No matter how she explained, Du Ou listened expressionlessly, a face that was still a hippie smile a second ago, suddenly disappeared like a rain and clouds, and instantly became as cold as a stranger, but there was a fire behind the indifference.

She was still trying to explain, but Du Ou had already pushed her away, jumped out of bed, and began to get dressed. Leng Qinghe looked at him inexplicably, not knowing why he was suddenly like this.

She also wanted to explain, Du Ou waved his hand impatiently and said: Get dressed, go to his house, and move things over.

Along the way, Du Ou didn't say a word, his expression was pale, and he was faintly filled with anger, which made Leng Qinghe also silent. He didn't speak, and she didn't dare to say much, and all the way to the community of diving birds.

When Du Ou stretched out this punch to the diving bird, he didn't think about it at all, and it can be said that he didn't expect it, and he swung this fist completely unconsciously.

This is also the first time he has grown up so arbitrarily, so out of control, so irrational, and so controlled by anger.

Seeing his fist slamming on the diving bird's shoulder, he staggered half a step in front of him, and he was also a little surprised, as if he hadn't come back to his senses for this sudden scene in front of him.

But things turned out too quickly, and he couldn't contain his anger, let alone his fists, and pounced like a male lion.

For the diving bird, he was also shocked by this fist, not because the sudden pain from his shoulder tore at his calm soul, but because the person in front of him suddenly burst out with such an irrational behavior, and he was stunned and stunned for an instant.

However, it was obvious that reality did not allow him to think about the situation in front of him, but urged him to quickly join the situation and plunge into the battle, and he immediately showed no signs of weakness.

Diving birds have basically not fought with other boys since they were young. When he was a teenager, there were boys who would provoke him uninterestingly, but he was accustomed to using wisdom to solve troubles, and he did not like to use physical collisions with each other to compete in everything, which was just the code of conduct for the stupid. The consequences were obvious, and I woke up the next day feeling sore and bruised.

As an adult, he likes to be with girls, and adds a feminine and gentle side to his very sentimental character. He positions himself in each of his actions: educated, gentle, rational, but not pretentious.

Over the years, he has indeed pursued these codes of conduct, which makes him feel that his whole humanity is as fragrant and pure as a fragrant orchid.

Today's matter, he can understand a truth: in the face of different people, we should adopt different ways. Isn't it ridiculous that you and a butcher should talk about the equality of all lives? For him, his butcher's knife is the most powerful tool for dividing life classes.

This is the first time he has fought with someone since he was growing up, and it is unambiguous, very pure, and a very manly fight. To tell the truth, at first he always thought that he was a man who could not use force, and in any case that would damage his image, he had always scoffed at such behavior. But once the fist is thrown, it's much easier. The two of them were at the door, and under Leng Qinghe's dumbfounded futile persuasion, they proceeded quickly and vigorously.

Sometimes the end is as bizarre as the beginning. The two of them were still twisting together very fiercely before, and suddenly the two of them separated inexplicably, staring at each other's eyes, each panting, but they didn't mean to make a move.

Du Ou wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then straightened his shirt and said bluntly: Go!

Leng Qinghe was completely stunned by the scene just now, she heard Du Ou call her, she hadn't come back to her senses, looked at the diving bird, and found that there were some dazzling blood stains on his white sweatshirt, and she didn't know if it was his blood or Du Ou's blood, and she didn't know where the two of them scratched the blood, and the hair that didn't dry out was even more messy, and a few strands were scattered in front of her forehead, almost covering her eyes. He didn't bother to sort it out, because he hadn't come back to his senses.

Leng Qinghe looked at Du Ou again, he had already retreated to the door, standing with his face facing the corridor, although he tidied up his clothes, but he didn't do it completely, his shirt was simply pulled out of his pants, and he also looked embarrassed.

Leng Qinghe didn't have time to ask where the diving bird was bleeding, and he couldn't care about him in front of Du Ou, swallowed his saliva, silently walked past the diving bird, and finally stared at him with his eyes, a deep glance, full of various emotions, emotions that can no longer be told in this life, infinite resentment.

The diving bird simply didn't want to face her again. The moment she walked out of the door, the diving bird kicked the door back, and with a bang, it agreed.

He was really suffocating.

What is it to fight a man for a woman she doesn't love? When he thinks about it, he feels that nesting fire can be regarded as the most unworthy stupid thing in his life.

He sulked alone in the room for a long time, and Qianqian had been barking beside them when they were fighting, and was ready to pounce on it several times, but it still didn't dare to act without the master's order. Right now, its pitiful little eyes were staring at its master, observing his every move.

The diving bird grabbed the leash with one hand and scolded in a low voice: Go, Qianqian.

In the elevator, he found that there were a lot of blood stains on his body, he couldn't help but be taken aback, looked down to see where he was bleeding, looked at it for a long time, didn't see it, looked at the mirror in the elevator, and felt that it was scratched on the forehead, and the blood had coagulated, he wiped it with his hand, and felt that he couldn't wipe it off, so he simply let it go.

When he walked out of the community gate, the security guard was a little surprised when he saw him like this, and asked him with concern: What's wrong? Broken heads?

The diving bird reluctantly said: I hit it.

The security guard smiled thoughtfully and said, "Be careful."

The diving bird pulled Qianqian along the long street, full of a pot of paste, and it seemed that his eyes were full of those unpleasant pictures just now, and he couldn't shake them off. Suddenly saw a woman's figure on the other side of the street that looked like a butterfly, Huo Di was stunned, stood there and watched for a long time, and comforted himself and said: She doesn't live here again, there are so many imaginary people in this world, and she is really ridiculous and lamentable.

Every day, Zhuang Yousheng drove the kite to kindergarten, and then went to school by himself, and after they left, only the butterfly was left alone at home. To pass the long day, Butterfly began her work plan.

She moved out of the computer her father had left behind, looked through the documents, and was curious to see what kind of novels her father had written before he died. Second, she is also planning what she should do?