Coming to his house again, Fang Yuan felt a familiar aura coming to her face, and she couldn't stop looking at the various decorations in the room.

Song Yuqiao lives in a small two-bedroom apartment, clean and tidy, with black and white furniture and decoration.

Song Yuqiao went to the bathroom, took out a towel again, and handed it to Fang Yuan.

"You go take a bath, I'll cook porridge for you."

After Song Yuqiao finished talking to her, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook porridge, he vaguely remembered that there was no brown sugar at home, and he would go out to buy a brown sugar later.

Fang Yuan's mouth opened slightly, looking at him in a daze, still holding the towel he handed over in his hand, he didn't know what it was like.

It was his former gentleness, thoughtfulness and decency towards her.

He never lets himself lose his temper, does everything in an organized manner, does a good job for her ahead of time, and also makes sure that she doesn't get bored.

However, once he met Shen Shengyu, he would not look like him, thinking of him who he had met in the hospital before, when he was full of Shen Shengyu in his eyes, and she could only stand silently and watch him from a distance.

Because she knew that in Song Yuqiao's heart, she Fang Yuan was just a colleague of Shen Shengyu.

A dispensable person has no weight in his heart.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but bow his head and clenched the towel in frustration, turning around and walking towards the bathroom.

After taking a step, she seemed to have made a major decision, took a deep breath, turned around and ran to Song Yuqiao's side, and mustered up the courage to hold his wrist.

Song Yuqiao was tying an apron, the sudden touch made him look stunned, and subconsciously looked over, seeing Fang Yuan's starry eyes, his throat rolled, his eyes fixed on hers, his lips moved slightly, he wanted to say something but didn't say it.

"What's wrong?" Song Yuqiao slowly lowered his head and looked at the hands of the two.

Fang Yuan pursed his lips slightly, and after coming back to his senses, he withdrew his hand and put it behind his back as if he had been pricked by a needle.

She swallowed her saliva, feeling a little nervous for a while.

Her mind was so messed up right now that she couldn't even remember what she was going to say.

Song Yuqiao saw that she didn't speak, so he took the initiative to bend down, tilt his head, and look at her.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Song Yuqiao talked to himself, and then put his hand on her forehead habitually.

Fang Yuan's whole body stiffened, the hand behind his back kept twisting, tilting his head slightly, his hand was empty.

Song Yuqiao didn't notice that something was wrong with her, and he didn't feel that her forehead was very hot.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You ......" Fang Yuan's heart was beating very fast at the moment, staring at him with a pair of big and round eyes, biting her lip, and then she plucked up her courage and said, "Why are you so good to me?"

When Song Yuqiao heard the question, he was stunned and didn't answer, just stared at her.

Fang Yuan felt her scalp tingle, but she didn't care about anything else at all now, she raised her head and looked straight at him, not letting go of the slightest clue in his eyes. What I wanted to say was now all revealed.

"You do this will make me feel that I am being amorous, really, every time you are kind to me, every time you are kind to me, I will think that you are still interesting to me, and then I will fantasize, I think we still have a play, but I know in my heart that you can't like me, so please don't give me hope anymore, okay? I really can't stand the ups and downs. ”

Fang Yuan took a deep breath, and after saying everything he had said, his heart was full of joy.

She stuffed the towel into Song Yuqiao's hand, intending to leave directly.

Even if she likes someone again, she can't stand the feeling of being separated, so forget it.

Anyway, she is not without a better one, and her conditions are not bad, so she will not find another one she likes.

It's just inexplicably sour, what's going on......

Fang Yuan bit his lip tightly, trying to keep himself from crying.

She wants to let herself leave in style, so that she won't be laughed at by him.

Fang Yuan stuffed the towel and was about to leave, and when he walked to the gate, Song Yuqiao spoke.

He ran in front of Fang Yuan and blocked Fang Yuan's path.

Bowed his head slightly, stared at her, and looked at her deeply with clear and misty eyes.

"Wait a minute." Song Yuqiao pondered for a moment, he licked his lips, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he seemed to be thinking about what he should say.

Against Fang Yuan's gaze, Song Yuqiao took a deep breath, and then replied, "Seriously, I don't know what it feels like to you, I just feel very relaxed with you and very familiar with you." Every time I see you, I always want to talk to you, I don't know if I like it or not, but I don't want to see you hurt, and I don't want you to get sick and cold. ”

Fang Yuan was stunned and looked at him in disbelief.

Song Yuqiao continued with his feelings: "If my behavior offends you, then I apologize to you, I'm sorry." After speaking, Song Yuqiao pursed his lips, walked past her, and walked towards the room, Fang Yuan's footsteps paused, the hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, and there was entanglement and hesitation in his eyes.

If this had been put in the past, she would have been happy.

Because this means that he has more love for her, and sooner or later he will surpass Shen Shengyu, but after experiencing the previous things, she knows that she will never be as good as Shen Shengyu, and she is just a "girlfriend" in his heart, and "girlfriend" is not as good as Shen Shengyu.

Fang Yuan was ruthless and strode towards the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator, Song Yuqiao walked out with a black umbrella.

"It's still raining outside, be careful on the road."

After speaking, Song Yuqiao stuffed the umbrella into her hand and left, but he didn't hear the sound of the door closing for a long time.

The elevator door slammed open.

Fang Yuan looked at the other side of his room in a daze, his throat rolling, he looked down at the pure black umbrella, his expression was dazed, and he walked into the elevator in a daze. The door closed slowly, Fang Yuan looked ahead in the elevator, holding an umbrella in her hand, watching the number drop little by little, her heart was extremely uncomfortable.

Obviously she has already got the answer, but why is she still sad?

Is it unwilling? Indeed, she has obviously stayed by Song Yuqiao's side for a long time, why does he just not like her, why is he reluctant to give himself a little attention on Shen Shengyu?

Song Yuqiao sat on the sofa and looked at the pot in the kitchen that had not yet been fired.

The door wasn't closed, there was no sound outside, it was quiet, only the crackling of rain.

It makes the empty room seem even more lonely.

Song Yuqiao lowered his eyes, put one hand on his knee, and the other hand on his forehead, looking extremely depressed.

The world was clear, and the towel was on the table, and her temperature was still on it.

He thought for a moment, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the pouring rain outside, he put his hands on his forehead, feeling the cold breath.