She had no other choice but to send him a message: "See you in the evening, okay?" ”

Even if he found out that she was a liar, she would have to go to see him and accept the look in his eyes.

It's all about staying alive.

At half past five in the evening, she came to Fu Nanli's apartment and rang the doorbell, because she was no longer qualified to enter the door directly.

When there was no response, she crouched down by the wall and waited for him to return.

At six o'clock, the elevator door opened, and he saw the person sitting on the ground holding his legs, and his heart was pounding, she was like an abandoned stray cat in winter, poor and innocent.

Wen Qiao stood up, the caution in his tone was clear, "You...... You're back. ”

His mandibular muscles were slightly pulled, his fingers rubbed on the edge of the captain's cap, looked at her, and said after a while: "Why didn't you enter the house?" ”

Wen Qiao's restrained smile made him feel extremely dazzling, and she said, "Just look at you, I...... I'll go first. ”

He stood there, motionless as a mountain, as quiet as a winter night, so cold that one did not dare to say a word.

Wen Qiao cautiously passed by him, and suddenly his wrist was grabbed by him.

She had been waiting for him for a long time, her fingers cold.

His hands were as warm as ever.

"Why is it so cold?"

As soon as he spoke, Wen Qiao's heart suffocated.

"I've been waiting for you for a while."

"Why don't you go inside the house and wait?"

Wen Qiao didn't dare to look back at him, and said in a muffled voice: "You haven't contacted me for a long time, I'...... Thought we had broken up. ”

There was a long silence, and at last, the man took her hand and pulled her towards the door, the sound of pressing the code mixed with his deep voice—

"I've been a little busy lately, so I haven't been able to take care of you." He said.

The door opened, and Wincho was pulled in by him.

"I ...... I have something to ...... to you."

Before he could finish speaking, his kiss fell.

Obviously, there were cold people around him just now, as if they were being heated by the floor heating in the apartment.

This time the kiss was different from usual.

Because he bit her.

With a hint of ferocity and punishment.

After a while, Wen Qiao sat on the sofa with a well-behaved posture, Fu Nanli sat opposite her, leaned forward slightly, took out a tissue, and pressed it on the corner of her mouth for her, "Does it hurt?" ”

Wen Qiao wanted to nod, but he bit hard, of course it hurt.

"It doesn't hurt."

There was humility engraved in her eyes, with flattery, and she saw that Fu Nanli was unhappy, and lowered her eyes, "It hurts, it can also be said, it's not good for me." ”

Wen Qiao still shook his head: "It doesn't hurt." ”

The bleeding stopped, and Fu Nanli's heart was suffocated when the wound made him, and his face was a little gloomy.

Wen Qiao stopped talking and said, "I have something to say to you. ”

She wanted to confess to him, but the lie pressed in her heart, which made her feel guilty after all.

His rough thumb rubbed the corner of her mouth slightly: "Needless to say, I'll send you back." ”

"......"

Seeing his eyes, it was the eyes that didn't want to hear anything from her.

Wen Qiao's heart trembled, and he pulled her out, and when she went downstairs, she asked, "Then I will ...... Can I still come to you? ”

She couldn't see what he was thinking.

"We're boyfriend and girlfriend, why can't you come to me?"

The downstairs door was open, and the night outside was as cold as water, Fu Nanli took her hand and walked out.

Fu Nanli helped her open the car door, but she didn't get into the car, Wen Qiao opened the car window and looked up at the tall man: "On the evening of Thanksgiving at the Wenci Art Center, our folk music club has a performance, do you have time to watch?" ”

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