Could it be that self-abuse is inevitable in the depths of love?

The cool rain hit his face, and Feng Fan shook his hair, depressed but chic.

Heavy rain fell and splashed water......

Walking back to the rented apartment, Feng Fan was lying on the bed in soaked clothes.

The room was pitch black, and only the light of memory illuminated his world.

In my heart, such a stunner is less than one-ten-thousandth of yours, so how can I let go......

If you hadn't told me that I had been moved, maybe I could have been more free!

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he became drowsy.

The moment I closed my eyes, crystal tears slipped quietly.

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On the first floor of the apartment, Mingyue nested on the sofa with a cartoon pillow she found on a shopping platform, and under the supervision of An Yi many times, she finally corrected her bad habit of sitting on the carpet at every turn.

The TV was muted, and she mechanically pressed the remote control, going back and forth for an unknown count of how many times she had changed all the channels.

There was a burst of water in the kitchen, Mingyue glanced at the past from time to time, she found that An Yi has the potential to be a chef, the key is that he loves to be a "family cook", he is willing to buy a thousand dollars, and active learning is really better than passive acceptance.

The screen replays the idol drama that Mingyue chases every day and has an ending last night. It's nothing more than a combination of handsome men and beautiful women, but everyone seems to be able to find some resonance in the plot, but if it is like the hero and heroine - how fortunate it would be to be able to meet again after a long time; Those good people will eventually be rewarded, those who have been wronged can be "rehabilitated", and the bad people have a good conscience and finally change their ways.

Sighing with emotion, Mingyue turned off the TV and stretched, couldn't help but be curious, and walked slowly to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, An Yi was stirring the casserole with a spoon, the aroma of chicken soup was overflowing, but there was no smell of greasy.

Mingyue leaned against the door, tilting her head to look at An Yi's busy back.

The soft light shines through the window, obliquely hitting his body, like the scene of a fashion magazine shoot, with a breath-taking magic.

She couldn't help but wonder, why would two people who were not related by blood have similarities?

Once upon a time, her Haoxi was the same, even in an ordinary kitchen, she still looked exciting.

Wrong wrong! Mingyue shook her head angrily, she must be crazy, how can they be compared, it is clear that there is no comparison at all!

When An Yi turned around and was about to go to the refrigerator to get the ingredients, she saw her in a hurry at the door, and said with a shrunken voice: "Sick?" I didn't irritate you either. ”

"If you are so good at acting, I want to award you the best performance award, you just enter the entertainment industry, and your appearance makes up for the lack of non-professional acting skills." She spoke seriously, her tone was not without sarcasm, and she swaggered to the table.

"You can consider ......" An Yi took out the bag he brought from home today, and at that time he was still mysteriously saying that it was a secret weapon, "provided that you are my agent." ”

"Putting a comfortable day away, but running around for your future, you and I lack eyes?"

An Yi smiled and didn't agree.

There were a few beautifully presented dishes on the table, and she was pushed out by An Yi before she could see it clearly, "This is not a place for girls to stay for a long time, especially a big beauty like you, the occasional observation and inspection has made me not honored!" ”

Before closing the door, he smiled pleasantly, his eyes narrowing into a slit, "Just be patient and wait a while." ”