The winter wind was raging, his hair was flying in the wind, and he looked at the man in the crowd, clenched his fists, and gathered words in his chest.

Fu Nanli's car stopped in front of the Shaw Building, and at a glance he saw Wen Qiao in the crowd, she was tall, wearing an off-white short down jacket, and her long hair was casually draped, very outstanding.

There was a small event in the evening, and he came over in advance to watch her performance.

When I looked up, I saw that the person standing on the original terrace was the boy named Zhuang Yan.

His bodyguard explained to him: "It is a fixed activity at the end of the semester every year, and students will shout their hearts on this terrace. ”

The car window was ajar, and Zhuang Yan on the rooftop finally began to speak.

"I used to like a girl." He spoke with veins on his neck and used all his strength to fight against his youthful pride.

Xu Lu's heart sank completely.

Wen Qiao looked at the somewhat hysterical teenager, and his heart was calm.

"When I was in high school, I was a conceited and high-minded boy who valued face more than anything else."

Fu Nanli's jawline slowly tightened, the cold light in his eyes was raging, his breathing was slightly suffocated, and he only looked at Wen Qiao in the crowd.

Joel, if there were no compelling reasons, who would you choose?

"When that girl confessed to me, I didn't accept it, this is the thing I regret the most in my life, I arbitrarily believe the false messages about her in school, I spend every day in regret, I was wrong, I'm sorry!"

This is the first time Zhuang Yan has said sorry.

He stood in the cold wind, looked down at her in the crowd, and said sorry over and over again.

Lu Youyou's eyes were a little red: "Damn, what is Zhuang Yan doing here?" Jojo, one yard to one yard, I really didn't expect him to bow his head one day. ”

Wincho shrugged.

Lu Youyou said again: "If there is no Fu Shao, will you forgive Zhuang Yan?" ”

Wen Qiao shook his head slightly: "There is no such if. ”

The sky is clear, but Xu Lu's heart is gray, Zhuang Yan doesn't care about it to this point, for Wen Qiao, he doesn't want the self-esteem that he is most proud of.

The only thing she was glad about was that Wen Qiao had a Fu Nanli by her side.

Wen Qiao wanted to be half-hearted, and Fu Nanli would not allow it.

Zhuang Yan never had that chance in his life.

Zhuang Yan finally stepped down from the rooftop, calmed down and sober, but he did not regret his crazy behavior just now, he faced his heart and overcame the obstacles in his heart.

Finally it was Wen Qiao's turn, she was the last, until she stood on the terrace, she saw a black Maybach parked not far away, it was Fu Nanli's car, and she said a few official words hoping that folk music would get better and better.

The people in front of Yifu gradually dispersed, leaving only Zhuang Yan, Xu Lu, Zhao Tong and Wen Qiao's dormitory, and she quickly went downstairs.

Passing by Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan's heart was beating extremely fast, but she just passed by him, did not stop, did not stay, did not even have him in her eyes, she ran to the back quickly.

He followed her figure and turned his gaze to see her running to a black car.

Fu Nanli sat in the car, and when she looked at her and walked towards him with a smile in her eyes, her heart fell inch by inch.

Whether you love it or not, you can only stay with me.

"Why are you here?"

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