"So you had a misunderstanding before, the place between you, Sunshine and Fengluo is what it is now, it's all because of Song Peng, Song Peng was on the QQ of Fengluo back then, and sent an email to Sunshine, the email has a screenshot of you and Fengluo becoming a parent, as well as a screenshot of the two of you saying that you will never leave in the game......"

"Don't give up, Feng Luo and I have never taken a screenshot of this kind of picture...... "Nuan paused when she said this, and a clear light flashed in her eyes, "It's Song Peng......"

No wonder her account went to Peach Blossom Village for no reason, and Feng Luo said that it was on Song Peng, she wanted to take a screenshot to commemorate it, I am afraid that it was at that time that Song Peng directed and acted by herself and never gave up. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Xiao Nuan, it's not right for me to hide it from you, but I really have no malice, you ...... Don't blame me for being good or not. Sun Ying held the phone nervously and said cautiously.

"No, how can I blame you, you are also for my good, don't think nonsense." Wen Wen looked up at the group photo on the computer desk in the bedroom.

"Hmm." Sun Ying nodded, and her nervous mood relaxed, "Xiao Nuan, I don't know much about what happened back then, don't think about it alone, go and communicate with the sunshine." ”

"I just want to be alone right now." Wen Wen whispered, with a hint of tiredness in his tone.

"Okay, you remember to eat, you can hear your voice and know that you haven't rested well, don't think about anything, get a good night's sleep, I'll call you later." Sun Ying said uneasily.

"Hmm." Warmth replied softly.

After hanging up the phone, Warmth returned to bed, trying to get herself to sleep without thinking about anything. But the past scenes always flashed in her mind, Muyang, Feng Luo, and Song Peng shuttled in her mind together, making her consciousness extremely clear.

With the sound of the second hand clicking, the weight of the warm eyelids gradually increased, and finally the memories that were spinning rapidly in the brain became blank, and the originally chaotic breathing gradually stabilized.

"We all seem to have been loved by someone, those dreams are perfect and hopeless, there are many similar tenderness, and there are also different sadness....."

The mobile phone rang suddenly, but the person on the bed showed no sign of waking up, once, twice, three times...... The ringtone stopped ringing, and a minute later a text message sounded, and then the phone finally went silent.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Wen slowly opened his dry eyes, rubbed his heavy head, sat up from the bed, looked at the time, looked at the laptop placed aside, sighed, forcibly cheered up, went to the bathroom to wash his face, changed his clothes, and then walked out of the house with a notebook.

After entering the elevator, Nuan took the elevator wall as a mirror, looked at his pale face and bloodshot eyes, smiled bitterly, turned around and leaned heavily against the elevator wall, although he also rested for a few hours, but he had no energy, the whole person looked listless, and now she wanted to go back to bed and sleep, rather than facing the sun to fix the computer.

The 'ding' elevator prompt sounded, and I looked at the slowly opening elevator door, and my mind was full of thinking about whether to take the subway or take a taxi to repair the computer, which made the already heavy head even more groggy.

The brain was chaotic and warm, subconsciously walked out of the elevator, subconsciously went out of the door of the apartment, and the brain kept sending out a signal - typing - repairing the computer - sleeping, completely ignoring the people and things around him, and walked straight to the door of the community.

"Little Nuan ......" a hoarse, deep voice came from behind Nuan Nuan.

Wen Wen stopped abruptly, rubbing her swollen head, her eyes full of doubts, who called her, why this voice was so familiar but a little unfamiliar.

Turning around, when she saw the person who spoke, the whole person was stunned, and her head, which was originally just swollen and heavy, was directly blank.

The man in front of him, his short black hair was a little messy by the wind, and he had long since lost his previous freshness and neatness. The originally angular face was covered with wind and dust, and there were too many emotions in those dark eyes that she couldn't understand. The plain but well-made white shirt on his body has been wrinkled, and the coat that is casually worn on his arms is no longer neat. It seems to have come in a hurry, and to come and take care of it.

