Wen Zhiyu's mouth had a tobacco smell, faintly astringent.

His tongue swept across her mouth, and the bitter smell of tobacco stimulated her palate.

Yu was slowly and violently pressed into his arms, forced to bear his almost gnawing kiss.

Stunned for a moment, she quickly reacted, instead of dodging, she took the initiative to raise her arm and hook his neck.

Although I couldn't lift up a little strength, I still tried very hard to cling to him and cater to him.

Wen Zhiyu's kiss should be said to be not a kiss at all, there is no tenderness at all, only venting and ferocity, but it seems to be deliberately suppressing some negative emotions that have nowhere to escape.

Pressed her underneath, his lips gradually moving away, and a puniishing speck fell on her neck.

Her painful whimpering echoed in his ears before he completely pulled his sanity back.

Realizing that he was out of control, Wen Zhiyu scolded secretly in his heart, quickly let go of her, and stood up.

His clothes were also torn up and messed up, and from his vantage point he could clearly see the mark on her neck, as well as the scenery under the loose collar.

Wen Zhiyu frowned, twisted the quilt and covered her chest not very gently.

Turned around, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and stood, the emotions in his eyes were too complicated, but the slightest trace of uncontrollable lust was boundless, as if he felt that the air in the room was too dull and hot, raised his hand and pressed the button on the wall, and the floor-to-ceiling window lowered halfway.

The bitter cold wind blew on his face, more or less banishing the boredom that was screaming in his chest.

His gaze drifted unfocused in a colorful night scene, hiding all his emotions, and even his expression became unclear.

Until, a pair of helpless little hands came up around the waist, and the hugging action was tentative and careful.

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and her muffled voice came from behind him, even with some overwhelmed joy and some sour grievances: "I miss you very much." ”

Wen Zhiyu glanced at her white arms, and was blown goosebumps by the wind.

Press the button and raise the window.

The hand was attached to her arm, gently pulled down, turned around, looked at her condescendingly, his eyes swept over her somewhat red and swollen lips from time to time, and a hint of sarcasm appeared in his eyes: "I really don't see it." ”

Yu slowly didn't understand why he questioned her, and opened his mouth to speak again, only to see him ask again: "Where did you go so late?" With Tang Ci? ”

Yu slowly subconsciously shook his head desperately: "I didn't." ”

Immediately after, the ridicule in his eyes became more and more intense, but in the end, it quickly condensed into three feet of ice.

"Yu slowly, that's how you waited for me?"

Her heart tightened, and she remembered the picture of Wen Zhiyu throwing the handkerchief to her, and then she coldly thought of the picture when she saw him in Chuan Yangjiang.

At the mention of his heart, his eyes were slightly stunned and nervous, he must have seen Tang Ci kissing her.

He must have misunderstood.

"Doctor Wen, I have nothing to do with Brother Tang Ci!" Yu slowly and anxiously explained.

And Yu's nervous look at this time fell in Wen Zhiyu's eyes, that is, to be a thief.

He didn't say anything, only hooked the corners of his mouth, obviously without any emotion, but it was creepy and sent chills down his spine.

Yu slowly wanted to bite his tongue to pieces, this explanation is really chicken!

It's like she's trying to hide something.

That's right, he obviously witnessed the picture of her kissing with Tang Ci, and at this time she came out with a sentence that it was nothing to Tang Ci, who the believes it!

But it's nothing!

Yu slowly trembled uneasily, she tried to grab Wen Zhiyu's hand, but Wen Zhiyu dodged it, and even bypassed her and walked towards the door.

She hurriedly caught up, and without saying a word, she blocked his way: "He only said that I should accompany him to a place, how did I know that he would take me to the riverside, how did I know that he suddenly kissed me while he was talking!" ”

"Maybe you think I'm lying, but it's true!"

Wen Zhiyu was still silent, his eyes drooping, and his long eyelashes covered his eyes.

Yu slowly didn't know if he believed it or not, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, frustrated and annoyed, and aggrieved and frightened: "Really, I don't dare to lie to you." ”

Wen Zhiyu's attention was not actually on what she said at all, but on her arm.

She spread her arms and pulled the sleeves of her sweater up to her elbows.

There was a string of numbers on the inside of her forearm, and even he saw the word "Yu".

After thinking about it for a while, it should be the phone number he wrote when we met for the first time.

It's just, it hasn't dropped for so long?

Wen Zhiyu squinted, grabbed her arm, and rubbed her fingertips on it a few times, but there was still no trace of spending.

"When did you get the tattoo?"

His fingertips were still rubbing against her skin for a while, in the area of the word "encounter".

Her originally fair skin was rubbed by him and gradually turned red and hot.

Yu slowly remembered the tattoo on his arm, and subconsciously struggled for his arm, but he was caught by him, and there was nowhere to escape.

