As long as she doesn't touch the bottom line, she won't turn her face with people she hates. But now, Feng Shilan's words and deeds have made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She closed her eyes heavily, hugged her arms, opened her lips, and before she could spit out half a word, Shen Feibai suddenly raised her arm and touched the top of her head, rubbed it gently, a trace of pampering and helplessness appeared in her eyes, and the corners of her lips smiled: "Xiaoyou has been chased by many people since he was a child, and I am used to it." ”

For the first time, Zhou Jiyou realized what sluggishness is.

She stared at him intently, stunned, as if the voices of the whole world were overlapping and ethereal, and only his low-alcohol and magnetic voice kept echoing in his ears, he said, he was used to it.

Last time, when Jing Qiao's cousin had a treat, he joked that he had a long face for her; This time, not only the long face, but also the gold pasted on her face.

She was stunned, Feng Shilan pursed her lips even more, and the long-made abdominal manuscript stalk was delayed in her throat.

In the previous back and forth conversations, Zhou Jiyou was making a statement, and this man was silent, even if he made a nod in response, he had a restrained and quiet look, polite, but alienated.

Looking at him more closely at this moment, I found that his pupils were still as black as ink, but not as calm as water, but slightly rippling with gentle ripples.

With clear eyebrows and delicate eyes, coupled with his action of stroking Zhou Jiyou, Feng Shilan's mood is complicated and difficult to discern.

Shen Feibai rubbed her head very lightly, and at the end, seeing that a few strands of broken hair were still inevitably cocked, when he was about to withdraw his hand, he smoothed it back by the way to help her smooth it.

He looked very focused, his eyes falling on the top of her hair, not at her.

Zhou Jiyou raised his gaze slightly, swept his lips lightly, and went straight up to those deep and peaceful eyes.

Coincidentally, he straightened her hair and lowered her eyebrows, and met her gaze, the corners of his lips were slightly spread, and his smile was moist and clear.

She didn't hide or dodge, she watched carefully. His eyes were like a deep pool, very deep, and flowing.

The love that she was ignited by Feng Shilan was crushed by his natural words and actions.

Don't be angry, what else is there to be angry about, she thinks, this is the best way to fight back.

Unwilling to talk to Feng Shilan anymore, she looked at her, folded her arms, raised her chin and pointed at the corner of the corridor, and seemed to smile: "Senior Sister Feng, the one over there seems to know you and has been staring at you." ”

Feng Shilan's heart was shocked, and she didn't need to look in the direction she was pointing, she instinctively looked over.

A face that was already obviously impatient, in the dim and dim environment, set off a bit of bipolar depression.

She was also calm, waved her hand, and turned her head in surprise: "It's really an acquaintance." Where do you go next? If you're busy, go ahead and I'll say hello over there. ”

Zhou Jiyou didn't speak, closed his eyes and bowed his head lightly, saying: Please.

Feng Shilan said goodbye to the two of them and walked towards the corner.

The boy's face was ugly, and she couldn't help but turn around while smiling, and she couldn't help but look back, and she couldn't find any trace of the two of them.

***

The cold wind is biting, and when you get out of the mall, it is like countless silver needles piercing your face.

The previous stuffiness was swept away, and the chill gradually poured from the soles of his feet to his whole body, Zhou Jiyou was wearing cotton gloves, and even the warmth of his palms was difficult to hold under the strong attack of temperature.

The exhaled hot breath was handful after handful, like a wisp of white mist melting in front of him.

She didn't know what was wrong with him, and she still helped her to the outside world tenderly and sweetly in the theater, as soon as Feng Shilan turned around, he said in a low voice, "Let's go", and then didn't care about her, and walked forward by himself.

Following him, he thought all the way from the seventh floor of the mall to the atrium, and then walked out of the revolving door to the side of the road, thinking about it, in the final analysis, it was necessary to return to the issue of marriage.

Arriving at the bus stop, she patted him on the arm with the back of her hand, and the fat gloves hit his down jacket, revealing a smooth texture in the sound.

He turned his head slightly and looked at her.

The north wind howled, blowing the broken hair on his forehead, his eyes were no longer as clear as before, and the mist between his noses seemed to spread silently into his eyes, deeper than usual.

Zhou Jiyou's hand was still in mid-air, his five fingers curled up slightly, and he took it back.

"You...... Don't get me wrong. "Somehow, with a mouth, the voice is so soft.

Pursing her lips awkwardly, she stared ahead, staring at the busy road.

"I didn't say I didn't want to marry you, what are you anxious about. You used bitter tricks to force me to promise to give you a chance, why, now you want to get away with it and force me to agree to marry you? ”

Her voice is light and fluttering, with a sense of uncertainty and uncertainty, and she can't hear the emotion.

A couple of men and women waiting for the bus next to them and an old man were attracted by her voice and looked at her.

The old man is already an ancient age, deaf and bright, standing on Zhou Jiyou's side and squinting, his voice is low and hoarse, and the Beijing accent is strong: "Eh, young man, aren't you the host who broadcasts the news?" ”

Facing the old man, Shen Feibai came back to his senses, immediately showed a smile, and greeted: "Hello, uncle." ”

The old man walked behind Zhou Jiyou neatly, talked to Shen Feibai at close range, and kept swinging his left hand with the meaning of the words.

