"The place where you live is very close to my unit, which is very convenient for me, and I am injured now, so it is not suitable for tossing back and forth, not to mention, it is already late outside."

The pendulum on the wall was ticking, and it was indeed a little late.

But that in no way can be a reason to allow him to stay!

"I can sleep in the living room."

The requirements are really getting more and more excessive, so excessive that she wants to get angry: "There is a hotel opposite!" ”

"I'm not used to staying in a hotel." I felt the anger behind me, but I still went my own way: "Moreover, my wound hurts again, and if I don't rest well, I'm not sure if I can go to work tomorrow." ”

glaring at his back, but without any deterrence, this man is stubborn, and it is really unbearable.

When I was just eating, I accidentally caught a glimpse of a trace of blood oozing from the white gauze, and I wanted to ask several times, but finally held back.

She shouldn't have been so attentive to him.

What does his wound have to do with her?

But as soon as such a thought arose, he felt that he was ridiculous, didn't he rely on this wound to make her heart soften again and again.

There was no movement behind him, Ji Qianheng turned around, watched the angry man walk into his room, and then closed the door tightly.

It seems that he is pushing her hard again.

Not long after, the door of the room opened again, and Qianli's figure stood in the light, as if after a difficult struggle, the expression on her face changed and changed, and finally pointed to another door and said, "That is my study, you can only stay for one night." ”

The willows on the moon, the silver glow through the window, scattered on the desk, in addition to all kinds of books covered with bookshelves, the other arrangements are extremely simple and clear, a scene suddenly flashed in my mind, under the night, next to the lamp, that lonely figure, buried in the book, immersed in their own world.

All the furnishings in the house, each playing an important role, none of them are superfluous, she doesn't seem to like too many complicated things, everything here is in strong contrast with the resplendent of the prosperous world.

It's still a familiar scent, the same smell as hers, and she seems to have a soft spot for this scent.

I flipped through a notebook on the table, and a photo fell out.

The photo is a group photo of three people, he recognizes her mother, and as for the other handsome man, it should be her father.

In the middle, she is still an ignorant little girl, but the smile on her face shows how happy she is.

Life is so fond of playing tricks on people, always caught off guard, rewriting a person's fate, for everything in the past, she never forgets, or it is too difficult to forget, so that her personality has completely changed.

What should he do to make her live happily and happily like she used to.

Ji Qianheng put the photo back in its place, lay down on the bed, tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep.

Got up and went to the living room to pour herself a glass of water, passed by her room, paused for a moment before leaving.

Just as he was about to lift his legs, he faintly heard a sound coming from the room, as if something had broken.

Ji Qianheng was shocked, he couldn't help knocking on the door, but there was no movement, and he struggled between leaving and entering for a long time, and finally couldn't stand the worries in his heart and tried to revolve the doorknob.

She shouldn't be happy that she didn't lock the door.

Looking at the person sitting at the head of the bed, his eyes were full of panic, and he looked like he was frightened.

Ji Qianheng walked in and looked around, only to find that there were fragments of glass scattered on the ground, and the vase that turned out to be glass fell and shattered to the ground.

He squatted down, did a simple cleanup, and scolded softly: "When you go to bed in the future, close the window, this kind of dangerous thing, don't put it on the windowsill, it's easy to fall down when the wind blows." ”

The person on the bed didn't make any movement, and was as quiet as a puppeteer.

Ji Qianheng sat on the edge of the bed and comforted him softly: "Scared? It's fine, it's just that the vase broke. ”

I feel more and more that she at night and her during the day are like two people, different from the indifference of the day, and she seems to have become a weak and pitiful little girl in the dark.

"Ji Qianheng?" Finally came back to his senses, Leng Qinghe said in a hoarse voice.

"Well, it's me." forcibly let go of her hand that was clutching the hem of her clothes and wrapped it into her own hand: "Don't be afraid. ”

"I ...... I dreamed of them. There was a great sadness in his eyes.

"Uncle and aunt?" Ji Qianheng tried to ease her emotions: "They must have missed you, so they came to see you in their dreams." ”

"It's not." "I dreamed of their corpses, and I was lying on that bed, my face was very pale, my body was frighteningly cold, and there was a lot of blood, it was my mother's blood, and it was terrible red......"

"Qinghe ......" felt like her heart was choked, and only then did she understand how much damage the past years had caused her: "It's just a dream......

