"If you cry again, I can't guarantee I'll do anything." Fang Yichao laughed angrily.

In order to prevent her from continuing to shed tears, he still released cruel words.

Looking at the handsome face that was close at hand, Ling Yixi stopped sobbing, but pushed him away with a flushed face: "Hooligans!" ”

"Hey, you're wounding me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Xie Chi didn't know when to put down his phone, staring at them, his fists clenching more and more.

At half past nine, it's time for everyone to eat and drink. Four of the nine people said goodbye to Zhang Yuan and then dispersed.

In the end, only Xiang Heng, Wen Bangning, Xie Chi, Ling Yixi and Fang Yichao remained.

It's time for an answer.

Yu Xiangheng faced Zhang Yuan: "Sister Zhang, I decided to go." ”

Zhang Yuan smiled with relief, "I hope you are right to take this path." ”

"Sister Zhang, there's a chance to see you again." Before leaving, Wen Bangning hugged Zhang Yuan, a little reluctant.

"Well, goodbye."

She watched Yu Xiangheng and Wen Bangning go away.

"I didn't expect that you would have a conscience to send me home?" On the way, Wen Bangning put her hands behind her back and walked forward one step at a time.

Yu Xiangheng was beside her, "That's my master, I'm in a good mood." "Maybe it's because of being a model.

Just send her back with great mercy.

"Cut." Wen Bangning rolled her eyes, and then they had no follow-up.

"I don't know how Yixi is doing." For a long time, Wen Bangning remembered that Ling Yixi was still at the bubble tea shop, and couldn't help muttering a little worriedly.

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"You're not going home yet?" Zhang Yuan asked the remaining three.

Xie Chi fixed his gaze on Fang Yichao, and that look seemed as if Fang Yichao had robbed him of millions.

Fang Yichao shrugged his shoulders innocently and smiled.

The only consistent action between them was to hold Ling Yixi's hand, one by one.

I feel the smell of gunpowder. Zhang Yuan thought.

Originally, Fang Yichao was injured, and Ling Yixi wanted to send him back, but he was killed halfway.

"Come with me." He held Ling Yixi tightly.

Seeing that Ling Yixi was about to be pulled away by Xie Chi, Fang Yichao hurriedly grabbed her with his backhand, "But Yixi wants to send me." ”

He laughed weirdly.

Ling Yixi was caught in the middle, she didn't know what to do, she looked embarrassed.

With whom? She was so anxious that she burst into tears again.

It's really a veritable little crying bag, how long has it been since I cried. Fang Yichao saw Ling Yixi's tears again.

He hurriedly let go of Ling Yixi, "You go with Xie Chi." ”

He was really scared to see her cry now.

Ling Yixi's eyes were red, "What about you?" "He's hurt, and she's not worried about him.

"I don't lack arms or legs, I can walk and fight." Fang Yichao laughed heartlessly again, "It's not safe for you to go back by yourself as a girl, so let Xie Chi send you back." ”

Zhang Yuan, who had not spoken for a long time, echoed: "That's right." ”

Ling Yixi's eyes were still worried.

Fang Yichao rubbed her soft hair, a little helpless, "You can rest assured, it's a big deal that your brother and I will send you a safety message when you get home." ”

Xie Chi saw this intimate action in his eyes, his face sank, but he didn't say anything.

Ling Yixi nodded reassuringly: "Okay." "Her nose and face were red from crying, but now she is smiling sweetly.

I inexplicably think this girl is so cute that it is foul. Fang Yi flushed a thin pink color towards the root of his ear.

Ling Yixi grabbed Xie Chi's hand and turned around to leave, but was stopped by him: "Hey, give me your contact information." ”

Only then did I remember that I didn't have her contact information.

Ling Yixi gave him his mobile phone number.

Watching them disappear into the night, Fang Yichao was full of uninhibition and the smile in his eyes.

Now a hint of loss flashed in his eyes.

"Like that girl, huh?" Zhang Yuan, who has been watching the play for a long time, asked.

Maybe this is the authorities, the fans, the bystanders, the Qing bar.

Fang Yichao's expression was complicated.

Like...... Is it? Thinking of Ling Yixi's face, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster.

He heard Zhang Yuan's words but ignored them, and walked home in a trance.

Looking at the ruffian young man with a prickly head leaving, Zhang Yuan shook his head.

The most difficult feelings to understand in youth......