Nan Chu stood in place for a long time, standing until his legs were numb, and then he walked over and sat on the sofa in a trance.

She hid her phone under the couch cushion and curled up her legs to bury her face in her lap.

The sun was shining, and she felt a little cold.

It's really sad, but it's clear that what Yan Qingfeng said is right.

If you love someone, do you want him to live, or do you want to die with him?

It's not a difficult multiple-choice question.

In the face of life, personal feelings are too small.

She hoped that he could live well, just like when he concealed the truth and pushed her away, he just hoped that she could live well.

No matter how painful it is, the wound will heal one day, but when a person dies, there is nothing.

She buried her face in her knees and slowly hugged her legs.

Wait. Nan Chu told herself to give her a little more time to prepare.

Prepare her mentally for separation.

Fu Tingyuan used a gun and a bag of money that Yan Qingfeng gave him to get back a small jeep.

Adaptable, durable, and easy to handle, the Jeep is the best choice of all vehicles in times of forced escape.

He parked the car at the door, opened the door and walked in, the room was very quiet, Luo Nanchu was not lying on the bed, he looked around, and only then did he see Luo Nanchu curled up in a small group on the sofa.

Sometimes he went out and left her alone in the room, he also felt that she was very pitiful and lonely, but in order to take care of her, he couldn't spare much time to spend with her.

He walked over and picked her up, feeling the warmth and coolness of her, he lowered his head and touched her forehead, which didn't look hot, before holding someone and letting him sit on his lap.

"What's wrong?" He raised his hand and pinched her pointed jaw, looking at her depressed appearance, "Not feeling well?" ”

"It's not." Luo Nanchu lay on his chest and said in a wry voice, "It's just a little boring to be alone at home." ”

Fu Tingyuan stroked her long hair and said softly, "Then I've been at home with you for the past two days, okay?" ”

Anyway, Yan Qingfeng is still here, and they are not short of money at the moment.

The jeep was so dilapidated that he had to spend some time and tools on it.

Luo Nanchu raised his head to look at him, then slowly lowered his eyes and put his face on his chest again, hugged him and answered softly: "Hmm." ”

She was a little depressed, Fu Tingyuan thought that she had been lonely for staying at home for too long, and he didn't say anything.

At noon, Yan Qingfeng's people brought food over again.

With him, their food is really not worried.

When she and Fu Tingyuan were eating, Yan Qingfeng also came over.

He had obviously eaten, stood at the door smoking, and chatted with Fu Tingyuan.

"You took the gun I gave you?"

"Hmm. What's wrong? ”

Yan Qingfeng seemed to be a little speechless, and was silent for a while before asking, "Is the money enough?" I don't have much cash with me, so I'm afraid I'll be monitored by my dad when I withdraw money here. ”

"That's enough." Fu Tingyuan's expression was flat, "It's not enough to make money in another place." ”

"Then be careful. I can't help you much with this kind of place. ”

"Hmm."

The two chatted, and Luo Nanchu lowered his head to pick up rice.

Yan Qingfeng was also shameless enough, pretending to be her brother in front of Fu Tingyuan, and then running over to persuade her while he was not at home.

"I'll be gone in the afternoon." Yan Qingfeng said, Luo Nanchu felt his gaze sweeping over her, and she clenched her chopsticks slightly, "I'll leave a few people here, if you have trouble, you can ask them to help you." ”