Nie Zhao went to the refrigerator and picked out two bottles, which looked very expensive, and took them out.

But she didn't know that these two bottles were also the highest alcohol content.

He took two glasses from the bar, poured half a glass for himself, and poured half a glass for Jin Zhuoqi.

"It's not fun to drink, let's play a game,"

Jin Zhuoqi stared at her: "What game?" ”

Nie Zhao thought about it, she didn't seem to have any game that she could play and was confident that she would be able to win over Jin Zhuoqi.

He shrugged his shoulders, pinched the glass of wine and tilted his head to dry.

"Forget it, I can't play with you."

After drinking, he poured himself another glass.

One cup after another.

Jin Zhuoqi sat aside, changed his posture and supported his knees with his elbows, tilting his head to look at her cup after cup, his already somewhat red cheeks became even more rosy, and his eyes were moist.

After a few minutes, the doorbell rang, Jin Zhuoqi went out to get takeout, and the courier brother handed him the medicine in his hand, settled the bill, closed the door and returned to the room, when Nie Zhao was already drunk and lying on the sofa.

Jin Zhuoqi sat down next to her, and she immediately woke up and sat up straight again.

Drunk, Jin Zhuoqi looked at her and thought.

Nie Zhao tilted his body, his head suddenly rested heavily on Jin Zhuoqi's shoulder, and rubbed it down again until he found a comfortable position with his chin against his shoulder.

A pair of Qing Lingling's eyes widened, and he asked vaguely: "Brother Zhuo, do you have anything that you feel sorry for?" ”

If she could help him achieve it again, she would love to do it.

The air conditioner is on in the living room, there is still some ambiguous smell in the air, there is a torrential rain outside the window, the sound is vague and muffled outside the window, it seems that the living room is a lot quieter, as if time has been slowed down.

Jin Zhuoqi let her lean on, his eyes in the air, and said suddenly:

"On Chinese New Year's Eve, someone promised to accompany me on my birthday, and she will accompany me every year on my birthday."

"And then?" Nie Zhao asked curiously.

"And then she climbed on the rich man and ran away, and it didn't happen once." Jin Zhuoqi poured a glass of wine and raised his head to drink it clean.

Nie Zhao sighed and asked, "What day is your birth?" ”

She can spend time with him.

Jin Zhuoqi turned his head to see her drunken appearance, perhaps losing the shrewdness of the day, as if she wanted to calculate everything, and was a little too obedient at this time.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised without him noticing, and he said, "April 1 is not a good day. ”

The medicine in his hand was opened on the table, he looked at the instructions of the ointment, squeezed out a little on his fingertips, and while Nie Zhao was not conscious now, he pulled the hem of her clothes, and half-squatted down to apply medicine to her sitting on the sofa.

Nie Zhao subconsciously opened obediently, a little cold, she shrank and was pressed again.

She lowered her head and looked at Jin Zhuoqi in front of her, and her voice seemed to float: "No." ”

"April 1st, the beginning of April, have you ever heard a sentence?"

"The grass grows and the warbler flies in April."

"Brother Zhuo." Nie Zhao smiled.

"Your birth day is the day when the grass grows and the warbler flies."

"Otherwise, I'll accompany you in the future."

Chapter 27

Nie Zhao was finally woken up, she woke up and lay on the edge of the bed, only a vague figure was shaking in front of her, she felt a little hot pain, and she was so painful that she wanted to gasp.

The white shirt on his body, which was so damp that it was clinging to his body, was messy and torn, but he could wear it over his body.

She subconsciously tilted her head and glanced at her arms, but fortunately only the neckline and hem were a little messy, and the scars on her arms were not exposed.

She stretched her ankle to break free from his powerful grip and kicked him in the abdomen, barely catching her breath.

Jin Zhuoqi leaned over, dragged the whole half of the person onto the bed, and with a fine smile, his fingers pinched her chin, and his voice was quite soft: "Woke up?" ”

Nie Zhao stared at him with his eyes open, his whole body was so weak that he didn't have the slightest strength to resist, and he couldn't breathe smoothly.

"You haven't touched a woman in 800 years, have you?"

Jin Zhuoqi straightened up, biting a cigarette and rubbing her leg again.

"I've never touched you like this."

"You sleep for a while."

How the does she sleep with this??

In the end, Nie Zhao just tilted his head and lay on the bed panting, and his whole soul was shaking, and Jin Zhuoqi didn't do it for long, and then he made it all by himself, and after he went to take a bath, he had to take a bath again.

Nie Zhao moved his wrist and shook it away, feeling weak: "I'll go by myself." ”

The coolest thing about doing this with Jin Zhuoqi is that he has good skills and is also good at foreplay, so Nie Zhao is also comfortable, and she can sleep very deeply after doing it, which is more useful than self-harm.

Outside the window, the fish belly has been turned white, and the day is dawning.

Nie Zhao struggled to sit up, and it hurt as if her legs were disabled.

