Shen Guoan was in a hurry to attack the heart and suddenly hypertension, Dr. Liang asked the old man if he had been strongly stimulated recently, Aunt Lin was hesitant, Lao Cai looked at Shen Feibai who was standing against the wall, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Dr. Liang's brow twisted into a pimple: "Yes...... Right? ”

"I was really stimulated before." Lao Cai's scalp tightened, and after he finished speaking, he glanced back again.

Dr. Liang is an old friend of the Shen family, and Shen Guoan has come to his home for diagnosis and treatment if he has any headache and brain fever over the years. He noticed Lao Cai's abnormality, and when he explained the precautions, he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and he stared at the wall lightly.

"Don't make the old man angry anymore, you all try to follow him and keep him in a good mood."

The gloomy weather was not just rain, but an unexpected sleet.

Shen Feibai leaned against the wall, and to the right of his body was a window in the corridor. The snowflakes are subtle, melted in the rain, and also melted into his deep and quiet eyes.

Zhou Jiyou went to see Zhou Qiyang's father three days later, she was very polite, she didn't talk much, she ate a plain meal, just to meet each other and recognize each other, other than that, it didn't seem to have a deep meaning, or rather, there was no.

Zhou Qiyang drove her home, and always felt that she was more lonely than he remembered.

"Did something happen to you?" He drove the sedan and looked at her with a biased eye.

Zhou Jiyou leaned back on his seat, tilted his head, and looked out the window nonchalantly.

"Nothing."

She has always been like this, she solves her own problems, does not rely on others, does not complain, does not confide, she is used to being alone.

Without waiting for him to speak again, she avoided the topic and turned her head with interest: "Why are you looking for Jing Qiao for everything now?" ”

Zhou Qiyang was successfully blocked by her, and he didn't speak for a while.

The corners of Zhou Jiyou's mouth twitched, and he looked ahead through the windshield: "Are you serious?" ”

Smart people don't have to be outspoken, they understand each other. Zhou Qiyang admitted, shook his head slightly, did not admit it, and did not deny it: "It's a little abnormal." ”

The other party is Jing Qiao, there is no need to hesitate at all, she is naturally standing on Jing Qiao's side for her sake. She got straight to the point and forced him to relax: "So what? ”

Zhou Qiyang was stunned, and every second, he smiled dumbly, his laughter was mellow, and he revealed a little helplessness: "I am not sure about something, you ask me, who do I ask?" ”

"Ask your heart." Zhou Jiyou replied.

Zhou Qiyang was stunned again, and the hand holding the steering wheel loosened.

With her current state, how can she have the leisure to take care of other people's feelings and private affairs, but she just seized the opportunity to do some temptation, and she had a good number in her heart.

After the temptation, her elbow was on the window, her index finger rubbed between her lips, and she said in a tone of voice: "I'm not sure if I'm sincere enough to keep my distance from her, I think you must know how to measure." ”

Zhou Qiyang raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and his eyes were gloomy and uncertain.

After Shen Feibai returned to Beijing, he didn't say a word about what happened in Shen's house that night, Zhou Jiyou was a little puzzled, and almost blurted out several times - don't you know, why don't you ask me?

But when the words came to her lips and swallowed them all back into her stomach, she didn't want to touch the memories of that night again.

Both of them had something to say, but both of them were selectively silent.

In fact, no one told Shen Feibai about the events of that night.

Aunt Lin and Lao Cai belong to the Mingzhe type who protects himself from getting involved in right and wrong, they feel that this matter has nothing to do with Shen Feibai, and they don't have to tell the old man about the ugly thing behind his back, making it seem like chewing on the root of his tongue.

Shen Guoan knows how to stop in moderation, and if he wants to find ways to stabilize him at this stage, he can't use emotional problems to provoke him. He was scheming and thoughtful. Shen Feibai already had a grudge against him, and no matter how much he said in front of him at this time, he might not believe it, and in the end, he might end up with a charge of sowing discord.

Sometimes, behind the seemingly inopportune silence, there is often a hidden scheme.

Shen Guoan put all the pressure on Jiang Ruhui, he asked Zhou Jiyou to stay away from the descendants of the Shen family, and when he learned that she was still living with Shen Feibai, he gave Jiang Ruhui an ultimatum.

On April 14, 2010, an earthquake measuring 7.1 on the Richter scale struck Yushu County, Yushu Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, Qinghai Province.

This time, Shen Feibai did not serve as a reporter at the front.

Zhou Jiyou is still sitting on the sofa in the living room, while he is sitting upright on the anchor desk, with a straight back and a solemn face, and he can calmly control his facial muscles and eyes when reporting news related to the earthquake.

No longer tense, no longer moved, he hid deeply, like all the old announcers with thunder in his chest and his face like a peaceful lake, without a trace of personal affection.

His career growth did not happen overnight, and neither did their relationship, but his career prospects are getting better and better, and their relationship is faintly problematic.

It's a feeling, and it's getting clearer.

She no longer asked when she would be able to get rid of the shackles of the Shen house, she didn't need to ask at all, he was busier than before, he often watched him work late into the night, he deliberately didn't put the information in a conspicuous position, but she stayed at home longer than him, how could she not see it when she cleaned up.