Inexplicably a little embarrassed, the temperature on her arm jumped to her face, and she buried her head shyly: "In the second week you wrote it down." ”

It's strange that the stuffiness and fire in her heart were expelled by her shy and timid appearance, and even her heart was so soft that she was a mess.

There is also speechlessness and helplessness.

It's slow, it's stupid.

After a long time, he let go of her arm, pinched her chin, and lifted it up.

Forcing her gaze to meet his.

The thumb pressed her lips heavily, rubbed them a few times, and there was a sharp look in her clear eyes, deep and cold: "You and your Tang Ci brother, don't let me bump into it a second time!" ”

Although the words were full of intimidation, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

She grinned, threw herself into his arms happily, held her head high, rested her chin on his chest, and looked at him: "Aren't you angry?" ”

Wen Zhiyu didn't push her away, but raised an arm to wrap around her waist, and instead of answering, he asked, "Now it's time to tell me, where have you been so late?" ”

He waited from the afternoon to eleven o'clock in the evening, and the more he waited, the more he couldn't hold his breath, and he even wondered if this idiot was fooling around with Tang Ci.

"I.... I went to work. ”

Yu slowly hesitated, but still explained honestly.

As soon as he heard about the part-time job, Wen Zhiyu frowned, he was overtired, no wonder he had low blood sugar.

"I've got to go find you." Yu grunted slowly.

Wen Zhiyu's brows furrowed even tighter, "Wen Zhiqing didn't tell you the bank card password?" ”

The bank card he gave her was his secondary card, and if she spends, his mobile phone will receive a prompt, but for more than half a month, there has been no news.

She's just that? Is self-esteem so important?

"Told me, I don't want to use your money....."

"......" Wen Zhiyu's eyes lit up, and he was so annoyed that he directly pinched her face, and said: "If you have a little brain, you should also know why I gave you a card!" ”

If she insists on going to Boston, how much money can she earn with her small size?

It's not that he doesn't want her to work so hard.

He left her with plenty of room to retreat.

However, she couldn't imagine that at this level, she had an extreme attitude that day, and she had a big fight with him.

"And..... I forgot what the password was. ”

Yu slowly added with embarrassment.

Wen Zhiqing told her the password, but she was so sad at the time, how could she be in the mood to remember the password.

“.....”

Wen Zhiyu had a black line, and his temples jumped twice speechlessly.

Her face was distorted by him, her mouth pouted when she spoke, and her voice was slurred and muttered.

He inexplicably felt that it was a little cute.

It's tickling.

didn't hold back, leaned over, bit her mouth gently, took it in her mouth and sucked it a few times, her voice was hoarse and bewitching: "If you really make up your mind to go, let me help you, huh?" ”

The final "Huh? The tail note was raised, and Shen rolled out of his throat, bewildering every nerve in his slowness, she was dizzy by his kiss, her brain was only a ball of paste, and she lay soft in his arms, listening to him continue: "Don't play tricks with me to save face, either don't go or listen to me, you choose." ”

Yu slowly finally regained a little sense, her eyes were misty: "Then you.... Have you reconciled with me? ”

Wen Zhiyu's gaze locked on her eyes, and she asked, "What do you think?" ”

In fact, in his heart, they have never broken up.

He just needs time to calm down.

Slowly, the haze of so many days completely dissipated, and I was so excited that I wanted to cry and laugh, but this laugh was so strange to see.

There was a thin layer of sweat on the tip of her nose, and Wen Zhiyu wiped it away with her fingers.

She laughed stupidly for a while, and then suddenly remembered, "Why did you come back all of a sudden?" And how did you end up on the riverside? ”

This question made Wen Zhiyu's eyebrows stained with solemnity and looming pain.

"Attend the funeral."

He half-frowned, and his words were concise and to the point.

This funeral was private, only a few close relatives and friends of Su Jinsheng before his death, and even the news of his death was completely blocked.

When he once studied the same major with Su Jinsheng, he knew that Su Jinsheng loved a woman in his heart.

Su Jinsheng's love for Li Chengcheng is unswerving, even beyond life and death.

Li Chengcheng fell to his death, he left everything behind, followed her, and walked resolutely.

In fact, Wen Zhiyu really doesn't understand Su Jinsheng's love, he loves so much that he loses himself, he loves so much that he goes crazy, it's really stupid.

He wasn't that kind of person, and he felt like he would never be like that.

As far as his warm encounter is concerned, there can be such a thing as love, but it will never become all he has, let alone his master.

He is actually a realistic person, with weak feelings and interests.

Love can't be eaten, but it's too serious, losing your mind, and losing your mind, why bother?

But at the funeral, Su's mother burned the paintings that Li Chengcheng painted to Su Jinsheng before her death, and the paintings inexplicably hurt his heart.

He suddenly thought of Yu slowly.

Two words popped up in his mind: cherish.