Fang Wenke couldn't help but be stunned when he saw me, he didn't expect that we would be in the same mess, and he didn't expect these people to have such a tangled network.

Fang Wenke walked over the clutter on the floor, walked straight to me, pulled me up from the sofa, and dragged me to the bedroom closest to the living room.

Fang Wenke closed the door, his eyes wandering and drawing random circles around me, but he never dared to set his eyes on me. I knew he had something to say to me, and it was about Wang Ying, but I knew he couldn't open his mouth.

"I know it all, Wang Ying is your ex-girlfriend, you don't have to be so nervous just now." I opened my mouth first, giving him a buffer step to open the conversation.

Fang Wenke finally moved his gaze to my eyes, but he was stunned and said, "Did Zhao Jun tell you?" ”

"Well, Zhao Jun I asked." I tilted my head to one side, perhaps because the light was so dazzling that I lost even the strength to lift my head.

"How can he tell you this." Fang Wenke's tone carried a hint of complaint and anger, and his expression was a little surprised.

"Shouldn't I know?" I asked him questioningly.

"Weiming, don't get me wrong, I really didn't know that Wang Ying would suddenly come back to me, I thought she would never come back." Fang Wenke argued childishly.

"But she's back." I hung my head, afraid that the answer that followed would be shocking.

"What if she's back, I already have you."

"What about Wang Ying? Didn't she come back to get back together with you? ”

"No, I've already told her that I have a girlfriend, and I've already told her that what I love now is you, Li Weiming." Fang Wenke suddenly grabbed my shoulders with both hands, as if he was waiting for me to meet his eyes, he was waiting for me to believe him.

At this moment, Fang Wenke was standing half an arm away from me, I gently placed my right hand on his left chest, and I could feel his heart beating fast, as if it was about to explode.

I still kept my head down.

Fang Wenke's arms wrapped around my shoulders, held me tightly to his chest, and whispered, "I love you, believe me." ”

However, when love is to be measured by believing, does it mean that a crisis of trust has occurred?

It didn't take long for the sound of glass breaking from the other end of the bedroom door, followed by a woman's scream, fierce and piercing.

I hurriedly broke free from Fang Wenke's embrace, opened the bedroom door, and rushed out, only to see the hideous-looking Zhao Jun standing in front of Jiang Xiaoqiao, his forehead flowing outwards with bright red swells.

Jiang Xiaoqiao, who was hiding behind Zhao Jun, maintained a screaming mouth, and his face turned pale with fright; Liang Xue hurriedly rummaged through the medicine box beside her, not knowing what to use to stop the bleeding; Wang Tao still maintained the posture of just throwing out the glass, with a guilty expression on his face for smashing the wrong person; Only Wang Ying, who was in danger, was calmly playing 120 on the side, with a sense of calmness in her gestures, compared to her crazy sister Wang Tao, people couldn't help but feel Wang Ying's maturity.

How great Aiqing's Liliang is, maybe I only know a little bit about it now.

Now it seems that the love I once thought I had for Zhu Yang was too insignificant in front of them.

In my love, I limit myself to the scope of self-love, I think my pain is the best expression of my love for you, but I don't know that it doesn't mean anything, the real painful love is knowing that you can't get it, but you still have to let yourself fall into the sea of blood without looking back.

Love can make people lose their minds, love can make people hurt the innocent, love can make people anxious, and love can also make people violate social morality and public opinion.

Not long after, the whistle of the 120 ambulance came from outside the door, and Wang Ying and Liang Xue cooperated with the doctor to carry Zhao Jun onto the stretcher.

I looked at Liang Xue with a nervous expression in front of me, and remembered the laptop I had just seen on the bedroom desk, which was turned on.

I was sure that the laptop belonged to Liang Xue, but to my surprise, the screen of the computer turned out to be a photo of Zhao Jun's performance at the campus qualifier.

I think Liang Xue really likes Zhao Jun.