"Xinyi, what should I do, I hate myself now." Xiaoli held the phone in her hand and wandered around Ma Wenhao's university.

"What's wrong?" On the other end of the phone, Xinyi's concerned voice came.

"I've been here for almost a month, and I find myself more and more dependent on Ma Wenhao, and I don't like myself like this." Xiaoli pursed her lips and said.

When I came to school, I realized that Ma Wenhao was so popular, she slowly began to rely on Ma Wenhao, she never knew that she cared so much about Ma Wenhao, he often had suitors around him, and she became sensitive, and the contradictions in life couldn't help but strengthen. She doesn't like such a stingy self, she doesn't like such a suspicious self, she really doesn't like it. But seeing Ma Wenhao with other girls, she still couldn't help but become herself she didn't like.

"There's no way to rely on it! Who told you to leave me and go to him? On the phone, Xin Yi's angry voice came.

"Okay, don't talk about me, are you okay these days? Does your stepdad still bully you? ”

“…… Belch...... Not...... Don't worry. ”

"That's good......" Xiaoli walked and stopped, "Xinyi, I won't tell you yet, there's something wrong." ”

"Well, bye-bye......"

Xiaoli held her mobile phone in her hand and stood there fixedly, looking at the two intimate people in front of her.

"Brother Wen Hao, I was admitted to your school." Meiting, who hadn't seen her for a long time, appeared in front of Ma Wenhao, stretched out her hand to hold Ma Wenhao's hand, and said with a sweet smile.

"Uh...... That's great! Congratulations. Ma Wenhao held the book in his hand, then lowered his head and looked at Meiting and said.

"Brother Wen Hao, I like you, I want to be admitted to this school because I like you, Brother Wen Hao, how about you with me?" I saw Meiting blushing and boldly confessing to Ma Wenhao.

"Meiting......" Ma Wenhao withdrew his hand from Meiting's hand without a trace, and then reached out to pat Meiting's shoulder, "You are a good girl, you have a lot of choices, I ......"

"I just like you, Brother Wen Hao, let's get along!"

"Uh......"

"If you don't say it, that's a promise!" Meiting smiled brightly and wrapped around Ma Wenhao again, standing on tiptoe to kiss Ma Wenhao's cheek.

"Slut!" Xiaoli couldn't suppress her emotions anymore, rushed forward and tore Meiting away, and raised her hand to slap Meiting.

"Woo...... You...... Brother Wen Hao......" Meiting, who was slapped in the face, suddenly had red circles in her eyes, and asked Ma Wenhao for help pitifully.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful!" Xiaoli raised her hand and hit Meiting again, but who knows, her wrist was firmly buckled.

Ma Wenhao. The person who grabbed her hand turned out to be Ma Wenhao! He actually grabbed her hand.

Xiaoli glared at him fiercely, "Let go-go-me!" ”

But Ma Wenhao still held her hand tightly, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.

Xiaoli looked at him in disbelief, his brows furrowed tightly, and there seemed to be this look of disappointment in his eyes.

Disappointed? Was he disappointed in her? Why? Obviously, it's one thing for him to treat her inappropriately, why did he show such a disappointed expression.

"Xiaoli, don't be like this!" Ma Wenhao said with sadness.

"Don't do that? So what do you want me to do? I believe you like a fool and you TM hurt me like a fool. Xiaoli pursed her lips, glared at Ma Wenhao fiercely, and asked sadly. Why did she feel like she had been slapped hard, with grievances, sadness, and anger in her chest.

"Don't let anger cloud your eyes."

"Anger? Hehe...... Oh, yes! I'm going crazy! In the face of other people's confessions, why don't you refuse, why do you say so many tactful words. Don't you have to say you don't like it directly? Do you want to pedal two boats on one foot? Angry Chong Xiaoli glared at Chen Meiting, who was watching a good show next door, and then complained to Ma Wenhao.

"Can't you just take care of things? Can't it be less extreme? Facing Xiaoli's suspicions, Ma Wenhao's anger couldn't help but come up.

Hearing this, Xiaoli looked at Ma Wenhao like this with unusually unfamiliar eyes, and then she pursed her lips and smiled, her smile was full of sarcasm, and he was sarcastic about himself. That's right! When did she become so sensitive, when did she become so extreme, and when did she regard love as life.

"People like to play a game that lasts for a long time, called "If you are serious, you will lose", Ma Wenhao, it seems that I lost really badly! She gritted her teeth when she said his name, she smiled sadly, and she angrily shook off Ma Wenhao's hand, pushed him away, and left in a hurry.

"Xiaoli!" Ma Wenhao shouted and wanted to chase after him, but Chen Meiting grabbed his hands.

"Brother Wen Hao, my face hurts, woo...... Would you like me to go to the school doctor's office? ”

"I ...... Belch...... All right! Ma Wenhao replied weakly.

The hands hanging from his thighs clenched into fists, controlling his surging chest.

Xiaoli, who ran away, couldn't help but turn around, and what she saw was not Ma Wenhao chasing after her, but two backs with their backs to her and leaving.

When will he stop being as nervous about her as he used to be?

Is love really like perfume? When it was first sprayed, the fragrance was far away and clear, and the taste was so strong, but with the passage of time, the fragrance became lighter and lighter, and slowly volatilized until there was no taste at all, and then the love disappeared. Is there only the touch of incense and the pity in the memory?

Wiping his eyes, his hands were wet, looking at the tears in his hands, "Hehe...... Mo Xiaoli, you are really embarrassed! ”

She is often reluctant to cry in front of him, although there is a sad zone in her heart, but on it she is full of happy bubbles, sometimes not sad, just because he is there, she can pretend that she is happy, just because ...... He's her joy!

But now, he just touched it lightly, and the happy bubbles piled up on it were punctured one by one, and then the saddest and most heart-wrenching sadness in it overflowed, and then she found that all the disguises were shattered in that moment, who was the untouchable sadness in the bottom of who's heart?

"Ifyouwannacry, cryonmyshouider......" ringtone, Xiaoli nervously picked up the phone.

"Hey, Ma Wenhao......" She didn't know that her voice trembled slightly.

"Uh...... It's me! Li Junfeng's bitter voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Woo...... Li Junfeng ...... "Although it was not the sound she wanted to hear, this familiar voice couldn't help but make her heart tighten, and those grievances seemed to come naturally, and she couldn't help crying......