The rain cotton outside the window seems to be sprinkled from the shower, especially for the window, and the faucet has been down without turning off. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhu Qingqing has been lying here for a day, and on this day, she has spent most of her time giving rain like a shower outside the window.

Why are you lying here? She didn't know, all she knew was that when she woke up in the morning, she was already lying here, unable to move, unable to even control her own urine and urine, and was done by a catheter. She couldn't move anything but her eyes and her brain.

However, what could she think? Last night? Maybe it was last night!

She vaguely remembered that she and her mother, as well as Yang Ruxue, as soon as she walked out of the alley and came to Chuangye Road, she was pointed at a gun by several masked people, and then fainted unconsciously, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the rain outside the window, and she didn't even know what the whole room looked like.

Who is it? Bad guys?

Zhu Qingqing asked herself like this in her heart, simple and naïve, and she couldn't find a way to solve it other than that.

So what's next? What will they do to me?

Zhu Qingqing's pupils showed panic, but the panic didn't last long, because she thought of Feng Jing and was sure that he would come to save her and heal her immobile body.

However, at this time, Feng Jing was lying lazily on the bed, blinking his eyes and looking at the ceiling. The sound of gurgling water came from the adjacent bathroom, and through the translucent glass door, a convex and backward figure was scratching its head inside. As long as it is a normal man, listening to the sound of bubbling water, he can't help but look away, and then let his blood swell to the fullest.

Of course, Feng Jing is a normal man, so he can't help but look over his head for a look or two, but it was only a glance or two, and he had to start his self-blame.

He needed to think about something, but he couldn't think about the woman in the bathroom.

The sound of the water stopped, leaving a silence, as if the whole world was still, including the head-scratching gesture in Feng Jing's mind.

Boom -

With a long roar, the glass door of the bathroom was opened, and out of it came a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, with slender legs and a thin bath towel around her body.

The girl is none other than Lin Xiaomin, who Feng Jing brought out of the forest villa. By this time, they had left the villa and stayed at a hotel in the center of the East China Sea. Feng Jing was originally going to open two rooms, but Lin Xiaomin said that she was afraid, so they lived in this double room. Of course, Feng Jing didn't say too much about it, not entirely because of lust, but more because he had something to talk about with her.

"You go take a shower, too!" Lin Xiaomin glanced at Feng Jing, tilted her head sideways, rubbed her soft hair, walked past him, and walked to the dresser next to his bed.

Feng Jing's eyes rolled, and he responded in a bit of a panic: "Uh-hmm-"

Lin Xiaomin pursed her lips and smiled at him weirdly, and when Feng Jing turned around to go to the bathroom, she also threw an eyebrow at him.

Looking at Lin Xiaomin's weird smile, Feng Jing shook his body and muttered, "I can't stand you." ”

"If you want to wash it white, the slave and maid will wait for the husband on the bed."

"Alas! If you do this again, if I can't control myself, you know what regret is. ”

"How did you know I would regret it?" Lin Xiaomin's smile froze, and he looked at Feng Jing intently, as if his words were unfathomable.

"Hehe, I'll regret it!" Feng Jing grinned at her, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Gradually, the sound of running water sounded, and the glass door reflected the body of a tall and thin man, the lines were not perfect, but the girl at the dresser did not look away, and had been looking at it since the moment he walked in, as if she was thinking about a very profound question.

When Feng Jing came out of the bathroom, Lin Xiaomin was already lying on his bed, bent over, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Feng Jing, who was standing at the bathroom door, for a moment, his eyes locked on her delicate body, but it didn't last long, his head flicked, as if nothing happened, he walked to the table and picked up the hair dryer, and rubbed his hair that had become flat while blowing.

For ten minutes or so, no one spoke, and it was very quiet, except for the whirring sound of the hair dryer, as if it were the wind swirling from the cave.

Before turning off the light, Feng Jing raised his head again, looked at her for a while, and saw that she didn't react, so he turned off the light, and then got into his own bed, sleeping separately, as if the two were in two different rooms, sleeping in their own beds.

"What's next for you?"

Feng Jing put his hands on the back of his head, staring straight at a lamp hanging from the ceiling with his eyes, and was distracted for a long time. I don't know how long it took for him to finally speak, and said such a sentence with a lot of sadness.

Lin Xiaomin opened his eyes and looked at the dressing table in front of him for a long time, but there was no response, as if he hadn't heard any sound.

Feng Jing's eyebrows furrowed slightly, don't look over, look at the bent body through the dark night, open his mouth and then close, looking like he wanted to say something and stopped.

"Feng Jing." Lin Xiaomin turned around, blinked his eyes, and said, "When did you know?" ”

The corners of his lips twitched, he smiled at her in the dark, and said slowly, "When I was in Beichuan." ”

"Then you still ......"

"What's your name?" Feng Jing interrupted her.

"Lin Xiaomin."

"Real name?"

"Well, real name."

"Oh......" Feng Jing's head turned back, and he looked at the pale chandelier on the ceiling again, and didn't speak for a long time, as if silence at this time was the best word.

Lin Xiaomin turned around and turned back, as if he didn't look at him, and his heart could be quiet. However, the truth did not turn out as she wished, and tears still wet her eyes. Oh, yes! Tomorrow they will be separated, and perhaps they will never see each other again, and perhaps they will be enemies again, which will inevitably bring sadness to the girl's weak heart.

"I plan to go back to Nanyang tomorrow, do you have any plans, if not, come with me!" Feng Jing's eyes were still staring at the ceiling, and his tone was a little stiff.

The silence has been broken, and what is there to be sad about? Lin Xiaomin's eyes opened suddenly, he looked at the dresser in front of him in a daze, and said after a while: "You're not afraid that I will harm you." ”

"Hehe, you won't, although I don't know who you are and what is the purpose of approaching me, but, I believe you won't."

Feng Jing's head turned away again, and through the brilliant light outside the window, he smiled at the girl who was bent over.

"Why believe that I won't." She raised her hand, wiped the corners of her eyes, and pretended to be strong.

"Hee-hee, are you crying?"

"Who the fuck is crying." Lin Xiaomin turned around abruptly and put on a strong look.

"Okay, okay, I cried and couldn't bear you, so I believed it."

"Hee......" Lin Xiaomin smiled, but no longer pretended to be strong, raised his hand and wiped his eyes, smiling as if crying instead of laughing, very ugly, like a big child.

"Okay, go to sleep, I'll have to wake up early tomorrow." As he spoke, Feng Jing turned around and turned his back to her.

"I'm sorry, Feng Jing, Xu Aiyi ......"

"Don't always be sorry, I'm sorry, can you still have fun...... It's not your fault that you didn't save her, you don't have that responsibility...... Good night. ”

"Feng Jing ......"

"Hmmm......"

Lin Xiaomin's lips opened, but he didn't say anything in the end, just said goodnight softly.

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