He stretched out his hand to turn on the lights in the car, his eyes fell on Nie Zhao, and asked in a light voice: "What's wrong?" Tired? Whatever we want to eat, we take it home to eat. ”

Only then did Nie Zhao suddenly break free from his thoughts, turned his head to look at him, and shook his head.

"Nope."

After a moment of silence, Nie Zhao stared at his noble face again, and asked, "Jin Zhuoqi, are you willing to do it?" ”

Jin Zhuoqi turned his head sideways and asked, "What?" ”

Nie Zhao suppressed something, and slowly gasped, his body trembling a little.

"Mr. Luo has already settled in London, and he will go back in the next year, are you willing to do it?"

"Are you willing to let me go?"

years later.

Jin Zhuoqi said that he got married on Chinese New Year's Eve.

At that time, I probably didn't think about the Nie church leaving.

After finally staying together, do you want to start a long-distance marriage?

"I don't speak English very well, and it's impossible to accompany me to your company for a lot of things, so should I go to a different place alone?" Nie Zhao asked softly, saying that it was very difficult to say sentence by sentence.

"How do you know I want to go?"

"You'll go." His tone was calm, but there was an inexplicable solidity, as if he was sure that she would choose to go to London for further study.

This sentence was particularly harsh in her ears, and it provoked her tense emotions, like a locked rubber band, and after she let it go, her hand hurt.

"Do you think I'm going to part with you because of this? How do you judge your importance in my heart? ”

Nie Zhao's voice was raised a little more decibels, his eyelashes were lowered, and he said in a cold voice: "I'm not going, I don't know if I'm leaving." ”

Jin Zhuoqi couldn't concentrate on driving because of her emotions, and the car was parked on the side of the road at the entrance of an alley, which was very quiet, only a 24-hour convenience store next to it was still lit.

A black BMW was parked discreetly on the side of the road, barely noticed.

He turned his head sideways, and the lights in the car fell on Nie Zhao's head, and she didn't look at him, stubbornly not getting angry.

Taking a deep breath, Jin Zhuoqi reached over and held her palm, which was soft and boneless, because those tiny little scars made him feel a little uncomfortable in the palm of his hand, and he said patiently: "You misunderstood me, I didn't think so." ”

"I just think that you are not satisfied with your current job, and you are not very happy, Nie Zhao, I hope you will become better, and do whatever you want to do as before, instead of being trapped in the current situation like this, and the premise of falling in love and getting married is that the two of you will become better and happier."

"You were just sick and delayed, would you have thought ten years ago that your life was like this?"

She used to be such a proud person, standing under the flash, sought after and embraced by countless people, moved out of the house at a young age and was independent, dealing with those partners, clumsily learning not to be cheated.

Jin Zhuoqi knew what kind of life she lived in high school, and what kind of pressure she was under to get so sick.

Others only saw her dazzling scene, and no one knew what she had gone through behind the scenes.

Nie Zhao frowned at him, and his words were a little frustrated: "I feel that I always ask for it when I am with you, as if there is never anything to give you." ”

"Makes me feel like I'm a failure."

But she didn't have anything to handle.

Jin Zhuoqi pinched her face, but in the car, he wanted to hug her a little: "But you are by my side, which is the biggest reward for me." ”

He had never thought of embarrassing her, and he had given him the privilege of being by his side, possessing him, and enjoying his affection.

The car continued on its way, rushing between the chases.

Jin Zhuoqi drove the steering wheel and did not enter the prosperous scene, but said in a casual tone: "You don't know how strong the four words that you belong to me are to me. ”

"Nie Zhao."

"It's me who has to do it, what are you afraid of?"

He should be the one to be afraid of.

He felt that it was not enough, it was not enough.

***

Jin Zhuoqi went to Guangzhou on a business trip for a week, and every day he became Nie Zhao's own commute to and from work to buy breakfast to accompany Crush.

Suddenly, as soon as he left, Nie Zhao lived in a huge riverside villa, and felt a little too quiet and boring.

On the third day of his business trip, which coincided with Nie Zhao's weekend break, this sense of boredom suddenly exploded.

Song Ke recently went to Finland on a business trip, Ge Yuankai seems to have returned to China, but he is entangled with children's paintings, Zhou Yan is anxious because of a project, and she has no other friends around her.

Jin Zhuoqi also bought her a lot of books so that she could learn English in her spare time, and if she really decided to go to London, the language would be the first difficulty for her, who knew nothing about English.

Holding a pen and nesting on the balcony all day, the kitten slept in her arms, she also took the record player that Jin Zhuoqi bought to the balcony, and the song played Agora Hills, she flipped through the photo album on a whim, and found a photo of Jin Zhuoqi that she secretly took a few days ago.

He was on a plane at ten o'clock that day.

The two of them got up early, Jin Zhuoqi had to go back to the company, and Nie Zhao had to wake up at about the same time as him because he had to go to work at 8 o'clock.

He woke up a few minutes later than he was, and he had already gone to the bathroom to wash up.

