But he forgave her again and again, but the other party did not repent, and only kept sprinkling salt on his wounds.

Turning him from a sunny boy into a walking corpse, even though that little green plum has been gone for seven years, he has not come out of the hurt, and finally becomes more and more withdrawn and indifferent.

The news that Wan Qingmei was coming back instantly tore through all of Fu Boming's strong appearance and fragile disguise, so that Fu Boming was willing to fall into such a chaotic place.

When Li Keai arrived at Not What, Fu Boming was holding a bunch of beer bottles, he was about to be drunk and unconscious, his eyes were sometimes sober and sometimes confused, many people wanted to talk to him, Fu Boming opened his eyes and took a look, and ruthlessly rejected them.

In the noisy crowd, he guarded his empty city, alone in the carnival crowd, alone in the world of one person.

may be because he is drunk, he looks a little melancholy, compared to the image left by the photo and the grandeur when they met for the first time, the current Fu Bai is obviously extremely fragile, and it just happened to hit the softest point in Li Keai's heart.

For a moment, Li Keai looked at him, his eyes showed a little confusion and pity, and then he was a little at a loss.

Because her life experience and growth environment are not good, after experiencing a lot of things, she is almost only silent in her own world, especially after entering the door of writing, the three views that have been taught by no one are so weak that they are almost negligible.

For emotions, most of her cognition is seen from others or novels, and her own personal experience is very empty.

So for a while, she couldn't tell what the strange feeling that appeared in her heart for the first time was.

After a short period of confusion, Li Keai quickly sobered up, she has her own ideals, this is a small world in the reader's world, what she has to do is to get rid of the target character and make him like herself, that's all.

After sorting out his emotions, Li Keai took a deep breath and walked towards Fu Boming's side, and when he passed by him, Li Keai paused for a moment and walked away without stopping.

The fragrance of plum is precarious in the noisy environment full of fat powder, but it is tenacious to break through layers of barriers and accurately enter Fu Boming's sense of smell.

This is Wan Qingmei's favorite perfume smell, almost the second he smelled the fragrance, Fu Boming instinctively grabbed the hand of the person who left and looked up at her.

The familiar waist-length curls, even the dress is familiar with the memory Fu Boming grabbed Li Keai's hand uncontrollably stiffened, and trembled slightly.

Wan Qingmei's three words were entwined between her lips and teeth, and before she could say it, she heard an unfamiliar voice asking, "Sir, do you have anything to do?" ”

Fu Boming's chaotic brain was awake for a moment, and after seeing the person in front of him clearly, he let go of his hand in a dejected manner.

It's not her, dressed like it, it's not the person in my memory.

couldn't get Fu Boming's answer, Li Keai looked at Fu Boming with confused eyes like a passerby.

She knew in her heart how cold the man in front of her was, and she had planned to create a few more opportunities for chance encounters, and slowly invade Fu Boming's life in a way of boiling frogs in warm water.

After brushing the sense of existence, he didn't plan to stay too long, and turned around and left this place.

Before he could go far, he heard Fu Boming's hoarse and low voice asking, "Can you have a drink with me?" ”