"No, it's not a dream." Suppressed almost suffocated: "It's true, I saw it with my own eyes, they just left me like that, leaving me alone, and no one wants me anymore." ”

The throat was uncomfortably dry, Ji Qianheng took the person into his arms: "They didn't leave you, they just stayed with you in a different way, no one doesn't want you, Uncle Jiang wants you, I want you, your assistant, Zhixu, Yan Shi, they are all your friends." ”

The sad man broke free from his arms, dyed his sad eyes, stared at her forehead, and then reached out and touched his wound lightly: "Why is it hurt?" ”

"The victim's family was a little excited and moved." Similar situations have happened in the past, but this time it was he who was unlucky.

"Does it hurt?"

He coaxed softly: "If you touch it, it won't hurt." ”

She actually stroked it gently, accompanied by muttering: "I don't like to see people around me hurt, I hate blood, it's dark, and I hate it, I'm alone in an empty house, like I'm going to die at any time." ”

Every word and deed is completely like two people.

"You can move in with Uncle Jiang." The quilt was pulled over and wrapped around her body: "Otherwise, I will sacrifice and move in with you." ”

The words of ridicule were just to make her happy, and even he didn't react to the sudden shock.

Has the same situation happened to her countless times? If so, how did she persevere through such an ordeal.

Uncle Jiang never told him anything about her past, in order for him to open her heart.

But her heart is as strong as a city wall, and it is difficult to open it.

Leng Qinghe finally escaped from the shock, his emotions gradually stabilized, and he realized that his behavior had completely exposed himself nakedly, and he was so annoyed that he wanted to slap himself.

It's just that her hand is still held by him.

"You get out." She coldly gave the order to evict the guest.

Seeing him get up, he thought that he would leave immediately after listening to her, but he turned around, walked to the other side of the bed, then took off his shoes and got into the quilt, scooped her up, and locked her in his arms.

Hearing him on top of her head, she said very gently, "I'll sleep with you in my arms, so you won't be afraid." ”

Her hand was so cramped that there was nowhere to put it, so ambiguous fit that she didn't even know how to breathe normally, her hand was on his waist and pushed: "No need, you go out." ”

"Qinghe." He is still so suave: "Sometimes it's not a bad thing to take off the disguise and try to make yourself dependent on someone you can rely on, don't be so tough, okay?" ”

The resistance in his hand continued, and the person in his arms began to get angry: "Ji Qianheng, I will really do it." ”

Ji Qianheng smiled dumbly: "I know that you have good kung fu in your hands, if you are really willing, it will be okay to break my hands and feet, and it is not bad to take this opportunity to take a long vacation, so that I will have more time to accompany you." ”

Pinched his waist, Leng Qinghe vented his dissatisfaction in his heart.

Because he lives alone, he has never had the habit of locking the door, so he got this advantage, and he shouldn't have let him in if he knew it!

He always managed to get her to surrender.

Where can you really break his hands and feet......

"Be obedient and sleep obediently." Feeling the stiffness of her body, she clasped her hands a few times: "I won't do anything." ”

The hand of resistance slowly stopped, put it on his waist weakly and bonelessly, buried his head in his shoulder and neck, and said insincerely: "I hate you!" ”

The obsidian-like eyes glowed softly, "It's not too late to hit me when you wake up." He coaxed with great endurance: "Let's close our eyes together and compete to see who falls asleep first." ”

It's true that she's a three-year-old.

The person in his arms gradually relaxed, and the soft body was embedded in his arms, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

Lonely men and widows are in the same room, as a normal man, it is inevitable to have thoughts of inequality, but Ji Qianheng's mind is not in this regard, he stared at the face in his arms, and only felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

Just now, the dazedness and fear in her eyes deeply stimulated him.

He always thought that that honest and optimistic girl would definitely be favored by God and live happily like that all her life, but now, he suddenly suspected that this was still not the person in his impression.

Everything, turned out beyond recognition.

Leaning down, he shallowly imprinted a kiss on her forehead, holding the person tighter, and the heavy sigh was especially clear in the dark room.

This sleep, no more nightmares, until dawn.

When he woke up, there was no one around him, as if everything from last night was just a dream, he had been here, and it was as if he hadn't come.

There was a note left on the cabinet: I went to work, there is porridge in the pot, I must eat it when I wake up, I will pick you up from work at night, I need a new pair of slippers.

Sounds so strong.....

He's going to pick her up from work?

Leng Qinghe rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that many things seemed to be out of his control.

But she didn't want to lie to herself, when she was by her side, she inexplicably felt a sense of security, nightmares were no more, the horrors were no more, and she could sleep until dawn.

He is a good sleep aid, not only does it have no side effects, but also allows her to enjoy all kinds of benefits.

Can she be selfish, as he said, not have to pay, and accept his kindness to her as a matter of course.