After Zhao Jun sent me back to the dormitory last night, I tossed and turned and didn't sleep all night.

I finally believed that sentence, red face and bad water!

But what puzzles me is that I obviously have no talent and no appearance, how can I make these two brothers like me? I'm a little lucky!

When I opened my eyes in the morning, Zhao Jun's text message rushed into my phone, it was a simple good morning, but I felt quite awkward.

I flipped through the records on my phone, Fang Wenke still didn't send me any message, today is the fourth day of my cold war with Fang Wenke.

I think Fang Wenke must not know about Zhao Jun's confession to me, otherwise he will definitely go crazy to find me.

In order to avoid Zhao Jun, I didn't go for a morning run in the morning, and even when I went downstairs to buy food, I had to steal chickens and dogs downstairs, for fear of seeing Zhao Jun.

Moreover, when I faced Liang Xue in the dormitory, I always felt very empty, although I didn't do anything wrong, I still felt that I betrayed her, and I robbed her man.

I'm really afraid that once this matter reaches Liang Xue's ears, Liang Xue and I may not even be able to become friends!

At noon, Zhao Jun still bombarded me with his phone, and I basically couldn't receive other people's calls, and there were more than 100 of his missed calls alone.

Looking at the huge numbers on the phone screen, I missed Fang Wenke more and more, it felt like I hadn't breathed oxygen for too long and couldn't be myself.

What has Fang Wenke been doing these days? Did he miss me? He weishenme doesn't call me? I kept questioning myself, but I never had the courage to give him a call.

So, in the next hour, I brought out the woman's cranky function to the fullest, and I began to doubt Fang Wenke, began to worry, and even began to despair.

zuihou, my guess couldn't match my thoughts after all, I put on my clothes and went to Fang Wenke's house.

Along the way, I was contemplating the first words of the meeting, which could be simple or embarrassing. Maybe he's still angry with me, maybe he's forgiven me and waiting for me.

When I arrived at my destination, it was the hottest time in the morning, and now the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it is stuffy and panicking.

I took out the key and opened the door.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw a mess all over the floor.

This is a scenario I never imagined, the home in front of me can no longer be called home, this is simply a crime scene.

Beer bottles rolled all over the floor, scattered peanut skins, sofa cushions were scattered on the ground, vases were broken to the ground, pillows were thrown to the edge of the windowsill, potted plants that had been placed on the windowsill were also toppled one after another, and dirt was sprinkled on the cashmere blanket.

I walked into the kitchen and found that the range hood was running at its maximum level, the oil stains in the sink were everywhere, the faucet was not tightened, and the water was flowing sparsely out.

I glanced at the trash can and found four or five buckets of instant noodle boxes, and the rest of the place was dusty and hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

I looked at everything in front of me, I was surprised, I don't know what Fang Wenke has done in the past four days, but he must have gone crazy, and he was crazy.

I looked around on the first floor and didn't see Fang Wenke, so I went to the second floor and walked through every room, but I still didn't see him.

I was a little lost, but not completely lost, because I still had one room left to see, and that was the room that was once filled with memories of Fang Wenke and Wang Ying.

I speculated wildly, maybe Fang Wenke was disappointed in me, and in order to comfort himself, he was hiding in that room at the moment and thinking about Wang Ying's goodness.

Wasn't that room cleaned, though?

With all my apprehensions, I walked to the end of the corridor on the second floor, and I stood at the door of my room with my heart racing, my hands trying to open it.

I hesitated, and at the same time worried.

I've never been in this room in front of me, and I'm afraid to go in.

This room represents too many things and carries too many memories, and this room does not belong to me, let alone me.

I'd love to open the door to harm, but I'm a little overwhelmed.

I clenched my teeth, my hands trembled slightly, and suddenly a push came from nowhere, and my arm stretched out.

My right hand was on the doorknob, and as soon as I pressed it, a gap appeared between the door and the door frame, and a small beam of light entered my eyes.

It turned out that the door was unlocked.

I was a little timid, but I wanted to push it away, so I thumped my chest, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

The moment I opened the door, I didn't see Fang Wenke, but I saw a scene that I will never forget in my life.

The room in front of me is very small, so small that it can only be used as a storage room, but the walls of the room are full of photos of me and Fang Wenke.

I look at those group photos, I even forget when we took them, from the first confession to the first hot pot feast, from the first time I went shopping to the first birthday, and even the embarrassing photos when I fell asleep, every single one of them is vivid.

I felt like crying, but more often than not, I was ecstatic.

Fang Wenke: He loves me so much, but I don't fully feel it.

I turned around and closed the door, with satisfaction, with forgiveness, with longing.

Walking back to the first floor, I began to tidy up the living room.

I think when he comes home and sees the new appearance of the house, he will be deflated!

I crouched down and picked up peanuts one by one.

Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind me, and I thought it was a thief, "Ah! A loud cry came out.

I turned around and saw Fang Wenke with dark circles under his eyes, his hair messy.

"When did you come in? Don't shout a word! I shouted in horror.

"I haven't been out!" Fang Wenke rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Who are you fooling! I've just rummaged through the house, and I haven't found a single hair of yours! I looked at him viciously, completely oblivious to the delicate thoughts I had just had.

"I was just lying behind the couch! I don't know how I slept on the floor last night! Fang Wenke scratched his hair, still unconscious.

"You're amazing! Hiding behind the couch for a long time! I pinched Fang Wenke's face, and then hugged him tightly.

Maybe Fang Wenke was frightened by my actions, he was stunned for a moment, and then hugged me deadly.

I put my arms around Fang Wenke's neck and heard a relaxed laugh coming out of his mouth, the kind of laughter that broke the mirror and reunited, and didn't need much explanation.

"You're not angry?" Fang Wenke whispered in my ear.

"You're stupid! It's a big deal! You won't give me a call first! I've been staring at my phone for the past few days, and I haven't found a single message from you! I grumbled.

"You still rely on me! Who told you not to text me to call! You don't know that I care about face! Fang Wenke grabbed me by the shoulder and yelled at me.

"Alright, you! If I don't call you, you just eat instant noodles and drink beer? And make the house look like this! Do you say you're sick! I retorted.

"Can't you just clean it up!" Fang Wenke began to make a cheap sound again.

It turned out that in the four days of losing contact, we were just stubborn on our own, neither of us would bow our heads first, neither of us would admit our mistakes first, we were all waiting for each other's response to prove that the other party really loved me.

But at this time, the door of the house was suddenly opened, and the person who came in was Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun looked at me and Fang Wenke blankly, his eyes full of hesitation.

Fang Wenke saw Zhao Jun and greeted him with a smile.

I sat down on a cashmere blanket and began to speak.