Yang Nuoyi was stunned, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but loosen.

She thought she was going to get stabbed.

Unexpectedly, the blade suddenly turned.

She watched as Kong Tingcheng shoved the knife handle into her hand and grabbed her hand.

The knife pierced straight into Kong Qingcheng's shoulder.

Yang Nuoyi was completely stunned.

"Smack-"

Lin Youran rushed over, and while holding Kong Qingcheng, he slapped Yang Nuoyi in the face.

Yang Nuoyi didn't notice, took two steps back and fell to the ground.

"Yang Nuoyi, why are you so vicious?"

She paused for a second and looked up at the person in front of her.

Kong Tingcheng leaned on Lin Youran's shoulder with a weak face, crying and crying, "It hurts, it hurts."

Lin Youran looked at her as if he wanted to eat her alive.

"Hehe......"

Yang Nuoyi tilted his head and sneered.

"How dare you laugh!? If I don't come, do you want to kill people in the street? ”

Yang Nuoyi held the ground with his hands and slowly stood up, his face was cold, and there was no trace of ripple in his dark pupils.

"Murder? Mr. Lin really thinks highly of me. ”

She looked down at the palm of her hand that had just rubbed against the ground.

"Isn't it that as long as something happens to the woman next to you, I did it?"

She looked up, her eyes were as cold as frost, and she looked at the person in front of her for a moment.

The eyes of the person in front of him were like sharp blades, piercing into Lin Youran's heart.

He was stunned, and an inexplicable feeling hit his heart, and the eyes that looked at Yang Nuoyi also quietly changed.

"Youran, Miss Yang didn't mean it. She just loves you too much to use such an extreme method...... I'm fine, don't blame her. ”

Kong Chengcheng, who had been staring at him, naturally found out and hurriedly spoke.

"Don't worry about it, she just doesn't clean up, otherwise how can there be people looking for her."

"What if it's not three, what? It's better than you being a slut! Lin Youran, I'll do it again one last time, I don't have anything to do with you anymore, please don't appear in front of me again in the future, and your dog. ”

Yang Nuoyi chewed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, didn't say a word, and looked at the two people in front of him.

"If it weren't for you, how would she have appeared?"

"Hehe, don't you understand people's words?"

If you can't figure out what the situation is now, Yang Nuoyi's brain will really grow in vain.

"You ......"

"Yoran, I hurt."

Lin Youran lowered his head, looked at Kong Qingcheng's pale face, his heart jumped, and he bent down to pick him up.

"Yang Nuoyi, I warn you one last time, don't touch the people around me, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Yang Nuoyi watched Lin Youran almost run away with Kong Tingcheng in his arms, and he didn't feel any feelings in his heart.

"It turns out that this is the feeling of heartache to numbness."

She raised her hand and stroked her heart.

As the sound fell, a tear gradually slipped from the corner of his eye.

"Then why am I still crying?"

She was stunned for a moment, and laughed with tears in her eyes.

On the seventh night, I waited for a long time in the office, and when I came out, I found that Yang Nuoyi had left by herself, and I asked the security guard to find out what happened downstairs.

He hurriedly turned around and went downstairs.

But it's still a step too late.

Lin Youran and the others had already left, leaving Yang Nuoyi alone to stand on the side of the street, his thin back looking sad.

Seventh Night paused, then slowly walked over to her side.

He deliberately made his footsteps loud.

After Yang Nuoyi heard the voice, he hurriedly wiped the tears from his face, and when he turned around, he saw the seventh night standing behind him, looking at him with a light smile.

"Little Flower Cat."

"Huh?"

Yang Nuoyi tilted his head, looking puzzled.

The seventh night took a step closer to her, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Why are you here?"

Yang Nuoyi was stunned for a moment, a touch of shyness flashed in his eyes, he turned his head to avoid his movements, and wiped his hand indiscriminately.

"I'm waiting for the little flower cat to eat, what's the matter, has anyone bullied you?"

The man's soft care was like a big hand grabbing the most sour place in her heart.

Yang Nuoyi couldn't hold back, and cried "wow".

She crouched down, hugged herself tightly, and cried like a three-year-old.

The seventh night sighed softly, walked to her side, stroked her back, and quietly accompanied her.

"I'm really cheap, he treated me like that, I still can't let go. Hehe. ”

After a long time, he heard the person in front of him, choked up, and said angrily.

"Perhaps, there is no fate between you."

The seventh night sighed and patted her on the top of her head.

A useless sentence, but it also illustrates the facts.

"There's no fate that isn't fate, it's just my wishful thinking."

The hand that was placed on Yang Nuoyi's back on the seventh night stiffened, and as if nothing happened, he gently patted her shoulder.

"Want to forget him?"

The man's low, magnetic voice, ethereal and ethereal, like a cello sound floating in the sky, can't help but be bewildering.

"What do you mean?"

Yang Nuoyi raised his head, the tears on his face had not dried, and the whole person looked dirty.

"It's really a little flower cat, let's wipe my face first."

The seventh night had never seen her like this, and I couldn't help but laugh.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently scratched her nose before gently wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Yang Nuoyi smiled embarrassedly, picked up the handkerchief he had just taken from the other party's hand, and wiped his face clean.

"Do you want to give me a chance?"

The seventh night rubbed her head, stood up, and held out his hand to her.

"What?"

Yang Nuoyi was a little stunned, and subconsciously raised his hand to hold his hand.

"Help you forget his chances."

Yang Nuoyi's face changed slightly, the hand he was holding subconsciously clenched, and his brain was full of "buzzing" chirps.

"How did you forget?"

It took a long time for her to squeeze these two words out of her mouth.

"How about we sleep once?"

The man said it bluntly, but it was like a big stone, and it fell on Yang Nuoyi's head.

Her starry eyes widened, and the look in her eyes seemed to be looking at a neurotic.

On the seventh night, however, his expression remained unchanged, as if he were not the one who uttered the shocking words.

Yang Nuoyi came back to his senses and found that his hand was still held by the other party, and he couldn't help but try to break free.

The seventh night didn't give her a chance.

"You don't even want to try, so how do you know it's useless? I like you......"

As he spoke, he took a step forward and bent down in front of Yang Nuoyi, his voice low and gentle,

Yang Nuoyi's heart jumped, and her fair cheeks turned red, as if someone had brushed a layer of rouge, brightening half of the sky.

The shy people exude a kind of unstoppable temptation ~ bewilderment.

The seventh night was like being bewitched, and he couldn't help but lower his head, and just when he was about to touch Yang Nuoyi's red lips, the other party suddenly moved and turned his head.

"Do you want to?".

He was stunned for a second, as if he hadn't noticed, put his head on the other's shoulder, and said softly.

The sound of the man's warm breathing rushed from the eardrum into his heart in an instant.