seek her

Itching in the ears, making people drowsy, those breezes seemed to blow in the heart, Jing Shu closed his eyes, tears suddenly rolled down the eye sockets, scorching hot, wet Song Sipu's pants.

Song Sipu's hands that helped her clean her ears froze slightly, and then used cotton swabs to remove the water stains in her ears as if nothing had happened.

The relationship between him and Ji Linjiang is really different. Ji Linjiang's love is always vigorous, unreserved, hot as fire, scalding others and scalding themselves.

Song Sipu's feelings are very introverted, like a meandering stream, with long streams, high mountains and long rivers, and as time goes by, they converge into a thick ocean.

He used to be so considerate and gentle to Lu Jinqiao.

All the fantasies she had dreamed of in her girlhood were now realized.

At this moment, Jing Shu was convinced that all her latent thoughts had been realized, the change of her light makeup, the fairy elegance of her dressing style, and the bohemian style of her dresses were all Song Sipu liked Style, she approached him intentionally or unintentionally, as if she had finally turned Lu Jinqiao's warrior into her warrior after all the ups and downs.Turn Lu Jinqiao's bodyguard into her bodyguard.

Ji Linjiang knew all of her hidden thoughts, and saw through her ulterior motives at a glance.

"The hair is too wet." Song Sipu said, taking out the hair dryer from the locker on the side of the balcony, "Sit upright."

Jing Shu straightened up, and put earphones in his ears to block the sound of the hair dryer.

Song Sipu changed to a high chair and took a hair dryer to help her dry her hair. Her curly long hair could almost wrap her body, just like in the ruins that night, her scattered long hair was boundless, like a black flame Burning him, burning all the senses to the extreme.

Confrontation, entanglement, tears.

This woman should have experienced it many times, so he didn't consider her feelings at all that night, and vented all his anger and hatred towards Ji Linjiang on Ji Linjiang's favorite woman.

But not the same.

It's completely different from what he thought.

He thought she didn't care, that she was shameless, that she could endure anything to protect herself, but she shed so many tears, and they all fell on his conscience, like wax dripping into his heart, drop by drop, Repeatedly staged every night after the incident, piercing this heart, nailing him to the pillar of shame forever, unable to turn over.

Once there is an intersection point between two parallel lines that never intersect, the two lines will gradually drift away and never intersect again, unless forced, they will become one.

Otherwise, never possible.

I don't know what kind of music she was listening to, she tapped her head lightly, just as she was thinking, Jing Shu didn't look back at him, so she took off the other earphone and raised her hand to give a slight signal to the back.

Song Sipu hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, and Jingshu helped him put it on.

The music is deafening, it is actually heavy metal music, the singer's low smoke voice is full of seductive and sexy sadness, Song Sipu doesn't like heavy metal, he likes light music, he broke free from the earphones.

"Did something happen the night I was discharged from the hospital?" Jing Shu suddenly asked him, "Why didn't Ji Linjiang suddenly cooperate with the police? That night..."

In the middle of speaking, Song Sipu suddenly blew the breeze of the hair dryer on her wet face.

The suffocating hot wind hit his face, Jing Shu hurriedly got away from him, stroked the hair all over his face, and looked at him slightly annoyed.

Song Sipu was still sitting on the high chair, looking at her with a half-smile.

He was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, with fresh and clean hair, and he looked at her with bright eyes and a deep smile, a bit of mischievous provocation, not at all like the beast that was eager to kill her before.

Docile and harmless sat there.

It was very similar to his wholehearted and relaxed posture when facing Lu Jinqiao.

Jing Shu didn't want to investigate too much about his childish prank, "You should know something, right? What happened that night?"

"Nothing happened." Song Sipu looked at her and said.

Jing Shu tied up her long hair casually, and walked towards the living room. If nothing happened, why did Ji Linjiang suddenly cut off the channel for her to communicate with Uncle Cheng? But no matter what, she couldn't remember what happened that night. Something went wrong, so for the sake of Ding Dong's safety, contact was temporarily cut off?

It can only be understood in this way.

Jing Shu was sitting on the sofa wearing socks, thinking about how to break up with Song Siputi. If he wanted the child, she couldn't tell him that she wanted to get rid of the child, so she could only take it in private.

Jing Shu was about to speak.

Song Sipu suddenly beat her and said slowly, "Min Jingshu, do you want to make do with me for the rest of your life?"

Jing Shu didn't say a word, didn't look up at him, just lowered her head and put on her socks. After a while, she said, "You listen to light music, I listen to heavy metal, are we the same way?"

"I can listen to heavy metal." Song Sipu expressed himself very euphemistically, "It's not bad."

"Let's end our cooperation here." Jing Shu cut off his words.