The day before Wu Yanjue flew to New York, Feng Gu Qiao had to stay in his room and refused to leave.

Seeing that the quartz clock was pointing to twelve o'clock, Wu Yanjue looked helplessly at Feng Gu Qiao, who was wearing headphones and sitting cross-legged on a chair and looking at the computer.

Feng Gu Qiao held her breath and stared at the screen fixedly, for fear that she would be caught by Wu Yanjue with a glance, so that he would naturally throw her back next door.

She was annoyed in her heart, why she hadn't seen him sleep yet.

"An An, go back to sleep." Wu Yanjue finally spoke up, and his tone was undoubtedly strong.

Feng Gu Qiao wanted to pretend that she hadn't heard, but others had already walked up to her.

Reluctantly raising his eyes, Feng Guqiao took off his headphones and looked at him silently, his eyes full of begging.

Wu Yanjue's face remained unchanged, but he frowned: "Go back." ”

Feng Gu Qiao took a deep breath, stood up on the ground, and went back!

Wu Yanjue watched her go out, but she didn't want her to turn around at the door again, Feng Gu Qiao snorted at him angrily, and then raised her leg and threw the slippers over, she didn't use heavy force, and threw it not far, just threw it at a distance of more than one meter, not far from Wu Yanjue's feet.

There was a muffled "thump-" sound.

"You don't want me." Feng Gu Qiao threw such a sentence when he closed the door, and then closed the door viciously.

Wu Yanjue withdrew his gaze from the door, looked at the pink slippers on the ground, and gently pursed the corners of his mouth.

didn't turn on the light, Feng Gu Qiao sat on the bed with one shoe and one bare foot, the more he thought about it in the dark, the more he felt depressed, and irritably threw off the other slipper and threw himself on the big bed, humming and chirping: "I hate ......"

On the second day, before Wu Yanjue got up, Feng Gu Qiao waited at his door with blank eyes.

As soon as Wu Yanjue, who was neatly dressed, opened the door, he saw Feng Gu Qiao pitifully pulling the door frame on one side, the girl's long hair was soft and loose, and she was holding a red scarf in her hand.

"Good morning!" Feng Gu Qiao smiled and waved at him with the hand holding the scarf, and then stood up straight in an orderly manner.

"So disobedient."

It's only a little past five o'clock, and the family gets up at half past six in the winter, and she doesn't know how early she can get up to clean up and wait for him to appear.

“zengzeng！ Take a look, the love bento I made for you, go to the airport to eat. Feng Gu Qiao shook the handbag in his hand as if he was offering treasures.

Wu Yanjue looked at her, an undercurrent surging in his cold inky black eyes, and finally turned into a fleeting softness, and reached out to take her lunch, "Thank you An An." ”

Obediently handed over the lunch to her, Feng Gu Qiao followed him all the way, and when he arrived at the gate, a sudden voice came from behind: "Wu Yanjue, stop for a moment." ”

Feng Gu Qiao was right behind him, and when he heard Wu Yanjue, he subconsciously turned around, and heard her say slowly: "Don't turn around~"

Feng Gu Qiao took the white scarf, stood on tiptoe, draped it from behind him to his neck, clapped his hands and jumped in front of him, "Gift!" ”

She looked into his eyes full of anticipation and smiled and asked, "Do you like it?" ”

Raised his hand to touch the material of the scarf, it was soft, the tip of the needle was flat, and there was a small red flower at the end, which looked like a sign on the white scarf, Wu Yanjue met her gaze and smiled slightly: "I like it very much." ”

"Well, if you like it." Feng Gu Qiao's smile reached the root of his ears, and he gestured with his scarf and his, "One red and one white, you knit it, I knit it." ”

At the end, she turned her tone around and snapped her fingers mischievously: "Just a pair." ”