"Can you stand up?"

Jin Zhuoqi threw a black shirt to her, crossed her long legs, sat next to her like an uncle, smoking a cigarette, with a smile on the corner of her eyebrows: "It seems that the master is not working hard enough." ”

Nie Zhao glared at him, limped around his waist and walked to the bathroom with the black shirt.

When I walked in, I saw that there was water in the bathtub in the bathroom.

It's not so ignorant of pity and pity.

Nie Zhao lay down comfortably, and the sourness in his body slowly disappeared.

There was also a box of ointment next to it, Nie Zhao glanced at it, and saw that it was used to apply red and swollen places, and opened the lid, indicating that he had applied it to him once before.

it, is he a beast???

Apply the medicine after applying.

She suspected that he had never touched a woman at all, so it was as if he had opened meat.

Jin Zhuoqi stared at the person in the patterned glass of the bathroom, and there was only a faint shadow, and he couldn't see clearly.

Crushed the cigarette in his hand, Jin Zhuoqi walked out of the bedroom and picked up his mobile phone to make a call.

"Help me find out what happened to Nie Zhao in the Taiwan Strait before."

Fu Kun on the other side was stunned for a moment and asked, "What exactly is the situation?" ”

Jin Zhuoqi did not forget that he wanted to take someone to take a bath, and the cuts on her arms he saw one after another, and her fair skin was beautiful, which made people have the urge to collect, but those cut marks were full of a sense of brokenness.

The knife marks were very deep, and judging from the force and direction, Jin Zhuoqi could tell at a glance that she had cut it herself.

It's ruthless. Jin Zhuoqi wanted to laugh a little, but couldn't.

"Body, spirit." He said.

Fu Kun said quickly: "Okay, I'll check now." ”

After hanging up the phone, Jin Zhuoqi sat alone in the living room for a long time, his throat was dry and sore, and he couldn't help but take a cigarette from the coffee table and smoke.

After waiting for almost an hour, he didn't see Nie Zhao come out, so he re-entered the room and knocked on the bathroom door, and Nie Zhao was awake and lazy inside.

"What? I haven't washed it yet. ”

Jin Zhuoqi didn't say a word, turned around and went downstairs to buy some breakfast nearby.

As soon as she entered the house, Nie Zhao had already come out of the room with her clothes on, she had washed her clothes in the washing machine last night, and now they had been dried and dried.

Glancing at the breakfast he bought, Nie Zhao didn't plan to eat with him.

"I'll go first."

Although my back still hurts, I am hungry.

But she's a little worried about the kitten shredding when she's alone at home.

Jin Zhuoqi sat at the dining table without saying a word, and Nie Zhao grabbed his wet long hair, rubbed his waist and left the apartment slowly.

The door slammed shut, the whole apartment calmed down, and Jin Zhuoqi didn't have much appetite to eat.

Turned around and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

The window in the bedroom was not opened, the window was fresh after the rain, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance left in the room.

***

Fu Kun didn't pay too much attention to the things about Nie Zhao on the Internet, he adhered to a principle, and what Jin Zhuoqi didn't want to know, he wouldn't take the initiative to inquire about anything.

He doesn't like people asking him too much, even if it's a good friend.

Fu Kun always felt that Jin Zhuoqi was very forbearant and very powerful, and after all this, he could still live his life without changing his face.

Perhaps because of his autism as a child, he was silent and silent when he was on the edge of the crowd.

But after tracing back to the source and finding out some things, Fu Kun didn't know what to say.

He suddenly remembered the person who made Jin Zhuoqi's frequent donations, NZ, and it was not difficult to guess that it was Nie Zhao.

How could he be so stupid to tell Nie Zhao that Jin Zhuoqi had a sister, and that telling others about his weakness was a fatal thing, even if he thought that Nie Zhao was not bad, he would not put Jin Zhuoqi in danger.

He could probably guess that Jin Zhuoqi's sister was Nie Zhao, and he told her that the incident was just to test her, and the result of the temptation was that she really didn't seem to remember, but she couldn't run away.

In the afternoon, when Fu Kun went to Jin Zhuoqi's house to look for him, he handed him the report in his hand, saying that he had obtained it from a hospital in Taihai and that Nie Zhao had also undergone an examination at a hospital in City A -- moderate depression.

has been discovered by Jin Zhuoqi, that may have been more serious.

It was hard for Fu Kun to imagine why a person like Nie Zhao, who looked free and easy on the outside, could be so sick.

She doesn't look like her at all, and sometimes she jokes with others, often light and breezy, even if she is next to Jin Zhuoqi, it seems that she is just deliberately selling him something back, and the flamboyant aura in her bones that no one is satisfied with cannot be restrained at all.

Fu Kun sometimes hated Nie Zhao, he once brought in himself, if his mother had the opportunity to pick up a life and be broken by others, he would be crazy enough to die with the other party.