"Little Nuan......" Mu Yang looked at the warmth that turned around, and shouted softly. The steady tone and calm face made him look calm and calm, but those dark eyes contained too much emotion, and the clenched palms of his hands were already wet with sweat.

Standing in front of him is the person who makes him obsessed with his dreams and dreams, but now her originally ruddy cheeks have become pale and bloodless, her eyes are also full of bloodshots, and she has lost her former agility, her waist-length hair is tied up at will, and a gust of wind blows, and the broken hair on her sideburns swaying with the wind, which looks a little messy. The originally slender body now looks crumbling, and the whole person looks extremely haggard.

Looking at the appearance of warmth and weakness, Mu Yang restrained the idea of rushing up to hug the warmth in his mind, walked slowly towards the warmth, and stopped two steps away from the warmth.

Warmth looked at Muyang, in a trance, trying to overlap the Muyang in his memory and the current Muyang, but found that there were many difficulties, although the appearance of Muyang in front of him had not changed, but the temperament was completely different.

Mu Yang in his memory is frank, cheerful, and flamboyant, but Mu Yang, who is standing in front of him, seems calm and mature, perhaps because he has been a soldier, and now Muyang is elegant and resolute, and he is no longer a wanton teenager in his warm memory.

Nuan couldn't accept Mu Yang's sudden appearance for a while, and turned around to leave, but Mu Yang held his wrist with one hand, and no matter how hard Nuan Wen struggled, it was to no avail.

"Let it go...... If you hear it, let it go. Warm used his other hand to break it, but Mu Yang held it too tightly and couldn't break it at all.

"Don't let go, never let go." Looking down at the warmth, the eyes are affectionate.

The warmth was not struggling, the nose was sore, and the bean-sized tears slipped from the eye sockets.

Muyang was at a loss by the warm tears, and stretched out his hand to wipe the tears for the warmth, but was avoided by the warmth.

Looking at the left hand that was held by Mu Yang, Wen Wen knew that the current situation did not allow him to escape anymore, calmed down his chaotic thoughts, and looked up at Mu Yang.

"You ......" warm lips opened slightly, and finally a thousand words only turned into one sentence: "How can your voice be ......"

Why did the voice as clean and hearty as the warm sun become so hoarse, the voice that she remembered in her heart, why did it become so unfamiliar, what happened to make the originally carefree voice become so vicissitudes.

"It's nothing, I have a fever, my throat burns out." Mu Yang raised his hand again, wiped away the tears on his cheeks for Nuan, and said lightly, "Isn't it...... Hard to hear? ”

Warm blushed and stammered: "No, no, it's not bad at all." ”

"Hehe" Muyang smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "You didn't see the message I sent?" ”

Just now, Mu Yang took in Nunnary's shocked and incredulous expression when she saw him, so he deduced that Nuan didn't see the message he sent, otherwise she would have known that she was waiting for her downstairs. Instead of appearing in front of him in a trance, unprepared.

"Cell phone...... I didn't look at it. Warm face full of confusion, raised his hand to find the phone, but her left hand was still held by Muyang, making her unable to move, "Let go...... I'm looking for a phone. Warmth struggled a little more.

Mu Yang hesitated for a moment and let go of his hand, but the person stood beside Wen Wen, and the distance between the two was only more than ten centimeters.

His face became more and more ruddy, and Wen Wen took a small step back, rummaging through his phone.

"I seem to ...... I don't think I brought my phone. Wen Wen rummaged through the computer bag, and finally said in frustration.

If only she looked at her phone before going out, at least she could be mentally prepared, and she wouldn't come out so unkempt.

"It's okay if I didn't read it, but I actually regretted it after I sent the message." , Mu Yang looked at the warmth and said, "I'm afraid that if you see the information, you will avoid it." (To be continued.) )