Ruize: "............"

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Outside, Luo Qiao looked at the tall man standing in front of her, and couldn't help frowning: "If you have anything to say, say it." ”

She didn't want to get close to him like that, she didn't want to look at his look and attitude...... Shen Jikong looked at her, and couldn't help but pull his lips and smile, with deep self-deprecation: "Sometimes I wonder what I can do to make you less repulsive to me." ”

He also wanted to be nice to her, but she didn't care about everything he did.

She didn't even want to see him.

With no choice, he could only imprison her by his side, but the final result was that Luo Qiao wanted to kill him.

When the hell will she be able to see him.

Shen Jikong looked at Luo Qiao, laughed slowly, and asked in a very soft voice: "Is it only the day I die?" ”

The sky was bright, and Shen Jikong stood there, asking such a sentence in a very light tone.

Luo Qiao couldn't help but raise her eyes.

Shen Jikong looked at Luo Qiao, his eyes were deep, he had been thinking for a long time, what was the meaning of his life, it seemed that everyone was telling him that they would be better off without him.

Among them were his parents.

On the day he met Luo Qiao, he collapsed on the deserted street, feeling his body gradually unconscious, and thought to himself, maybe it would be better to die like this.

It's ridiculous that someone like him won't even shed a tear for him in the end.

It was very cold that day, the girl came out of the apartment, she was still a little dazed, and she was still carrying a garbage bag in her hand, and when she saw him, her expression was obviously surprised, and he looked at her coldly as she came to him, and her fingers brushed away his hair that was stuck with ice and snow, and reached out and touched his forehead.

Her fingers were soft and delicate, and the heat was transmitted little by little, and then she dragged him into her apartment, bandaging his wounds and cleaning up the blood.

Luo Qiao saved him and made him feel that life might not be such a boring thing, but she finally lost him again, making him feel more uncomfortable than death.

What should he do?

Maybe only death can make her look at him more.

In this position, Shen Jikong stood less than a meter away from her, the smile on the corner of his mouth was ethereal, and there was a faint shadow around him, just looking at her quietly, and the whole person seemed not so real.

Later, this scene often ran into Luo Qiao's mind, and she thought that at this time, she could have found out that something was wrong with him.

It would have been.

Luo Qiao frowned: "What exactly do you want to say?" ”

Shen Jikong stared at her for a moment, then took a step closer to her.

Luo Qiao subconsciously retreated, this action caused him to laugh very shallowly, and laughed at himself: "Do you hate me so much." ”

Shen Jikong bent down slightly, leaned into her ear, and his voice was soft and soft, "But Qiaoqiao, I only have you in my life." I don't care about anything else. ”

Luo Qiao raised his eyes, Shen Jikong's slightly lighter eyes looked clear and beautiful in the sun, and the waves of laughter in his eyes looked calm and restrained, but Luo Qiao inexplicably felt a faint madness that was about to be irrepressible.

Her breath paused slightly, and she looked at him, "What do you want to do?" ”

Shen Jikong had already stood up straight, and his voice was very gentle: "Qiaoqiao, come with me." ”

Luo Qiao refused without thinking: "Impossible." ”

His eyes stared at her, and he said slowly: "You like Ming Siran so much, obviously I can do everything he can for you." ”

Hearing this, Luo Qiao subconsciously looked at the man sitting in the restaurant through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Ming Siran's eyes always fell on her, and when he saw her coming, his expression moved slightly, he stood up, and walked towards her.

Luo Qiao couldn't help but retract his gaze, "But you're not him." ”

Shen Jikong naturally saw Ming Siran's figure, and he couldn't help it for half a minute.

He looked away and looked at Luo Qiao, his eyes were deep: "You and him will never be together." "He won't allow it.

"That's what you're saying today?"

Shen Jikong hooked the corners of her mouth, stretched out her hand as if she wanted to touch her face, Luo Qiao immediately shook it off, but she didn't know where she touched the man, and she clearly heard him snort.

After a pause, Luo Qiao frowned, looked at him, and paused before asking, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Shen Jikong didn't speak.

Suddenly thinking of something, Luo Qiao's eyelashes moved slightly, and she reached out and pulled his arm.

Shen Jikong subconsciously wanted to pull away, "Luo Qiao." ”

His voice was low, and there was a hint of warning in his tone.

Luo Qiao ignored his objections, reached out and rolled up his sleeve.

The next moment, when she saw the marks on the man's arm clearly, even she couldn't help but gasp.

The place where he was scalded by the soup that day was not bandaged, or rather, he only removed it again, and at this moment, the scar even looked like a kind of bloody and frightening.

This is close to self-harm......

Luo Qiao raised her eyes and looked at Shen Jikong incredulously.

Shen Jikong frowned under her shocked gaze, and his eyes calmly withdrew his arm, and he didn't show any other performance like that, even when he was talking to her plainly just now, he couldn't see anything unusual.

It was said that the pain of a burn was the most unbearable of all pains, but he seemed to be unconscious.

Luo Qiao stared at him, with anger in his eyes, and even his voice was cold: "What, are you trying to make me feel guilty?" ”

The soup was injured like this because she helped her block him, although she didn't ask him to do it, but after all, it was because of her that caused the consequences.

Shen Jikong didn't expect her to ask like this, he raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and even had the mood to chuckle, he glanced at her: "Guilty? So I'm going to make you feel guilty like this? And such a good thing? ”

He loosened the clothes she had pulled up, and while tying the cuffs, he asked as if nonchalantly, "Then do you feel guilty now?" ”

Luo Qiao said directly: "How is it possible." ”

Shen Jikong listened to her answer, as if there was no surprise, and his eyes were calm: "That wound is on me, I hurt me, what does it have to do with you?" ”

Luo Qiao listened to his words, and was almost angry, how could there be such a person: "If you don't block it for me, I won't care how it hurts and what the wound is rotten." ”

It's only because of what she hurt that she feels a little responsible.

Shen Jikong looked at her for a few seconds, and gently pulled the corners of his mouth: "The arm is mine, I can block it for whoever I want, and I will be willing to block it for you." ”

"You ......"

Ahead, Ming Siran had already walked out of the restaurant.