Nie Zhao was wearing a pajama in a daze, her hair was messy like a chicken nest, she grabbed her hair, her eyelids couldn't open, her body leaned against the bathroom door frame, and she didn't wake up.

His eyes fell on Jin Zhuoqi in the distance, he was wearing a black vest, somewhat tight, revealing majestic and powerful shoulder muscles and back muscle lines, broad shoulder blades, long and tall height, and his whole figure was exposed in the line of sight.

Usually he was with her, and Nie Zhao didn't know how he exercised his muscles, as if every inch of his body had been trained to the perfect size, not exaggerated, and also very masculine.

He lowered his head, didn't look in the mirror, his arms propped up on the washstand, his fingers slender and relaxed, his fingertips pointing at the tabletop, and his finger bones still had the ring on his finger bones that he was the only one left.

I didn't wear a watch, the lights in the bathroom were too dazzling, and I could faintly see the hidden scar on my wrist.

There is also a box of Double Happiness next to his finger, I don't know if it has been smoked, Nie Zhao guessed that it should have been smoked, otherwise it would not have been placed here.

The lighters are still there.

She held her eyelids and looked a little inexplicably good-looking.

I touched my phone and took a photo of the hand, but I didn't see the back, there was only a relaxed and tortuous hand in the photo, with distinct joints, slender finger bones, green tendons and knots on the back of the hand, and a cigarette and lighter in my hand.

Ring finger rings, scars, double happiness, bathrooms.

Nie Zhao walked over and sat on tiptoe on the washstand next to him, made of marble, wide enough to sit her, the wall next to him was cold, Nie Zhao tilted his head and turned sideways.

Jin Zhuoqi put down the razor in his hand, glanced at her, directly hooked the person's waist, and hugged her hips to hold the person down from above.

Before the foam on his chin was wiped off, he held the person in his arms and said in a low voice: "It's cold above, you're wearing too little." ”

Nie Zhao hugged his shoulder, his mind was like paste, he put it on the side of the bed, and looked up at him standing on the side of the bed.

He lowered his head again, breathed shallowly, and rubbed the scars on his wrists inch by inch with his fingertips.

Usually he doesn't let him see it, and he always wears the watch on his hand, and maybe no one knows that he has such a stroke on his wrist except for those who have witnessed it.

It's hideous and winding, protruding from a strip, which is not pretty.

"Does it hurt?" She asked, tilting her head.

Jin Zhuoqi stood in front of her, touched by her, lowered his eyes and didn't say that it didn't hurt, and his voice was indifferent: "I didn't know that you didn't want me to hurt." ”

Nie Zhao's eyes suddenly blurred with tears, and his voice was stuck: "Jin Zhuoqi." ”

Jin Zhuoqi just chuckled, his fingers brushing the corners of her eyes.

"Sleep a little longer, I'll make you some breakfast, and let the driver take you to work after eating."

Nie Zhao nodded, and she didn't fall asleep when he left.

On the first night he left, Nie Zhao had insomnia all night.

She didn't know that the guy in Guangzhou was too.

Removed from this photo, Nie Zhao logged on to IG and posted the photo on the broken number.

Perhaps because of the excessive sense of atmosphere and the box of double happiness cigarettes, the comments below began to speculate that the child was about to come out.

Nie Zhao didn't reply, stared at them one by one, and wanted to send something to Jin Zhuoqi.

I just don't know if he was still in meetings and working overtime at this time, or if he had some kind of drinking party.

I was about to wait until I went to bed to ask, and there was already a message from the other side.

Jin Zhuoqi: [Didn't go to work today? 】

How does she know?

Nie Zhao hurriedly replied: [Have you paid attention to my account? 】

[Ang, no? 】

【…… Okay, busy? 】

[I'm not busy, I'm waiting for you to send me a message, but I can't wait, I can only shamelessly ask my fiancée what she is doing. 】

Nie Zhao chuckled lightly, and typed word by word: [I miss you, Brother Zhuo. 】

JIN Zhuoqi; [Voice.] 】

Nie Zhao obediently sent a voice message to the past.

"I miss you, when will I be back?"

Jin Zhuoqi called her, and after Nie Zhao answered, he realized that he was drinking again, and there was a sense of intoxication in the voice on the other side.

"What's the drink? You don't know you can't drink. Nie Zhao frowned, "Didn't Jiang Hang help you block it?" ”

Jin Zhuoqi's voice was low: "Don't mention him, annoying, I don't like him." ”

Nie Zhao: "......"

"It's been 800 years."

"Well, he likes you, and he quit."

Jin Zhuoqi probably didn't want to mention others on the phone with Nie Zhao, and said in a hoarse tone, "I'm on the road, I got a new driver, you should know, he sent me a lot of photos of your previous free trip." ”

Nie Zhao didn't think it would be so fateful when he heard him say this, the other party must have entered the company for this reason, she didn't care, she could climb the pole, and her strength depended on herself.

"You'll give him the phone in a moment."

Let him tell the hotel to take some sobering medicine, otherwise he will have a headache when he wakes up.

"I'm not done yet." He breathed heavily, sat in the back row, and plunged into the darkness with his shoulders bent.