Half an hour later, the two returned to Kwon Zhirong's apartment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Nuna, you sit here and watch TV, and I'll cook porridge for you." Quan Zhirong helped Han Jiaren sit down, looked at her and said.

Hearing this, Han Jiaren's eyes narrowed, showed a smile, nodded, and said, "Mm-hmm." ”

Kwon Zhirong also responded with a smile, and then walked towards the kitchen. It's just that what he didn't know was that after he turned around, Han Jiaren, who was still smiling brightly a second ago, was suddenly covered with haze, and if he could get closer and carefully observe her face, he could also see the lingering fear in the depths of her pupils.

Han Jiaren did not turn on the TV and watch TV as Quan Zhirong said. Rather, it was extremely quiet, with his legs crossed, lying on the couch without saying a word.

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"Nuna, what were you just in a daze? I called you so many times and you didn't respond. Quan Zhirong looked at Han Jiaren with a small sip and a small sip of Yun's porridge, and asked suspiciously.

Han Jiaren listened to Quan Zhirong's question, paused slightly, and then after continuing to take a sip, he looked up at Quan Zhirong cutely, and said, "Hmm..." ”

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"Ugh." Quan Zhirong looked at Han Jiaren, whose painting style had changed abruptly, was speechless, sighed, and said, "Nuna, this matter is over, don't think too much." ”

After a pause, he continued: "Besides, this thing is not over, don't do such stupid things in the future." ”

After hearing Quan Zhirong's words, Han Jiaren didn't even take the spoon this time, her eyes flickered a little, and said, "Zhirong, don't check this matter, okay." ”

Subsequently, it seemed that he didn't want Quan Zhirong to misunderstand, and explained: "After this time, I also thought it out, so take this opportunity to quit this circle directly." ”

"Besides, after this incident, things are getting deeper and deeper, and he and I have no chance of getting back together, so let's stop it, okay?" After Han Jiaren said this, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and fell directly on the table.

"I ・・・・・・." This incident has developed to such a point that I want to comfort but can't say or explain? So pale and powerless, blame yourself? But there's no going back.

"Zhirong, don't check it again, okay? Even if you find out in the end, I don't want to be brought up again. ”

Quan Zhirong didn't answer, but then he heard the sound of Han Jiaren sobbing and crying on the table.

Quan Zhirong was very unwilling, but because he was worried, he approached her and helped her up, and after looking at it for a while, she Han Jiaren was red with pear blossoms and rain.

He pulled over the chair next to him and sat down, wiped the tears from her face with his hand, and said, "Nuna, I'm ・・・・・・." ”

was just interrupted by Han Han Jiaren's body, and directly hugged Quan Zhirong's neck that leaned forward slightly, hugged it very tightly, and said with a sob: "Zhirong, promise me." ”

Han Jiaren's sudden move, Quan Zhirong's body suddenly became a little stiff, and he listened to her soft and crying request.

Kwon Zhirong closed his eyes in pain, but then seemed to figure out something and pulled her out of his arms.

looked at Han Jiaren, who was still in tears, and refused ruthlessly: "Nuna, if there are other things, as long as I can do it, I will definitely agree to you, but... ”

After a pause, Quan Zhirong looked at Han Jia's eyes in a serious tone and said, "Nuna, I will never let you be wronged like this all the time." ”

"Nuna, I can give in to other things, but this is the only thing..." Kwon Zhirong's eyes suddenly glared at the boss, full of disbelief.

Because he was stopped by Han Jiaren's body again, but this time it was his lips. Not on the set, not acting, but in Kwon Ji-young's private apartment.

My mind suddenly froze, and it took a while for me to react and try to push her away with my hands, but only to touch her shoulders with my hands.

Han Jiaren's body suddenly softened, and then he fell directly on Quan Zhirong's chest, watching this matter develop in another direction. Although the beauty was in his arms at this time, he didn't have the heart to feel it.

It just felt a lot of pain, so I took it in my arms and walked to the bedroom. Looking at Han Jiaren, who was pale, she said speechlessly: "I have just been discharged from the hospital, so I dare to hold my breath so directly..." ”

He put it on the soft bed, carefully covered it with a quilt, glanced at her, and moved away, wanting to leave the room.

"Zhirong, don't go, I'm so scared...

Hearing Han Jiaren's dream, Quan Zhirong stopped helplessly, rubbed his forehead vigorously with his hand, returned to the same place, and pulled the chair next to him.

looked at Han Jiaren, whose face turned even paler, "Alas, sometimes there must be in life, but I will never let this matter pass like this." ”

After speaking, the still bloodless forearm that was exposed was gently pushed forward, but when he wanted to pull it out, he was held by the reverse buckle. Whether she was conscious or unconscious, she smiled slightly and let her hold it.

The beauty is delicious, and she looks carefully at Han Jiaren's cheeks, but in the end, she still can't resist the sleepiness that comes from sleepiness.

After sleeping peacefully, Han Jiaren woke up leisurely, and her hand moved, feeling that she seemed to be holding something. At a glance, I saw Quan Zhirong sleeping on the edge of the bed, his eyes were extremely complicated.

Then, as if thinking of something, he muttered, "Am I doing the right thing?" ”

Painful and tangled, he closed his eyes, opened them again, and said with determination: "There is only so much I can do, and we have two grievances." ”

After thinking about some things, a smile appeared on Han Jiaren's sickly pale face, looked at Quan Zhirong, and held his hand tightly.

After a while, Han Jiaren saw Quan Zhirong's body move, withdrew the eyes that had been looking at him, and fell into pretending to be asleep again.

The first thing Quan Zhirong did when he woke up was to look at Han Jiaren, and when he saw that he was still "sleeping", he exhaled. Then he carefully withdrew his hand.

After success, he walked out of the bedroom with a soft footstep. Feeling that Quan Zhirong had walked out of the room, he opened his eyes, looked at the door, and whispered: "Heh, sometimes it's really okay to be stupid." ”

After coming out, Quan Zhirong looked at the sky outside, saw that the sky was already dark, and thought about what he asked Han Tatar to do this morning.

Go into the kitchen again and make some food for Han Jiaren, who is about to wake up. Because there was leftover food from this afternoon, this time it was done quickly, half an hour.

He put the food on the table and wrote a message telling her not to think about it at home, telling her to remember to eat dinner, and explaining that he had something to do and needed to go out.

Then he picked up his coat, put on a hat, put on a mask, walked to the door, pressed some unnecessary lights, and went out in the cool breeze of the night.

Han Jiaren heard that there was no movement in the living room, and thought that she had been in bed long enough, so she walked out in confusion.

The living room is faintly dark, and the lamp is still lit in the area where the dining is alone. Seeing the things on the table, he walked over curiously, and when he finished reading the content of the message on the table, "Tsk, you really think of me as a little girl." ”

Han Jiaren obediently did what Quan Zhirong left, opened the covered bowl, and saw a bowl of thick fish soup, and the aroma came to his face. Suddenly a thought came to me: "This kind of life is not bad." ”

Then, stunned at his thoughts, he paused, stopped thinking, sat down, and savored it alone.