Fu Jingting only glanced at the past, and her secret thoughts did not miss a bit.

The corners of his forehead couldn't help twitching, and suddenly his fingers pressed heavily on her forehead, and snorted coldly, "Don't open a dye shop with some paint, and then hit me with the idea, you can try it." ”

Xu Qingcheng was nodded by him and leaned back, her posture was not elegant at all, she reached out and patted his hand away, a little regretful, "Got it." ”

As he spoke, a look leaned over unwillingly.

Fu Jingting looked at her, even if the light was insufficient, it was also soul-shattering, and he almost subconsciously reached out to cover her eyes.

The top floor of the hospital is not a place to be viewed with flowers. It's even desolate, with a couple of machine plug-ins here. There were some unkempt building remnants on the ground, and clothes poles that I don't know which family members had pulled up.

The man had a lot of strength, Xu Qingcheng was slapped by his slap, his heel was tripped, she reflexively reached out and grabbed his windbreaker, the man was dragged by her and staggered, and his body leaned forward towards her.

Xu Qingcheng closed his eyes and thought to himself.

The expected pain did not hit, her waist was hugged, her whole person rose into the air, Xu Qingcheng almost subconsciously hugged the man's neck, but for a moment, she stood firmly on the ground, and her arms were still climbing on him.

The man scolded,.

Xu Qingcheng blinked, and he hit the side of the railing.

"Are you alright?" She was a little weak-hearted.

Fu Jingting's face was a little dark, he let go of his hand and pushed her, "The play is over, you can go." ”

Xu Qingcheng subconsciously turned around and saw the mottled iron door on the roof of the building swaying, as if someone had run down.

Oh.

The paparazzi are gone.

The play is over.

A few thunderbolts fell, and the raindrops suddenly poured down.

Xu Qingcheng raised his hand to block it in front of her forehead, and the rain was heavy, so she put on her coat, turned her head and ran towards the door.

The wind was blowing, and the equipment on the top floor was crackling.

Xu Qingcheng opened the door, and his hair was wet in just such a short distance.

She hid in, looked back, the man leaned sideways, as if his clothes were hooked, he walked forward, leisurely walking, and raised his arm and shook it hard, it was pouring rain, and he didn't know what he was doing.

The wall-mounted headlights suddenly lit up the entire evening rain curtain, and the focus was naturally on the man.

Dressed in a black trench coat, his hair was disrupted by the rain, he turned his face slightly, his arm raised and pressed to his lips, and the red washed by the rain in the light startled his eyes.

"Your arm, scratched?"

Xu Qingcheng took a few steps out, and she rushed to him, raising her hand to look at his arm.

The man dodged, pressed his other hand on her head, spun, turned, and pushed the man through the door.

He followed, and the door closed behind him.

The rumbling thunder and the rattling of the rain were kept out, and the smell of disinfectant water that was unique to the hospital entered the nose.

Fu Jingting walked down from the bottom, and most of the bottom of the building was narrow and closed.

He walked ahead and completely blocked the road.

The man's back was wide, the black trench coat was wet from the rain, and the wet marks were conspicuous at the peak of the back, and he casually held the hair on his forehead with one hand, and hung down at his side with the other.

Xu Qingcheng followed behind, and could see that the sleeves of his windbreaker were torn, and she didn't pay attention to any protruding foreign objects near the railing, she took a few steps forward quickly, reached out to pull his arm, and the hand was solid, the man hissed, turned sideways violently, and his elbow almost turned to her face.

His face is not very good-looking.

The hair on his forehead was messy, diluting the cold and uninhibited momentum on his body a little.

Xu Qingcheng hurriedly let go of his hand, and his palms were stained with blood.

She snapped her eyes shut.