They are all deluding themselves.

Zhou Jiyou began to fall into never-ending insomnia again, like returning to the days when he was constantly troubled, confused, worried, and anxious...... All kinds of emotions are mixed and intertwined.

During the holiday, Shen Feibai flew back to Nanxiang again.

She ordered a cocktail alone in a quieter bar on Bar Street and sat in the corner.

The light is dim, the music is like water, and the people who come in groups are enjoying their drinks and smiles on their faces. Life is colorful and fun in their eyes.

Zhou Jiyou cut off Jiang Ruhui's call, leaned on his cheeks and chuckled, his eyes were hot.

She drank the rest of the wine and pushed the door open and walked out of the bar.

On holidays, the bar street is more noisy than usual, with colorful lights illuminating the streets, and noisy and dynamic music pouring out of the slow-shaking bars, and most of the pedestrians are young people.

When I walked to the corner of the street and turned the corner, someone suddenly blocked the way in front of me, and it was a person who appeared on purpose.

Zhou Jiyou looked up and saw the other party's face clearly under the streetlights that were not so bright.

Li Xingkai, the student she once taught at the Lingfeng Graduate School Entrance Examination Institute, is also the only student who keeps looking for her fault.

His appearance has not changed much, the previous flower wheel head has become the current micro-curly style of the back, and his expression and temperament are still ruffian.

"I thought I recognized the wrong person, but it turned out to be you, Teacher Xiao Zhou." He put his hands in the front pockets of his trousers, hanging his right foot up and down.

Zhou Jiyou was in no mood to pay attention to it and was ready to bypass him.

He took two steps to the side, intercepted, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Teacher Xiao Zhou, you won't give face." You said that it is rare to meet in Beijing, and you are half an acquaintance, but when I see you, it is the same as seeing my relatives, and I will laugh at your relatives. ”

"Get out of the way." Zhou Jiyou lowered his face.

Li Xingkai pinned a cigarette behind his left ear in his mouth, Zhou Jiyou took another step, he took the lighter thrown by a buddy next to him with one hand, stretched out his other arm, and intercepted her again.

Bowing his head slightly, the flames flickered, the cigarette in his mouth was ignited, he squinted at her, with a hint of fierceness: "Don't be embarrassed." ”

One of the two people in his group whistled: "Beauty, go with our brother for two drinks?" ”

Zhou Jiyou's eyes were already cold.

She turned her head, glanced at the two of them, and then withdrew her gaze to focus on Li Xingkai, who was swallowing clouds and mist.

"I remember, you seem to have been brushed off during the retest, right?" She shook her head and smiled sarcastically, "The teacher who interviewed you was quite discerning. ”

Li Xingkai bit the cigarette butt fiercely, and the smoke trajectory was messy in the wind, enveloping him in front of his instantly gloomy vision, adding a bit of anger.

He pulled the cigarette from his mouth, looked down at her, and his eyes were full of fire: "I've been fucking putting up with you for a long time, if I hadn't seen that you were a woman, I would have smoked you to death with a big mouth." ”

Zhou Jiyou was already on fire in his heart, but at this time, someone was deliberately looking for trouble......

Why......

Why do you bully her one by one!

The phone was held in the palm of my hand and began to vibrate again. Her entire palm was stiff and numb.

Extremely irritable, extremely unwilling, she gritted her teeth hard, and her eyes were once again hot as if they were going to be burned at any moment.

She waved her free hand and slapped half of Li Xingkai's face unceremoniously. She held her head high and looked at him coldly: "If you have the ability, you can fight, don't be cowardly." ”

Li Xingkai jumped like thunder: "I. . . Exercise. Mom! "He threw away the cigarette and was about to do it.

Zhou Jiyou's knee pushed forward and hit him between his legs.

"Keep your mouth clean." She clutched her phone, walked past him, and stepped forward.

Li Xingkai covered his crotch, bent down in pain, and cursed in pain: "Zhou Jiyou, you slut-!" ”

The two people next to him were stunned in place, and only after watching Zhou Jiyou walk away did they step forward to help him.

"Kaizi, are you alright?"

"Are you alright? This girl is ruthless enough. ”

Li Xingkai's eyes were red with anger, his waist was still hunched, he snatched the car keys from one of them, and strode forward towards an Escalade parked on the side of the road.

The mobile phone was shaking again, and Zhou Jiyou took it and glanced at it. It's not Jiang Ruhui's number, but it's still a person who annoys her.

She connected the phone and said in a cold tone: "You're not done." ”

"Where are you, I have something to say to you."

"I don't have much to say to you."

A little further afield to the junction to take a taxi, she stood on the side of the street, looking up at the deep sky, pursed her lips, and forced back the rising heat.

"Xiaoyou, listen to me-"

"Senior Sister Zhou, be careful-!" A shrill female voice suddenly sounded.

The voice was familiar, Zhou Jiyou was stunned for two seconds, followed the sound and turned around, Feng Shilan's panicked face appeared in the corner of her eye, and behind her, a pure white SUV was rushing towards her.