He was so trembling that he could barely say a word, his eyes were full of pain, and he almost couldn't hold it anymore and was about to collapse. pbtxt

He didn't know that his cat was cat.

I once made such a big sacrifice for him.

"Cats. I'm sorry for you. Cat Cat ......"

He whispered, like a wounded beast whining.

Gu listened casually, distracted and silent.

She seemed to be able to imagine what kind of embarrassed and pleading state the man on the other end was now.

The two had been together before, and she knew him.

So understanding, the way he frowned, the way he looked helpless, the way he smiled and spoiled her, when he was angry at her.

She remembers, remembers, like the deepest part of her memory.

But she felt that she couldn't imagine it.

The two of them have broken up for so long, and he is no longer the person he was at that time.

Probably, for so many years, Ning Qinghong has become the most familiar person to Qiao Yiwei by Qiao Yiwei's side.

Gu casually held the mobile phone in one hand and listened silently in his ear.

The other little white hand was raised weakly and stood in front of the apricot eyes.

She was hiding something, her eyes were misty, and her throat was blocked by something sour, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Ning Qinghong raised his head, his clear face was handsome and untouchable, a face that made people crazy, his eyes were red, and he couldn't hide the deep pain.

"Cats." Ning Qinghong spoke, his plain and clear voice was dumb at the moment, as if it had been polished on rough sandpaper, "You used to love me so much, can't you love me anymore?" ”

His voice asked so softly.

Cautiously full of supplication.

He had never spoken to Gu casually like this.

In her mind, he has always been the gentle and jade-like Ning Qinghong.

Even if she broke up, even if she could only see him noble and elegant on the LCD screen of TV and shopping mall advertisements.

He has always been Ning Qinghong, the shining and high-profile Ning Qinghong.

Ning Yingdi, who is madly admired and fanatically sought after by everyone.

She had never seen such a fragile side of Ning Qinghong.

Gu casually's heart hurts greatly.

There was a little moist tear in the corner of her eye, and she laughed silently, as if she wanted to cry, but she didn't.

"No, you can't. I don't love you anymore,...... What do you think I'm for, telling you that I was almost by a woman and taken nude photos? ”

Gu Casual's voice was so quiet in the dark night, with a kind of emptiness, so lonely that it made people chill.

She smiled softly, "Qinghong, I am telling you this, not to make you grateful to me, nor to tell you how much I love you, how much I have paid for you, crying and begging you to change your mind and come back to me." No, I'm not trying to use this to make you feel sorry for me. ”

Ning Qinghong's voice was hoarse: "What's that?" ”

Gu casually closed his eyes uncomfortably, removed his little white hand, stared at a point of nothingness in the air, and whispered:

"I'm telling you to make you feel guilty, you know? If you feel a little sorry for me, and you feel grateful for what I have done for you, don't look for me again, and if two people meet, they will be regarded as not acquaintances. Please, don't trouble me anymore. ”

"Cats!" Ning Qinghong's pupils suddenly ached.

Never know each other again.

If you say such a heart-wrenching word, the cat can actually say it.

"How could I be grateful for that thing you did for me."

Ning Qinghong lowered his eyes peacefully, and the sudden hideous crimson at the bottom of his pupils was hidden.

As if proclaiming, his voice suddenly became cold and cold: "I will not give up on you." Cat, you love me, and you will love me again. ”

Gu casually bit her lip, biting hard, the soft corners of Sakura's lips were bitten by her, and there was a little blood.

She stopped talking and cut off the phone.

The phone was suddenly hung up, and Ning Qinghong held the phone with his slender fingers.

The narrow eyes look at the blackened screen, indicating the end of the call.

He looked at the phone screen, his head, because of the alcohol, thinking back to what the cat had just said.

Such a soft and delicate voice, saying words that are heart-wrenching.

"I'm telling you to make you feel guilty."

"If two people meet, please treat it as if they don't know each other."

"Don't trouble me anymore."

When, he turned out to be a problem for cats.

Ning Qinghong's head was like a cassette, showing Gu Xian's words over and over again.

The whole body, the trembling pain, the kind of pain, he almost couldn't bear it.

Having drunk too much alcohol, the fragile stomach is protesting, throbbing.

