Wen Ning didn't know what he wanted to do, thinking that he was going to punish himself, so he was so anxious that he kicked his feet.

Lu Yanci was kicked several times, and she had to restrain her feet.

He put her back on the bed and looked at her heavily, "You think I'm going to hit you?" ”

Wen Ning was really afraid that he would beat him down, especially afraid that he would hit his stomach, so he shrank back vigorously.

Shrinking and looking at him warily.

Lu Yanci was made uncomfortable by her scared and vigilant eyes.

And my heart throbbed.

Anyone in this world can be afraid of him, but Wen Ning can't!

He reached out to touch her, but she resisted even more.

The more she did this, the more uncomfortable he felt in his heart, and he had to touch her.

Between tugging, Wen Ning's forehead touched the bedpost.

It may be that the strength is too great, and immediately, a big bag is visible to the naked eye.

Wen Ning didn't seem to know the pain, and wanted to run again while Lu Yan was distracted.

But Lu Yanci saw that her white and tender forehead was injured again, and he was distressed and angry.

He grabbed her with one hand, and called Zhang Hua with the other to send a small medicine box over.

It was only when the alcohol stung Wen Ning's skin that she calmed down a little.

But she still protected her stomach and looked at Lu Yanci with a vigilant expression.

His eyes were full of disbelief in him.

Lu Yanci was so uncomfortable by that look that he felt terrible, but he had to endure it.

While carefully disinfecting her forehead, he said in a low voice: "Don't look at me like this, I won't beat you." ”

Wen Ning still looked at him vigilantly, until he put ointment on her forehead, and then he spoke, "I don't believe you." ”

Lu Yan spoke, but his lips were stiff.

After taking the medicine, he put away the medicine box and picked up the clothes that Wen Ning threw on the floor, "I remember that you like this dress very much and wear it often." ”

Wen Ning looked at him coldly, "I don't like the clothes you chose, they all suck!" ”

Lu Yan didn't speak, just stared straight at her.

Wen Ning directly ignored his gaze and said coldly: "Not only clothes, but also other things, as long as you choose, I don't like it!" However, Luo Ying likes it, if you choose her, she will like it! ”

Without waiting for Lu Yanci to speak, she said mockingly: "There is one more thing, Lu Yanci, do you want to hear it?" ”

Lu Yanci knew that she couldn't say a nice word at this time, but he still spoke: "You say." ”

Wen Ning looked at him, and after a long while, he whispered, "Lu Yanci, why do you think I like white roses?" ”

Lu Yan didn't answer, and his eyes were dyed with coldness.

Wen Ning hooked her lips self-deprecatingly and shook her head, "White roses are Luo Ying's favorite flowers, right?" Or is it something your sweetheart likes? ”

She suddenly changed her tone, and her tone was a little cold, "But what I hate the most is white roses, and what I hate the most is white roses!" I wish the white roses of the world were burned by fire! ”

Her chest was heaving, her face was flushed, and her hands were clenched into fists, as if trying to suppress her emotions.

"I hate white roses, but you, in a different way, let me look at it, smell it, and make it into skin care products and fragrances, I smell it every day, and I want to vomit!"

Looking at Lu Yanci's increasingly ugly face, she felt a deformed pleasure.

She chuckled, "Do you know why I hate white roses?" ”

Lu Yanci looked at her motionlessly, the color of his eyes was dark and heavy.

Wen Ning said in a low voice: "Because, my mother liked white roses the most when she was alive, but she didn't wait until her death until my father gave her a flower that was even five cents. People send white roses! ”

"It's ridiculous, you think I like this kind of rotten flowers, it's in my eyes, it's out. The synonym of the track, just like you did that day, knowing that I was sick, I begged you like that, you just care about going to see your Miss Luo! ”

She raised her head and looked at Lu Yanci's eyes with coldness, "You were really similar to my father in my eyes at that time!" ”

Lu Yanci clenched his fists tightly, and then slowly let go.

He said in a low voice, "Why don't you tell me if you don't like it?" ”

Wen Ning sneered, "Is it useful?" You forced me to wear clothes I didn't like, eat things I didn't like, use those messy products, I didn't like everything, I resisted, but what did you do? You've shut down the merchants who sell me to force me to do what you want! ”

She sighed lightly, "Lu Yanci, you are really bad, terrible!" ”

With that, the room fell silent again.

In this game, there is no winner.

Both were stabbed by the other.

After a long time, Lu Yanci spoke, "If you don't like something, throw it away, pull out the flowers, and plant what you like." ”

His fists were clenched tightly, and the green tendons on it came out, obviously trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

He tried to make his voice sound as calm as possible, "You like sunflowers, shall we grow sunflowers?" ”

"Not good!"

Wen Ning said coldly: "Don't let this yard defile the sunflowers!" ”

With that, she closed her eyes and leaned back on the bed, waiting for the imaginary punishment to fall.

However, after a long time, he didn't wait for the punishment, and only heard the sound of Lu Yan leaving the door and closing the door again.

Wen Ning opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling distractedly.

If you want to leave, you must leave!

Come on, bear with me a little longer!

As long as that thing is done, go right away!

After a while, Lu Yanci came back again.

In his hand, he held a small white porcelain bowl containing freshly cooked sweet osmanthus soup and white and chubby poached eggs floating on it.

He sat down beside Wen Ning, "Are you hungry?" Grab a bite to eat! ”

Wen Ning closed his eyes and said coldly, "If you don't want to eat, take it!" ”

Lu Yanci forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and said patiently: "Eat a little, Zhang Hua is cooking your favorite dish, take a sip of soup first." ”

Wen Ning sneered, "My favorite dish?" Do you mean the recipe you gave me? ”

Lu Yanci was silent, his hand clutched the small bowl tightly, and his knuckles began to turn white with so much strength.

After a while, he said in a low voice: "This is made by me, you usually like to eat it the most, if you can't eat it today, it's okay to drink the soup, you haven't eaten for several hours." ”

Wen Ning turned his head to look at him, a strange color flashed in his eyes, "Yes, this is indeed my favorite food, but I don't like to eat the sweet osmanthus soup you made, what I like is made by another person." ”

Lu Yanci narrowed his eyes, and the anger flashed in his eyes, but his voice was very soft: "Who is it?" ”

Wen Ning chuckled: "Of course it's a person who is ten thousand times better than you." ”

"Someone I've liked since I was a kid."

Lu Yanci breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Ning's past is as clean as a blank sheet of paper in his eyes, a small thing that can't even connect to kisses, how can anyone he like.

Even if there is, it can only be him!

He handed her the fine porcelain bowl and coaxed her patiently, "Eat a little." ”

Wen Ning blocked it with his hand, "I said I wouldn't eat it!" ”

Under the mistake, the thin white porcelain bowl was knocked over to the ground, and the hot soup was poured on the back of Lu Yanci's hand.