Tang Ci saw that Yu was slowly coming down, and the conversation with Wen Zhiyu stopped.

He grinned, and waved his hand slowly, his tone natural and relaxed: "Let's go." ”

Yu slowly looked at Tang Ci's back, moved his mouth, and the words were blocked in his throat, and he stopped talking.

But Tang Ci didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and soon disappeared from her sight.

Wen Zhiyu glanced at Yu Xu, who was looking at the direction of Tang Ci's departure in a daze, and said expressionlessly: "Let's go." ”

Grabbing the suitcase in her hand, he walked towards the car.

Yu slowly followed him and got into the car.

Along the way, the two of them were silent, each thinking about something.

Today's smog is particularly severe, and everywhere is gray and obscured.

The whole world is gloomy and depressing, and so is the mood.

His last sentence kept ringing in her ears: "The way a little kid likes it, it's really the same childish." ”

Little kid, naïve ......

In her opinion, a pun on a sentence, it is not only Tang Ci who says no, but also her....

Could it be that in his eyes, the way they like it, is it not worth mentioning?

His mind was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe, so he slowly felt that the heating in the car was too much, and he was a little out of breath.

Just as she was distracted, the car suddenly stopped, and the steaming air conditioner stopped.

I thought I was in the apartment, but when I looked up, I found that it was not, in front of a restaurant.

"Go down and eat." Wen Zhiyu opened the car door, got out of the car first, and walked straight to the restaurant.

Yu slowly and hurriedly got out of the car, trotted a few steps, followed him, and entered the restaurant.

Wen Zhiyu asked her what she wanted to eat when she ordered, and never spoke to her again.

He didn't speak, and she kept quiet with interest.

Even if his expression was so bleak that he didn't have the slightest excess emotion, Yu slowly noticed that he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Ever since he knew her age, he had been this lukewarm attitude.

If you are willing to take her home, why are you still leaving like this?

She couldn't figure out his mind at all, she always was.

Around him, honest and fearful.

was so pressed by the inexplicable cold on his body that he didn't even dare to raise his head, and he didn't even dare to chew too much.

A meal is eaten bitterly, and the food does not know the taste, just like chewing wax.

After Wen Zhiyu finished settling the account, he just answered a phone call, and he asked her to get in the car and wait.

Yu slowly sat in the car, looking at his tall figure through the window.

The hazy vision made even his figure unclear.

But she could clearly see his expression at this moment.

Well..... Serious.

Meiyu frowned slightly, his thin lips pursed into a cold line, nodded from time to time, and then said something with his mouth open and closed.

After nearly twenty minutes, he finally ended the call.

When he opened the car door, the cold wind poured into the car, and he seemed to be shaking around the ice cellar, with cold air all over his body, filling the entire carriage.

Yu slowly shivered subconsciously.

Wen Zhiyu caught her subtle movements and looked at her sideways: "Cold? ”

Yu shook his head slowly.

Wen Zhiyu didn't speak, started the car, and turned up the air conditioner a little more.

Again there was no word all the way.

Wen Zhiyu parked the car in the parking lot, got out of the car, took her box from the trunk, and walked into the elevator.

His hand pressed on the elevator door, quietly waiting for her to enter the elevator.

Yu was slowly embarrassed to let Wen Zhiyu wait for a long time, and quickly ran into the elevator, Wen Zhiyu swiped the card and the elevator door closed.

Walking into the house, Wen Zhiyu handed her the box and said lightly: "Go clean up yourself." ”

"Okay." Yu slowly responded.

Wen Zhiyu didn't respond, and slowly walked into the bedroom.

She didn't have many things, some books, some clothes, and some miscellaneous little bits and pieces, there was nothing to collect.

Yu slowly and carefully took out a box and placed it at the head of the bed, which contained the things he had given her.

She opened the box, tidied it up again, and then slowly went downstairs.

Looking down from the second floor, I happened to see Wen Zhiyu pushing a suitcase out of the bedroom, Yu slowly chuckled, sped up his pace, and quickly went downstairs in three steps and two steps.

Looking at Wen Zhiyu in confusion and panic, "Doctor Wen, you ......"

Could it be that he called her to stay, but he wanted to leave?

Wen Zhiyu pushed the suitcase in front of the solid wood coffee table, raised his eyes to look at her, and spit out a few words lightly: "Come here, I have something for you." ”

Yu slowly held back his panic and walked over.

There was a very bad premonition that consumed her composure.

Wen Zhiyu took out the elevator proximity card, and the key to the apartment hall and put it on the coffee table, "You will live here in the future, and you don't have to go back to your house." ”

Yu slowly looked at the proximity card and key on the coffee table stupidly, was silent for a few seconds, and asked, "What about you?" You're moving out? ”

"Hmm."

"Why?" Yu asked slowly.

