Zhang Cong was reluctant, but under Shen Yue's strong request, he had no choice but to let her down.

took Shen Yue to the café, found a corner and sat down, ordered a dessert and milk tea, and Zhang Cong went to buy medicine.

Within ten minutes, Zhang Cong came back with a plastic bag.

The café was heated and it was warm.

He reached out and lifted Shen Yue's pants and folded them onto his knees.

The snow-white and delicate skin was covered with a large bruise, which looked a little scary.

The man's brows were furrowed, and his lips were subconsciously pursed, but the movements of his hands were extraordinarily gentle.

But it still hurt, and Shen Yue held back and didn't cry.

After the medicine was applied, Shen Yue's eyelids turned red.

The light was warm yellow, and Shen Yue could see Jiang Han's heroic facial features.

He used his thumb to help her scrape the tears from the corners of her eyes, and his movements were gentle as if he were dealing with fragile treasures.

The dessert is a mousse cake, which is very sweet, and you will feel tired if you eat too much.

Shen Yue's eyelashes drooped, the sweet cream spread in her mouth, eating and eating, tears fell down, her eyelashes were very curled, and tears stuck to her eyelashes like staying in.

Crystal clear and clear.

She didn't seem to notice that she was crying, and still ate the mousse cake silently, her snow-white cheeks bulging.

The cake was sweet.

It was her first time eating cake.

She didn't even know what her birthday was.

Zhang Cong's gentleness reminded her of another person.

He will also say.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

——

Shen Yue finished eating the cake, his pale face, thin back, and tears stained his face.

The soft tissue wiped away the tears on his face, Zhang Cong's fingers were scalded by the tears, and he suddenly asked a question that caught him off guard.

"What's going on?"

His eyes clearly reflected the woman's appearance, and his gaze was focused on the hot spot.

Shen Yue lowered her eyes, her fine eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, the tails of her eyes were bright red, and her thin eyelids were slightly swollen.

The voice was also soft: "It's okay." ”

Zhang Cong leaned closer, and the sense of oppression was too strong when he leaned over.

He did not retreat but approached, and his tone was firm.

"I know something must have happened, Shen Yue, you look bad, if there is anything you can tell me, I can help you, don't hold everything in your heart."

Shen Yue's heart shrank.

At that moment, the unspeakable grievances and sorrows suddenly all came out, the tip of the nose was sore, and the tears that had stopped just now flowed down again.

She pinched her palms, her face was very white, her eyelashes were curled and curled, and her voice was a little shaky: "...... Brother, I, I'm ......"

Her voice was hoarse, mixed with a hurried pouring and choking, sounding a little crying.

The bottom of Zhang Cong's heart was like being pierced by a sharp thorn, and a slight pain erupted.

The voice couldn't help but rub a little more: "You say, brother, listen." ”

The woman gasped, tears flowed, sobbing and choking so that her breathing was not smooth, and she couldn't even say a word.

Zhang Cong's heart was beating violently, and he hurriedly pressed her cold hand and coaxed gently: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, let's not say it, don't say it." ”

Shen Yue really couldn't say it, she didn't know how to speak at all, because she was afraid, afraid that Zhang Cong would also think that she was self-inflicted.

It stands to reason that Qi Rui doesn't remember her anymore, but she still has to stay in Qi's house with a dead face, watching Qi Rui and another woman intimacy, even if she tries her best to restrain her feelings, but it will still be exposed.

Isn't this destroying other people's feelings?

What's the difference between this and the junior?

After all, now Qi Rui has a girlfriend.

If she had known each other, she should have left secretly, instead of still being embarrassed here.

If Zhang Cong knew, he would definitely think she was disgusting.

She will go, but she always feels that Qi Rui still has love for her, even if it is just a little, it is enough, and she doesn't ask for too much.

Don't let her ...... Like a joke.

The two of them were sitting in the corner of the coffee.

Zhang Cong stood up and came to the woman's side, she cried so sadly, he pursed his lips, his eyes were deep, as if he was about to tear up the calm night, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Standing there, like a sculpture.

Halfway, he stretched out his hand, and Shen Yue entered a generous and warm embrace.

The man with an honest personality is not very good at coaxing people, and under his calm appearance, he hides his overwhelm, and he raises his hand unfamiliarly and pats the woman's thin back regularly.

The action is very light, but it is still a little clumsy.

Shen Yue seemed to be a little delirious crying, and her thin white fingers grabbed the clothes on the man's chest helplessly, making a thin sobbing sound.

People with colds always seem to be extra vulnerable.

Shen Yue actually doesn't like to cry, but the man's hug is too warm.

"Brother......" She was aggrieved like a bully child outside.

The man held her, his chest wide enough to hold her firmly, and his heart pounding and messy.

"Don't cry, don't cry......"

"I'm here, I've always been there......"

Shen Yue cried for a long time.

It's already dark, and in winter the days are always short.

There aren't many people in the café, and there are no people in this little corner.

Crying enough, Shen Yue's reason also returned, and he wanted to withdraw from the man's arms with the tips of his ears red in embarrassment.

Zhang Cong felt that the woman was leaving, and the hand around her waist subconsciously increased slightly, but he restrained himself from slowing down his strength in a few seconds, and then slowly let go.

Shen Yue's skin was too thin, and she cried so much that her eyelids were swollen, and she looked pitiful.

Seeing the small piece of the man's shirt that was wet, she felt even more ashamed, and she lowered her head, her snow-white face looked soft.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

She always likes to say sorry.

Zhang Cong's gaze stayed on the tips of the woman's red ears for several seconds, indescribable, and his palms were sweaty.

The Adam's apple rolled a little, and he unconsciously showed a smile, "It's okay, what a crybaby." ”

Shen Yue was stunned for a moment.

The warm light sprinkled on his eyebrows, soft as a breeze.

She looked away, her lips curling.

Zhang Cong said that he would drive her back, but Shen Yue refused, because the road was not far.

But Zhang Cong was still stubborn about sending her back, and Shen Yue had no choice but to agree.

He didn't drive, the snow was still falling, the two of them were holding an umbrella, shoulder to shoulder, Shen Yue occasionally raised his eyes, and saw that half of the man's shoulders were exposed, and there was a thin layer of snow on his shoulders.

She moved the umbrella a little: "Brother, don't just take care of me. ”

Zhang Cong was still laughing, revealing a stupid breath: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of the cold at all, my hands are still hot." ”