Chen Jiali let him hold herself in her arms. Zhuo Xuewen rubbed the top of her hair with his chin, and reached out to grind her cheek with his thumb, he seemed to take a deep breath and didn't seem to change.

In the end, when Chen Jiali was about to fall asleep, his stormy kiss fell, and she endured it silently. He should be greeted again. He, the two of them moved wildly.

Never so crazy, the sweat on his face dripping down her face. All the silent quarrels, cold wars, sadness, and disappointment were released in madness.

…

Zhuo Xuewen pillowed one arm, took a puff of cigarette, and spit out the smoke ring. Turning his head to look at the man lying on his side with his back to him, he turned his head to look at him and didn't know how to speak for a moment.

"I~" took a hard puff of cigarette and seemed to speak with determination: "I'm going to turn the store around!" ”

"Are you crazy?" Chen Jiali turned around and asked, "This is the hard work of uncles and aunts and many people, how can you bear to turn around?" ”

Zhuo Xuewen held back his anger, "Do you know how I came over in the past few years? He sat upright and pointed out the door and roared: "How much do I pay in order to be able to run well, I am handing out flyers when others are resting, and I am racking my brains to think about how to improve the business when others are traveling leisurely, I am really fed up with these days." ”

"Entrepreneurship is like this," Chen Jiali sat up and grabbed Zhuo Xuewen's shoulder, "We work together to manage with heart, there is always improvement, don't give up like this, okay?" ”

Zhuo Xuewen brushed away the hands on his shoulders and lay heavily on the bed, "It's useless, I'm not this material at all." ”

"Don't give up on yourself, I'm willing to share weal and sorrow with you, as long as you don't give up!" Chen Jiali slowly leaned on his side and cheered him on softly.

…

Back in the apartment, Chen Jiali was in a daze on the sofa, and after a long time, she rushed to the bedroom as if she had woken up, took down the suitcase from the top of the cabinet, and threw a lot of clothes from the closet on the bed.

Feng Zhuying, who came back from outside the door, was startled when she saw her actions, and rushed over to stop her without changing her shoes, "Si'er, what are you doing?" ”

"Second sister, I decided to move back!"

Looking at Chen Jiali's determined eyes, she sat on the bed and asked with concern, "Is something happening?" ”

"Nope. Just don't want him to give up the piano shop? Chen Jiali sat on the bed and whispered, "He wants to transfer the piano shop." But how many people's hard work and expectations in the piano store can't be easily given up! ”

Chen Jiali shook her head and said stubbornly: "I can't let him give up so easily, I want to watch him." ”

"Oops," Feng Zhuying stretched out her hand to interrupt Chen Jiali, who was stuffing clothes into the suitcase, and reassured, "You have to respect his opinion." She tilted her head and thought for a moment, and then said, "It's really not good, it's better for you to ask your uncle and aunt's opinion than for you to be stubborn." ”

A "buzzing" cell phone chime interrupted the two. Chen Jiali picked up her mobile phone, opened the message and saw a photo, she felt that the world was spinning and sitting on the ground.

Feng Zhuying hurriedly stepped forward to help her to the edge of the bed and sat down, "What's wrong?" ”

"..."In response to her, Chen Jiali, who sniffed and was silent.

Puzzled, he picked up the mobile phone on the ground, and the object was a photo, a "nude photo" to be exact.

The male protagonist in the photo is lying shirtless in the quilt, with a white hand resting on his face, and the edge of the photo is the woman's long hair that is loose intentionally or unintentionally.

"Lao Zhuo?" Feng Zhuying asked with wide eyes knowing the answer.

"Second sister, what should I do?" Chen Jiali asked as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"Si'er." Feng Zhuying was a little embarrassed.

"Second sister, I want to be alone!" Chen Jiali raised her eyes and licked her lips, and said in a dry voice.

"Oh," Feng Zhuying patted her shoulder and pointed to the clothes and suitcases on the bed a little unbearably, "These, I'll help you put them back first?" ”

"No need, I'll clean it up myself." Chen Jiali ignored Feng Zhuying's persuasion and withdrew her from the bedroom, and closed the door by the way, the action of closing the door seemed to exhaust all her strength, and she hunched her waist and held on to the handle to pant. It took a while for her to lean against the door and slowly slide down, she sat on the floor with her hands on her knees. Tears fell like broken threads.