Perhaps it was because of this sentence, or maybe it was because he thought of something else, Jin Zhuoqi sat down on the stool next to him, touched a cigarette from the table, and smoking.

In the silence of the bedroom, there was the sound of lighter gears clicking, with a heavy grinding sound, which showed that he was pressing very hard, and the scarlet of the cigarette butt ignited in an instant, illuminating the outline of the face, a little blurred, as if it had been used with a frosted filter in the distance.

Nie Zhao's night blindness is serious, but Jin Zhuoqi can see clearly in the dark, perhaps because he was often locked up in a dark house for a long time when he was in the orphanage, but he was used to falling into the night, sitting on a high chair at this time, while silently smoking a cigarette while raising his eyelids to look at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed with her head down.

He wears a white sweater with a wide collar, his shoulder straps exposed, and his hair is messy.

"." Jin Zhuoqi's eyes became more and more cold, and his tone was not good.

Nie Zhao grinded his teeth and was so angry that he stared at him silently for several seconds, then stood up and walked out.

Perhaps it was the act of leaving, but after she left, the bedroom door was slammed shut, and the room was plunged into darkness again.

Jin Zhuoqi didn't turn on the light, just sat on the stool and continued to smoke the cigarette, smoking most of it, leaning back in a loose way, propping his elbows on the table.

The smell of smoke echoed at the tip of his nose, Jin Zhuoqi stared at the snow outside the window, thinking that Jin Ruxin also liked winter.

Working in winter is not convenient, but she likes snow very much, saying that it is very beautiful, the snow under the lamp is still shining, every year Jin Zhuoqi will see the little snowman she built for him on the day of the first snow, how big the snow snowman is.

He looked away a little irritably, and in his eyes he bit his cigarette and thought desperately—

Did he kill his mother because he hated Nie Zhao, or did he hate Nie Zhao because Meng Xun killed his mother.

He knew very well that it was different.

He couldn't confess, and he couldn't argue anything for himself.

Maybe it's because of the encounter when he was a child, he can't give up the sense of responsibility and longing that he can't grasp her inexplicably but still exists.

Obviously, when she was a child, she was left alone.

After smoking a cigarette, Jin Zhuoqi came out of the room, went downstairs, and saw Nie Zhao, who was sitting in the living room, still holding a bag of freshly opened susceptibility medicine in his hand, boiling hot water, and pinching the cup to make the medicine.

Seeing Jin Zhuoqi coming down, he raised his head and glanced at him, and then ignored it and continued to lower his head and bubble medicine.

Jin Zhuoqi was still a little stunned, he thought she had left just now.

I'm still wondering if it's good to take a taxi on a snowy day.

When he sat down on the opposite side of the sofa, Nie Zhao pushed the feeling spirit in front of him to him, sat down again, and said in a warm voice: "You really didn't promise me not to touch the Meng family. ”

At that time, Jin Zhuoqi really did not affirm that he would let the Meng family go.

It was also her deception first, and she was not qualified to let Jin Zhuoqi let go.

Other people's lives are also lives, and other people's families are also families.

She can't be wrong again and again.

"Whatever you want, I said that the Meng family has nothing to do with me."

Meng Xundu has always wanted her to die, what does she care about his life and death?

No one is completely innocent in this matter.

She knew this clearly, and just now she blurted out that she was provoked by Jin Zhuoqi's questioning and proximity, and she couldn't stand that sense of persecution.

After Nie Zhao finished speaking, he raised his eyes to meet Jin Zhuoqi's dark eyes staring at her, perhaps because of the sickly paleness of the whole body, it seemed that those eyes were black as if they were bottomless.

She staggered her gaze without leaving a trace, and said, "You drink the medicine, and if it doesn't work, go to the doctor." ”

Jin Zhuoqi pinched the cup of the strong medicinal medicine, glanced at her again, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You bought the medicine?" ”

Nie Zhao said "um" and looked at him again: "Otherwise?" The medicine in you has expired, and I threw it away. ”

Jin Zhuoqi tilted his chin back, his throat rolled back and forth, and in a few seconds, a cup of counterfeiting potion bottomed out.

