It’s Colder Today

The broad palm of his hand was pressed against the skin of her nape, gently squeezing the bones of her spine through the skin.

Shi Yun raised his hand and shook the parts in his hand: Didn't you put it together last time? Why did you dismantle it and put it together again?

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Yun noticed that his expression changed.

His pupils trembled slightly, and he kept moving his hands: I fell down when I was angry, and then I started fighting again after the anger subsided.

It seemed that Lin Fang's helpless and frustrated tone on the other end of the phone was more than empty.

Shi Yun turned around, interrupting Wei Songying's massage. She put her hands on his knees, raised her head and looked at the person sitting on the sofa: What happened? A plastic guy can even drop a Gundam.

It was something that made him angry. Now that he mentioned it again, he still felt a little uncomfortable. He reached into his pants pocket to get a cigarette, bit the cigarette butt, and rummaged in his pocket again, but there was no lighter.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of one on the coffee table. He leaned forward and reached for it, but there was no oil in the lighter. He even hit it several times but no small flame came out.

In the end, he could only hold the cigarette in his mouth and bite the yellow filter with his teeth. He leaned on the back of the sofa and looked up at the ceiling.

I feel restless.

My dad and I had a fight. Wei Congying took the cigarette away from his mouth and put it behind his ear.

No need to ask about the reason for the quarrel, it must have been his cheap sister.

It was the same day they took advantage of the cheap sister in Haiyue and played tricks on her. Shi Yun was there when grandma came to be a lobbyist, but grandma ultimately failed.

Later, Wei Mingcheng called Wei Zongying for several days, but he didn't answer the phone or open the door.

It happened that he was also in Haiyue that day, and when he met his son head-on, he definitely had to teach him a lesson.

They are brother and sister, and he is the brother. How could he treat his sister like this without caring about her feelings at all?

Wei Zong should find it ridiculous. It was quite shameless for him to make up nonsense and slander others, but it was not Wei Mingcheng's turn to preach to him: Did you consider my mother's mood when you cheated?

Originally it was just a quarrel, but in the end Wei Cong responded with a harsh word, saying it without thinking: You'd better keep a close eye on her. If she hangs around in front of me again in the future, I'm not doing my job and I have a lot of friends. Today is a verbal warning. You Guess what I will do next time?

Of course, he wouldn't do such a thing, and he was purely angry with Wei Mingcheng when he said it. When he finally finished speaking, his head tilted, and Wei Zongying was startled, and it took him a long time to realize that he had been slapped.

The scene of a loving father and a filial son was played out. Wei Zongying relied on his youth to fight back much more vigorously than Wei Mingcheng. In the end, it was Haiyue's staff and his father's driver who came over to control the situation.

The driver took Wei Mingcheng back to the car. Lin Fang, who was ink, just came out. When he saw this scene, he immediately put the beating Wei Congying into the car and asked him to calm down.

After calming down for ten minutes, when he saw Wei Mingcheng leaving the car, he couldn't calm down and hit the accelerator.

A kick of the accelerator cost seven figures.

Nothing happened to anyone in the car. The car was towed away by the insurance company. Wei Songying was sent back by Lin Fang. After he came back, he smashed the TV and pushed the shelf where the Gundam was placed.

In the end, he not only had to compensate his neighbors for causing nuisance, but also had to put the Gundam back together again.

After recounting the events of the past few days lightly, Wei Zongying put the cigarette to his mouth again, making a gesture of getting up.

If you don't have a lighter, just light one on the gas stove.

As soon as she got up, Shi Yun's arm on her leg was strong, and she stood up with her legs on the sofa. She stood up and sat on Wei Songying's lap, reaching out to take away the cigarette from his mouth.

Wei Zongying refused to give it and gritted his teeth.

Shi Yun playfully scratched his waist with her fingers, which made Wei Zongying grunt a few times, but she finally took the cigarette away.

He grabbed Shi Yun's hand and said, Give me the cigarette. It will make you angry. I'll go smoke a cigarette and take it easy.

Shi Yun didn't give it, and pulled off his collar, then put the cigarette with teeth marks between her skin and clamped it: I can't let you slow down?

As he spoke, a pair of hands held her waist and picked her up. With his broad shoulders pressed against her belly, he cursed and carried her into the bedroom.

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The sky was gloomy when we arrived, but it finally started to rain. It was around three o'clock, and it was as dark as it was at six or seven o'clock in the evening.

Looking out the window from the bed, the roofs of tall buildings not far away seemed to be about to break through the dark clouds pressing down on the surrounding area.

Shi Yun was lying on the bed, feeling the same now. She was panting heavily. The electricity in the apartment tripped when there was a thunderstorm. Although it recovered instantly, the air conditioner failed to turn on automatically. She was getting hotter and hotter, and her body was covered in sweat.

The rain falling from the dark clouds seemed to fall on her through layers of cement ceilings.

But there was no water dripping from the ceiling, but she could clearly feel drops of water falling on her collarbone.

She put away her distracted gaze and focused her gaze on Wei Songying's face, watching the sweat from her temples drip down the side of his face.

He muttered some bad words, and then turned Shi Yun over.

Shi Yun turned his face and continued to look out the window. From a different angle, the tall building no longer looked like it was piercing the sky, but like a pillar, trying to hold up the sky.