After Yu slowly finished speaking, he felt that the whole world was quiet.

It was so quiet that I could only hear my own heartbeat that was too fast to calculate.

She didn't dare to look up at Wen Zhiyu, for fear of seeing a look of rejection on Wen Zhiyu's face.

She tried her best to maintain a calm appearance, without revealing the slightest hint of non-indifference.

But she clearly felt that her face was getting hotter and hotter, and it must be very red.

It can't be red! Isn't it shy when you're red? What if he sees through it?

Just when her inner drama was colorful, his clear and deep voice sounded above her head, very refreshing, without the slightest awkwardness: "Yes." ”

Yu slowly raised his head in surprise, a little flattered, I didn't expect him to agree so happily?

His eyes were a little wide, and when I looked at him, I found that his face still did not change, and the expression on his face was always light and detached.

He subconsciously touched the pocket of his white coat to find a business card, and then realized that he was now in China.

So I picked up the pen and wanted to write it down, but it was someone else's inspection report in my hand, and it was not easy to scribble.

Just when he wanted her to take her mobile phone to write it down, Yu slowly raised her arm with a smile and rolled up her sleeves: "Write it here." ”

Wen Zhiyu didn't say anything, holding the pen and quickly writing a string of numbers on her arm.

When she closed the lid and was about to leave, Yu slowly and hurriedly stopped him, she looked at him slightly, and there was a hint of uncontrollable eagerness in the depths of her eyes, as if reminding, she deliberately said very deliberately and carefully, "My name is Yu slowly, very slowly, very slowly." ”

"What's your name?" Then she felt that she was too obvious, so that he would not realize that she was deliberately approaching him, she added.

She could see that he was in a hurry, as if he was in a hurry, and was stopped by her again, a touch of impatience flashed in his dark eyes, but he was suppressed alive, "Wen Zhiyu." ”

The tone was cold and emotionless, and he hurriedly threw it down, then turned around without hesitation and strode away.

Yu slowly looked at his cold and arrogant back, and all the brilliance in his eyes faded, replaced by unprecedented disappointment and frustration.

It seems that he really forgot about her.

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Yu slowly became penniless and didn't know where to go.

But for the slow, going home is more terrible and miserable than having nowhere to go.

Because her father, Yu Zhihai, is her nightmare, a nightmare that she can't get rid of.

Since she was thirteen years old, after her mother was imprisoned, Yu Zhihai, who had never smoked or drunk, began to drink heavily, and when she was drunk, he beat and scolded her, and he really beat her to death.

Today, Yu Zhihai was drunk again, and it was no surprise that he beat and scolded her, if she hadn't run out, she might have been beaten half to death by him.

This situation basically happens every three or five days, from the age of thirteen to now, now she is about to be eighteen, these five years, she doesn't know how she survived.

She didn't want to go home, not at all, she would rather not have this home.

Yu slowly sat on the bench at the entrance of the hospital, carefully rolled up his sleeves, for fear of rubbing his phone number, looking at the thirteen-digit numbers starting with 001, the corners of Yu's mouth slowly rose involuntarily.

When he wrote, his hand inevitably touched her arm, and his hand was warm, and the touch caressed her skin, like a feather, and swept from time to time, which made her feel ape.

Even though it was December, she still felt very hot, burned by his residual temperature.

She was in a daze, glancing into the hospital from time to time, for fear that she would miss the time when he came out.

However, at five o'clock in the afternoon, even though she was always vigilant, she still missed the scene of him walking out of the hospital hall and then getting into the car and leaving.

It was still the same black Rolls-Royce business car, slowly driving out of the hospital.

He kept looking down at the information in his hand seriously, but Lao Liu recognized Yu Slowly sitting at the door at a glance, shook his head, and sighed: "Now the little girl, the means of cleaning up some crooked ways are to touch porcelain at the beginning, and now I want to fish for golden turtles, Nuo, just sit at the door and guard you." ”

When Wen Zhiyu heard this, he shifted his gaze from the information to the window, and saw Yu slowly sitting on the bench, shivering from the cold.

"Mr. Wen, don't you know how she looked at you at that time, her legs were lame like that, and she came to me to ask me if you were a doctor in Fuping, hey~ I see, you better guard against her."

Wen Zhiyu's narrow and dark eyes were a little deeper, and a touch of deep thought flashed, and then he had an epiphany, and he was determined: "She didn't touch porcelain, she committed suicide." ”

"Huh? How do you know? Old Liu was shocked.

"Stop."

Wen Zhiyu didn't answer, Lao Liu stopped the car, and then Wen Zhiyu asked him to open the trunk and take out the luggage, and his tone was still indifferent: "You send her." ”

"Then what ...... are you?"

"I'll take a taxi."

Oh, a "charcoal in the snow" that does not let the little girl misunderstand.