"You used to host the morning news, my wife can remember you, but I can't. Later, you went to the Today's Focus in the evening, and I'll tell you the truth, at first I just thought you were familiar, and I still didn't have much impression of you, but since you were all interviewed in the film, I really remember your face. ”

He gave a thumbs up, "Young man, do a good job, your show reflects reality and is not hypocritical." ”

was kindly interrupted by the old man, and the marriage issue was put on hold again.

On the crowded bus, Zhou Jiyou was forced to lean against a small corner next to the rear door, and Shen Feibai held the handrail with one hand and stood head-on, protecting her in his sphere of influence.

Maybe it's because some passengers recognize it again, or maybe it's because their posture is quite ambiguous, and someone always looks at it secretly.

Zhou Jiyou leaned back to the baffle behind him, looked up at him, and joked teasingly: "Will you still look up to me when you become famous in the future?" ”

She admits that she is at a loss for words. Or, there is also a hint of unspeakable affection.

Shen Feibai lowered his eyes, dusk was approaching little by little, and half of his face was reflected in a golden yellow. He pursed his lips and looked at her, all the while watching, the inky black at the bottom of his eyes was so thick that it could barely be dissolved.

Zhou Jiyou was not very comfortable with him, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "I think you are quite assertive, being both an anchor and a reporter, it is indeed a way to gain a quick foothold, at least the exit rate is high." ”

A good journalist can collect a good topic, and a good topic can make an eye-catching column. In turn, a well-known column can make a budding newsmaker.

Huddled in such a cramped corner, it seemed that even the air had become thin and uneven.

She hadn't thought of saying such a prickly remark, but there were many things she couldn't control.

Watching his Adam's apple roll lightly, and watching his eyes darken and darken, she said again: "I think, you should think about marriage again, in case you regret it later......"

"It's just you......" he interrupted her calmly, "I only have you in my heart." ”

Bustling carriages, crowded passengers, and enclosed spaces with mixed smells.

The gap between his body was only an inch, and she vaguely felt the oppression conveyed by his tenseness.

Suddenly, I wanted to take back all the nonsense I had said before, but unfortunately it was impossible, and she couldn't apologize, so she could only open her eyes, divert the topic, and ask him casually: "Are you...... Why do you want to be a journalist? ”

Perhaps it was an illusion, but in the afterglow, the woman closest seemed to poke her ears this way.

Shen Feibai always looked down at her, and was silent for a long time before saying: "The more deeply you understand the news, the more profound it is." ”

His voice was still low, and she didn't know if the female passenger heard it, but she did.

One day, he will become a well-known journalist, she believes.

She didn't say anything more, he didn't say anything more, and after getting off the bus, he slowly walked back to the apartment building, he pushed open the heavy fire door for her, and she took the key.

When she opened the door and entered the house, she glanced back at him, and when she opened the shoe cabinet to retrieve his slippers, she took out his slippers as well.

She sat on the upholstered bench to change her shoes, but he didn't sit down, just stood up and changed.

After she pulled on her slippers, she got up, trying to break the ice between the two, but she couldn't do it.

Hanging up his coat, he was just about to go to the house, he grabbed her wrist behind him and pulled her, and was caught off guard by him.

Palm pressed against the back of her head, lowered his head to her lips, and kissed her hard.

He hugged her so tightly that he wanted to rub her into his body.

With great difficulty, she freed both arms from his confinement, wrapped her arms around him, and inserted her fingers into his short stiff hair.

She was more enthusiastic than ever, as if she had found a breakthrough to solve the problem, grasped, attacked, and firmly grasped it in her hands.

She pressed the weight of her body forward, and as soon as he stepped back, the heel of his shoe hit the edge of the door, and with a bang, his back also hit.

The temperature rose a little bit, and his breath was hot, and he curled her tongue, took her around, and slammed the door panel, his hand on her back, shielding.

The palm moves from the back of the head to the back of the neck, burrowing into the loose sweater high neck.

The delicate skin was rubbed by the two cocoons, itchy, and she unconsciously shrunk her neck.

His chest rose and fell, biting her lip, his hand slid out of the high collar, down his collarbone, and gently covered a position, not moving, his lips did not move, his night-like eyes stared at her, and asked in a dumb voice, "Are you afraid?" ”

It seemed that as soon as she said she was afraid, he would take his hand away.

Zhou Jiyou's breath was unstable, although the sweater was loose, but one palm was placed there, even if it was just attached to it without force, it was still so strange that he trembled slightly.

She didn't answer and asked, "Are you still angry with me?" ”

He slowed his breath and pursed his lips.

Zhou Jiyou said: "If you don't get angry, I'll let you touch it." Otherwise, don't talk about it. ”

She is the only one who can say such things with confidence. Shen Feibai's mood was indiscerning, and he kissed her again, his chest vibrate, and he smiled lowly: "Xiaoyou......"

As soon as the mouth moved, the hand began to move gently.

Zhou Jiyou trembled and couldn't speak, stretched out his hand to stop him, pushed his hand down, and emphasized: "Answer me, are you angry?" ”

"It matters if I'm angry or not?" His lips pressed to hers.

Zhou Jiyou's heart was blocked and he didn't say anything.

He sighed softly, rubbing the tip of his nose against her, and the hand she had forced down fumbled his way through the edge of the sweater.

Her legs went limp, and her toes curled up in her slippers, and he rubbed them, biting her lip.

"What's going on with the agency boss......"