After drinking, he put down the cup, and lay on the sofa with his head up, perhaps because of his nasal congestion, his breathing was very heavy, his chest was heaving, his throat was thirsty, and he poured a glass of boiled water mixed with the residue of the medicine just now.

Nie Zhao stared at him for a few seconds, his cheeks were not completely pale, the tails of his eyes were very red, his dark eyelashes were dizzy and a little fragile and broken, but the green tendons on his finger bones were obvious, and there was a sense of retort between weakness and strength.

She stood up to leave the villa, but was stopped by Jin Zhuoqi.

"Come here."

Jin Zhuoqi's eyes were impartially on her back, his elbows were against his knees, and he said indifferently: "Let you go?" ”

She didn't know how it started, but at this time the lights were on in the huge living room, and she sat next to the sofa very close to Jin Zhuoqi, perhaps because she felt so weak that she lost her strength, and lay back lazily, and the collar of the pure black pajamas on her body was opened several buttons to dissipate heat.

His whole body was hot as if there was molten slurry brewing in his bones, and he was steaming hot and couldn't express his fierce breath, and Nie Zhao also felt that the things in his hands were expanding, and at the same time, he had to burn off the skin on his fingers.

She didn't look down, she didn't want to see a heavy picture that she couldn't look at directly, but the clear touch could make Nie Zhao imagine what the thing in her hand looked like, after all, she had used it countless times.

Nie Zhao glanced at him slightly, let go of his hand and let him hold it, took out two Marlboro cigarettes from the coffee table next to him, lit them with a lighter at the same time, gave one to Jin Zhuoqi, and held the other himself, and continued to use his hand.

He smoked a lot of cigarettes, and Nie Zhao recognized almost all the cigarettes beside him.

Affectionate people don't even smoke the same cigarette.

"Won't you smoke and die suddenly?"

I'm still feeling the cold.

Jin Zhuoqi took a puff of thin smoke on Nie Zhao's cheek, looking at her embarrassed appearance of dodging and choking, her voice was hoarse and hoarse just now.

"I didn't die because of smoking."

Nie Zhao heard what he meant, holding the cigarette between his fingers, and the other hand did not let go of the piston, he leaned sideways and crawled closer, blowing his breath and asking boldly: "Brother Zhuo, can you kiss here?" ”

She pointed to the place where his Adam's apple was with the other end of her cigarette.

It's really sexy.

Nie Zhao never felt that men were sexy except for their strong thin muscles, but his Adam's apple was particularly sensitive, which was a high evaluation.

Jin Zhuoqi tilted his head, lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, his fingers clasped the back of her hand to help her continue, he snorted, his dark eyes glanced sideways, and his voice was hoarse: "Nie Zhao, who treats you as if you don't want money?" Don't talk about yourself so cheaply. ”

"Did I force you or did you not get it?"

Nie Zhao turned his head sideways, thinking that it was okay, let go of his hand and sat down on his shoulder, not forgetting to smear all the water from his right hand on Jin Zhuoqi's body viciously.

It's like eating a very delicious ice cream, and she eats it little by little, even if the path is limited, maybe too familiar, and it can easily let him pass smoothly.

The slightest sound in the huge living room was extremely obvious, perhaps it was this kind of environment similar to a public occasion, Nie Zhao felt nervous and excited, and her hormones soared, not to mention that Jin Zhuoqi was weak and powerless at this time, and it was so hot that it was like a fire that broke out all over her.

She would have a sense of sovereignty over him, and even if something was out of her control, it was enough to make her go crazy.

The hot sweat was like taking a bath, the hair on the side of her cheeks was dripping wet, her gasping voice was short, and she didn't let go of Jin Zhuoqi all the time.

She even thought after her brain went blank, if she hadn't killed Jin Zhuoqi's mother, if Meng Xun was Jin Zhuoqi, if she and Jin Zhuoqi hadn't developed to this point.

