Sometimes I think, in fact, aiqing is like this, pulling and pulling is nothing more than a few words: I can't let go, I can't forget, and I still love you.

Absolute love may exist, but the odds are too low.

Wang Ying's appearance more or less affected Fang Wenke, I don't blame her, let alone him. Because aiqing itself is an endless game of drug abuse and drug rehabilitation, and I have never been an insider in this drug trafficking case.

I forget how long Zhao Jun and I have been hanging out in this cool night. We were silent all the way, swaying gently towards the depths of the alley, aimlessly.

I kept looking at my phone for missed calls or unread text messages, but there were none.

I complained, complained that Fang Wenke didn't chase after me just now, complained about Fang Wenke's restless eyes just now, and complained about why he left me behind so quickly at this moment.

"Fang Wenke sent me a text message, he asked me to settle you in the hotel first." Zhao Jun's words fell, breaking the silence.

I buried my head and looked at my phone again, but it still didn't, maybe Fang Wenke didn't know how to speak to me.

"What about him? Is he still with Wang Ying? I questioned softly.

"He texted that his mother Fang Yun was going to invite Wang Ying to dinner, and it seemed that you couldn't go to his house tonight." Zhao Jun sighed and looked at me.

"Then you send me to Jiang Xiaoqiao's house! I don't dare to stay in a hotel alone. I pretended to be calm, and a small loss fell into my chest and sank hard.

Zhao Jun sensed my sense of powerlessness, he suddenly shook his feet, as if he was about to announce to me that I had been defeated without a fight, and said: "Weiming, I hope you are mentally prepared, because Fang Wenke's feelings for Wang Ying are not only so touching in the story, many of their experiences cannot be expressed in words, and may not be surpassed." ”

"That Fang Wenke was still so good to me at the beginning! You're going to chase me like that! Suddenly, I shouted uncontrollably, releasing the humiliation I had endured all night.

Apparently Zhao Jun was taken aback by my over-the-top reaction, but this may have been his expectation, or perhaps it was his intention.

"I can guarantee that Fang Wenke really likes you, but none of us expected Wang Ying to come back."

"So I'm being tricked, am I?" I squatted weakly on the ground, buried my head deep in the crook of my arm, I could not feel tears, only pain.

I don't know how long I have been squatting like this, but Zhao Jun has been silently accompanying me like this. Before I could sort out my thoughts, my phone rang, I thought it was Fang Wenke, but the person who called was Liang Xue.

"Hey! Liang Xue. I took the tissue handed to me by Zhao Jun and blew my nose, inevitably with a little crying in my tone.

"Hey! Unnamed! Come on! Just now, a woman in her thirties suddenly came to Xiao Qiao's house and knocked on the door, and when she opened the door, she scolded Xiao Qiao! I can't hold it anymore! Xiao Qiao's parents are not at home, and Xiao Qiao still won't let me call the police! Hurry up! The two of them are still scolding each other! ”

Liang Xue on the other end of the phone seemed to be a little girl who had never seen a shrew fight, and there was a sense of helpless surprise between the lines. After listening to Liang Xue's description, I dare to conclude that the woman in her thirties must be Liang Chengming's wife Wang Tao.

I couldn't take care of my pain at the moment, so I directly asked Zhao Jun to accompany me to Jiang Xiaoqiao's house to clean up the mess.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the sound of engines and horns on the road was so loud that my head swelled.

I sat in a cab in a daze, letting the piles of emergencies in my mind replay back and forth on my mind transporter one by one, and I never found a suitable solution to the problem.

I just indulged my hesitation and waited for it to take its course.