Jiujiu, divorced Shen Yue. His sigh-like voice spilled out of his throat, and Jiang Jiu trembled all over, almost unable to stand on his feet, "Okay?" ”

“…… Stop talking nonsense. Ginger wine barely squeezed out his voice,

The ......man raised his head and looked at her quietly, his dark and deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything under her eyes.

Ginger had to calm his trembling breathing. She clenched her hands and whispered, "Alright, don't make a fuss. I'm going back. ”

Wen Xili looked at her and didn't speak.

After a while, he put his forehead on her shoulder, and his voice sounded a little muffled: "I'm sleepy." ”

"...... "Ginger," you go back to your room and sleep." ”

"Don't."

"......" ginger wine was a little faintly speechless.

"You sleep with me."

“…… No. ”

"That's it." He looked confident, "I can fall asleep standing anyway." ”

Ginger wine: "......"

She was so tired.

"Stop making a fuss."

"You sleep with me."

Jiang Jiu let out a breath: "You let go of me first." ”

He looked up, and there was a hint of triumphant triumph in his eyes, and he didn't hide it.

Jiang Jiu was powerless to complain for a while, so he could only push him: "Go take medicine." ”

“…… Oh. Now he was finally satisfied, took the cold medicine from her hand, and went back to the bedroom to take the medicine.

Wen Xili's bedroom, like his usual style, is mainly simple. It may be that he doesn't plan to live there permanently, and he doesn't have many things with traces of use, and it looks like a model house.

Ginger wine poured water for him, and watched him swallow all kinds of pills with difficulty, and when he finished taking the medicine, his eyes were a little red.

Jiang Jiu was also a little distressed when he saw his miserable appearance, and couldn't help asking, "Are you okay?" ”

I didn't even dare to make a loud noise.

I can't wait to reach out and touch his head.

The man looked at her, put the glass down, and sat on the bed looking at her.

Jiang Jiu understood his hint, sighed lightly, stepped forward and hugged him gently.

He hugged her tighter, and the strength made her a little sad.

After hugging her for a while, he hugged her and lay down on the soft bed.

The lights were still on, and the two men looked at each other face to face.

His gaze was still the same as four years ago, clear and gentle, even if it was stained with haze, but there was still the warmth and clarity that belonged to this man.

He is a different person from Wen Fengmian.

It's also a different person from another Wencili.

If you can't be with him, you shouldn't give him any response.

But she always dragged mud and water.

Again and again, again and again, soft-hearted.

was unwilling to accept Wen Fengmian's plan, and gave birth to Jiang Ci behind his back, and even took the initiative to send him to the hospital.

Obviously I know that I shouldn't do this, but I can't help but want to be gentle with him.

If you like someone, you can't be cruel to him anymore.

I know it's wrong, but I repeat it.

Can you covet this moment of warmth, and can you get the forgiveness of the deceased?

She wouldn't get any answer, but she couldn't help but have a hope in her heart.

It would be nice if Lan Ya was still alive, if there were not so many lives between the two of them, she could ignore everything and seriously like someone again, no one would blame her for empathy, after all, the person in front of her also loved her so seriously.

Obviously he didn't do anything, she couldn't be with him anymore, why should he be Wen Fengmian's younger brother?

The brother of the murderer who destroyed her family?