No matter what her first impression of Jin Zhuoqi was, a person of Ge Yuankai's personality would definitely become good friends with Jin Zhuoqi.

Nie Zhao was so shaken that he was about to lose his grip when Jin Zhuoqi noticed that he threw her on the sofa with his backhand, put a high pillow, and her hair dangled back and forth behind her shoulders, and even some of it was already entangled, and her hair was about to be cut a little shorter.

This embarrassing gesture made her have no time to react, her mind was empty, her eyes were blank looking at the white paper thrown on the ground in the distance, there were too many phantoms to focus, people were stupid, but they just felt very hot, so cool.

Obviously, the consequence of this disregard for his life and death is that Jin Zhuoqi's high fever is even worse after the two ends.

When Nie Zhao came out of the shower, Jin Zhuoqi was already lying on the bed and asleep.

She touched his forehead with some weakness, glad that he had fallen asleep after taking a shower.

Feeling the boiling heat of 100 degrees of boiling water, he hurriedly called Fu Kun.

"He seems to have a higher fever, are you free? Take him to the hospital for a look. Nie Zhao said.

Fu Kun frowned: "Didn't he take medicine?" He had been sleeping for a day before. ”

I didn't get enough sleep and was woken up by her.

Nie Zhao's face did not change: "We did it." ”

There was no sound there, and after two or three seconds, the sound of getting up came.

"I'm in the past."

Jin Zhuoqi was taken to the hospital to hang the bottles, and the doctor said that he had to drop the four bottles before he could do it, and that he should not wake up the patient and let him rest more.

He also prescribed a bunch of drugs for the cold, saying that they should take it regularly, and that if they can get through it, it is best to come to the hospital to see, because if the risk is too serious, it may cause myocarditis and nephritis and other diseases, so they should not take it lightly.

Fu Kun nodded and said, "Okay doctor." ”

Nie Zhao sat next to him and waited, without saying a word.

Fu Kun glanced at Nie Zhao, looked at the already dim sky outside the window, and called her: "You go back to rest, the hospital can't accommodate anyone, I'm here tonight, I have a class tomorrow morning, and I may need you to take care of it then." ”

The words have come to this, Nie Zhao nodded without pretentiousness and left, and on the way back, he asked the boss for leave and said that he could ask for leave if he had something to do at eight in the morning tomorrow.

Other: [You also want to ask for leave?] But Wenwen will be left alone tomorrow morning, should she be too busy, is it an important thing? 】

【A person ? Don't you have another colleague? 】

[He resigned yesterday, and now you and Wenwen are left in the eighth class in the morning. 】

Nie Zhao lowered his eyes and said, "Then can I ask my friend for help? She had worked in a fast food restaurant before, similar to our restaurant, anyway, she was at the front desk to collect the bill and move some small things when the goods arrived. 】

[Okay.] 】

Nie Zhao sent Lu Xiang a WeChat message, but Lu Xiang also had a class tomorrow, and it happened to be the first session of the afternoon There was an open class by a professor she liked very much, and she finally applied for it.

[Why don't I ask Jiang Hang, he doesn't seem to have a class today. 】

Nie Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly: [You have a good relationship with him? 】

Lu Xiang: [No, I asked him when I was looking for a job before, and I asked him if he had time. 】

[Forget it.] 】

Nie Zhao knew that Jiang Hang was interesting to her, she didn't respond, and she was not qualified to let others help her.

Lu Xiang posted a weak emoji.

[The hand is too fast, he has already asked, and he replied in seconds. 】

Then I sent a screenshot.

Jiang Hang's reply: [Free. 】

Nie Zhao pursed his lower lip, took a deep breath and replied to Jiang: [Are you really free tomorrow? I have something to do, so I need you to help me get off work, from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m., and I can eat at the convenience store at noon. 】

Jiang Hang: [Well, I'm free, you send me an address and I'll go over tomorrow morning.] 】

He didn't say anything else, and Nie Zhao replied to the address with a thank you.

[Thank you, I'll invite you to dinner another day.] 】