Ning Qinghong's face was a little pale, but he didn't care about it at all, stretched out his hand, his big hand was about to pick up the red wine in front of him, picked up the wine bottle, handed the bottle to his lips, and raised his head to pour it.

The bottle was already empty.

Not a drop left.

"Bang ......"

The wine bottle in his hand was smashed against the wall by him, and there was a huge sound, and the wine bottle shattered to the ground.

Qiao Yiwei took the key, opened the door, and came in from the outside, startled by the sudden loud noise.

"Qinghong, Qinghong, are you there?" In a soft voice, she asked worriedly and quietly, "Why didn't you turn on the lights?" ”

Slender fingers, fumbling on the wall, feeling the switch, turned on the light.

Click.

The crystal chandelier in the center of the living room suddenly lit up.

The bright light was dazzling, Ning Qinghong frowned, and blocked his eyes with his hand.

turned on the light, and Qiao Yiwei saw Ning Qinghong sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He was drenched in alcohol, and he was lazily reclining on the sofa, surrounded by empty beer bottles, red wine bottles, several, and he had drunk them all.

"Qinghong." Qiao Yiwei walked to his side and looked at the wine bottle, the closer he got to him, the stronger the smell of wine.

Frowning her eyebrows, Qiao Yiwei Qingli's little face was worried, "Why did you drink so much wine?" ”

Ning Qinghong didn't answer, his big palm was on his eyes, motionless and didn't move away.

It seems that he didn't hear Qiao Yiwei's question.

Qiao Yiwei stood, staring at the man from top to bottom, with infatuation in her eyes.

Ning Qinghong was wearing a camel-colored sweater, revealing a delicate collarbone, and the side lines of his face were clear and smooth. The bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thin, and the two thick eyebrows are like ink.

The man's facial features are as perfect as heaven, and there is no place in her eyes that is not perfect.

Qiao Yiwei saw that he didn't move or answer, she retracted her infatuated gaze, squatted down, and cleaned up the wine bottles scattered on the ground, the red wine bottles that were smashed just now, and the broken glass.

Then, I went into the bathroom and got hot water.

The water rattled.

In a minute or two, Qiao Yiwei came out with a basin of hot water, a clean white towel, soaked in hot water, and wrung out.

She held the hot towel and rubbed it delicately and gently on his handsome face.

Ning Qinghong opened his eyes suddenly, and under his eyes, there was a deep understanding, scarlet blood, which did not subside.

His big hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed Qiao Yiwei's thin wrist holding the towel, stared at her, and didn't say a word.

"Qinghong." Qiao Yiwei's hand was pinched a little painfully, she couldn't stand it a little, and whispered, "You hurt me." ”

Ning Qinghong didn't let go, and the strength of the movements in his hands tended to increase.

"Qinghong." Qiao Yiwei didn't know if Ning Qinghong was drunk, and the pain in her wrist made her bite her lip.

She raised her eyes, and there was a delicate look on her innocent little face, "I hurt." ”

Ning Qinghong's eyes were dark and uncertain, and he looked at Qiao Yiwei's delicate face for a few seconds.

He jerked her wrist and was caught off guard, and Qiao Yiwei fell into his arms.

The head, knocked on his chest, was in good shape, with a thin layer of hard muscle lines.

She was knocked a little painfully: "Qinghong." ”

Qiao Yiwei raised her head and stared at Ning Qinghong's chin, which was slightly blue scum, and wanted to ask him what was wrong.

The words have not yet been spoken.

Ning Qinghong's lips fell, with a man's decadent breath and a strong smell of red wine, falling on Qiao Yiwei's lips.

Tossing and kissing.

Qiao Yiwei was stunned at first, and then rejoiced.

has been with Qinghong for so long, and he has kissed her very few times, and many times, she is taking the initiative or hinting.

It was the first time for Ning Qinghong, who was so active.

Qiao Yiwei had joy in her eyes, and she softened her body to cooperate with him.

Two white arms stretched out and wrapped around Ning Qinghong's neck.

She opened her pale lips slightly, and took the initiative to move closer to facilitate his kiss.

The tip of Ning Qinghong's tongue probed into her mouth and touched her lilac tongue.

In less than three seconds, he slammed away the person in his arms, and his mind seemed to be clear in an instant: "No, it's not you......"

No, it doesn't feel right.

Not this person?

This person is not his cat.

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