Wen Miao squatted down and touched its head, muttering in a low voice: "Qizai Qizai, what should I do?" Do you think he hates me? ”

She quietly turned her head to see that he was cleaning up her mess.

Wen Miao didn't dare to look at it again, afraid that she would hit the wall with her head in the next second.

Ran outside with Qizai, through the middle hall, Wen Miao walked to the courtyard of the main entrance, and sat with Qizai to the place where they drank that night.

A man and a dog sat there looking at the sky melancholy.

Until a sound from the courtyard interrupted their silence.

Wen Miao and Qizai looked over there very tacitly, although there was a flower stand in front of them, they could see from the gap, and it did not obstruct their vision, but the people over there could not see them.

Li Yu came back from outside with a stinky face, Zheng Yishui followed closely behind, and his mouth was not idle.

"Li Yu, I found out that you are sick. Where am I going to do your, who are you going to show this dead fish face? ”

"Inexplicable."

The two quickly entered the middle hall, and Wen Miao couldn't hear any sound.

She looked up at the sky, her head in the air.

I feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

After a few moments, someone stood in front of her, blocking her view and handed her a band-aid.

Wen Miao looked up at him, aggrieved: "If you delay a little later, the wound will heal." ”

She looked down at her finger, the blood clot had solidified in the wound, and she held it up to show him.

Mu Yanjiu just said lightly: "Sticky." ”

Wen Miao still held her fingers, "How can I stick one hand?" ”

Mu Yanjiu's silent band-aid was torn open, bent down slightly, and stuck to Wen Miao's injured finger.

He leaned closer, his gaze drooping slightly, his long eyelashes hiding the emotion in his eyes.

His eyebrows and eyelashes were deep and thick, Wen Miao stared, and he had the urge to reach out and touch them.

But in the end, she didn't dare to put it into action.

Mu Yanjiu finished putting a band-aid on her, and was about to turn around and leave, Wen Miao subconsciously reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

When he turned around, Wen Miao was a little stuck, and he didn't know what to say.

Under his eyes, he stumbled and asked, "You...... Hate me? ”

Wen Miao used to be a very confident person, she was a proud girl of the sky, and when she stood on the stage, the eyes of the audience gathered, shining like light.

But love makes people unconfident, and suffers from gains and losses.

Mu Yanjiu was a little hesitant, he was thinking

Wen Miao raised her hand and said, "I'll just watch and not disturb you." ”

Mu Yanjiu looked at her like this, with undoubted toughness in his eyes.

Wen Miao still couldn't stand his eyes, and was defeated first.

She gestured with her hands up, "Then I'll wait for you outside," winking at him, "Don't keep me waiting too long." The second half of the sentence is extremely ambiguous.

Mu Yanjiu looked at her expressionlessly, unmoved.

However, the boy's face was surprised, and his little eyes flashed with the gossip eyes of the same style as Zheng Yishui.

When Wen Miao turned around and was about to go out, she thought of something, she suddenly beckoned to Qizai who was lying on the ground, and said in a soft voice, "Come here, Qizai, let's go out to play." ”

When Qizai heard this, he suddenly raised his ears, stood up suddenly, wagged his tail, and ran towards her happily.

The boy's jaw is about to drop, Qizai usually has a tune with its owner, and he is not close to anyone, a cold batch.

If you try to get close to it, it will bark its fangs at you, and it will be vicious.

But is this still the dog he knows?

The boy was a little skeptical about life.

Until his captain called his name 'kindly'.

"Zhou Qiming.".

……