she suddenly felt a little sad.

It seems that some master has said that even if you don't love it, the dog will have feelings for a long time.

Fang Songqi pondered, her sadness probably came from this.

Thoughts flashed, Fang Songqi added the residual wine on his lips, tilted his head, and fell asleep directly.

I don't know how long it took, the door card "ticked" softly.

She didn't notice the movement at first, until the constant sound of water disturbed her good sleep, and she rolled over and looked up in the direction of the sound of water with sleepy eyes.

The bright white light from the bathroom diluted some of the ambiguity of the lamp.

Scratching his hair with a yawn, Fang Songqi got up and stepped on his high heels.

"Click" and "Click" are tacitly intertwined into a song.

The high-heeled "click" stopped by the door, and the "click" in the bathroom stopped at the same time.

The bathroom door was not closed, and it was wide open, and it seemed very deliberate, as if it were silently inviting her in.

Fang Songqi looked in.

The fruit man inside who was taking a shower was also looking out.

"Which vixen was hooked away by him first and stayed in the middle of the night before he turned to me?" "From top to bottom, I haven't seen him for a few months, and when I see him, I see him like this, and he still looks like a dog.

"Is it pretty?" Lin Shinian asked rhetorically.

Fang Songqi focused on the center of his golden triangle and hooked his red lips, which had been depicted in detail: "It's not that I haven't seen a better one." ”

"Just that little white face you raised?"

Fang Songqi caught that when he asked this sentence, his expression shook with obvious disdain.