Wen Zhiyu suddenly fell silent, pursed his lips slightly, as if he was organizing his words, thinking about how to speak.

Yu slowly and immediately understood the thoughts and deliberations in his eyes, held his breath, and asked cautiously: "You.... You want to break up with me, huh? ”

As soon as he asked, Wen Zhiyu's eyes immediately lost his thoughts, but he didn't say anything.

The attitude of silence is tacit.

Yu slowly clenched his fists, his fingernails deeply embedded in his palms, the pain spread all the way to his heart, and his breathing stagnated.

This moment has finally come.

After so many days of anxiety, it finally worked.

She bit her lip for a while, and apologized in a trembling voice: "Are you still angry?" I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to lie to you. ”

Wen Zhiyu's gaze was calm, but it was also complicated, after thinking for a moment, he spoke, but the words that came to his mouth were temporarily replaced by a sentence that was indifferent without the slightest warmth: "There is no need to apologize to me." ”

Such a bland sentence, but full of lethality.

The implication is that they have already broken up, and there is no need to apologize to him at all.

Yu slowly heated up her eyes and quickly floated mist, but she held back and took deep breaths desperately.

"Didn't you say you were going to take care of me?" Yu slowly sniffed hard, tried his best to suppress the cry in his voice, choked up, still holding the last glimmer of hope in his heart, he really couldn't bear to let go like this.

"Can you...."

A black card burst into her sight, stopping her unspoken words.

"There's ..... in this"

"What do you mean?" Yu slowly raised his head in vain, his red eyes looked straight at his expressionless face, interrupted him, and said in a sarcastic tone: "A generous parting gift?" ”

Wen Zhiyu bent over and put the card on the coffee table, and his voice was faint and low: "I'm just fulfilling my promise." ”

Fulfill his promise to take care of her in the future.

At that time, what he wanted to say was that I would take care of her future.

However, the meaning of the word "future" is too heavy.

The future, he can't figure it out, he can't see through it, and even, he's not sure.

Yu slowly sneered suddenly, and fulfilled his promise.

"We've all broken up, who braces you to keep your promises? Are you doing charity now? Compassion overflows, relief for helpless girls who have suffered domestic violence? ”

Yu was slowly stimulated, and her heart hurt beyond measure, she ran directly over and swept all the bank cards and keys on the coffee table to the ground, her voice trembling and sharp.

"Wen Zhiyu, I don't need you to pity me!"

Wen Zhiyu didn't expect her to have such a big reaction, her eyes were heavy and serious: "I never felt sorry for you. ”

Yu slowly fluttered his eyelashes, not believing his words at all.

Suddenly turned around and ran upstairs at a rapid pace.

Wen Zhiyu was stunned, thinking that she had gone back to the room.

Thoughtlessly, he looked in the direction of the second floor.

In a moment, he grasped the lever of his suitcase, and was just about to step when he heard a rush of footsteps coming from the stairs.

He looked back and instantly furrowed his brow.

Yu slowly carried the suitcase, stumbled downstairs, and almost fell several times.

Wen Zhiyu strode over, blocked the staircase, and asked in a cold voice, "What are you doing?" ”

"You don't have to worry about it!"

Yu slowly placed the suitcase on the floor, pulled out the lever, passed by his side, and walked towards the elevator.

Wen Zhiyu turned around, grabbed her arm directly, took a deep breath, and forced himself to be patient: "Stay here, you are not allowed to go anywhere." ”

Yu slowly struggled with his arm, "My business has nothing to do with you, I've broken up, you don't care where I go!" ”

If he hadn't said that hurtful promise, she might be like a humble dust, begging him not to want her.

But now, I can't say anything about retention.

She also has self-esteem, and she also has pride.

"Slowly." Wen Zhiyu's face darkened, his voice was cold and tight, his eyes flashed with impatient fire, burning more and more, and he shouted in a low voice: "Have you made enough trouble!" ”

Yu was slowly shocked by his roar, desperate and sad.

She overheard the conversation between him and Tang Ci.

She knows better than anyone that Wen Zhiyu doesn't like her so much, and in his world, there is not much more than her, and there is no less than her.

But when Tang Ci asked, his attitude was noncommittal, salty and indifferent, and even the last sarcastic sentence was enough to make her recognize her position in Wen Zhiyu's heart.

Not even a fart!

All the grievances and heartache turned into tears, swirling in the eyes.

She kept sniffling, trying to control her tears, and subconsciously took care of him, because he hated girls crying.

But then I thought about it.

Damn, she's dumped by him, what the do you care about?

simply broke the jar and slammed him: "Don't care about me if you think I'm making trouble!" I don't need your warm experience to live if I die slowly, you still have to put your compassion on others! ”

When people get angry, they say how aggressive they come, and they don't have a brain at all: "From now on, let's go back to the bridge, go back to the road, go to fucking America, I won't go, I don't like you anymore!" ”