you pressed to the corner of my lips

The light slowly sprinkled on the feet, and the glow that dyed the sky folded into the glass, making the place at the corner of the dusk extraordinarily brilliant.

Fu Xiyu smiled leisurely, took the juice glass from her hand, and took a few sips from the straw.

"It seems that I can't sleep well now. Let's go and take a stroll with me."

Bo Yao responded, and the two walked out of the coffee shop.

The gentle wind blows past the ears, the trees on both sides of the road are densely shaded, and the sound of grasshoppers in the shrubs rings around your ears.

Bo Yao and her came to a clothing store, Fu Xiyu looked at her and said, "You have a lot of dirty stuff recently, should I deal with it for you?"

Bo Yao almost forgot about it. Once the competition was in progress, there would be a lot of scandals about her, and there would be a pile of non-existent scandals, and there would be no time to deal with them.

But she's used to those gossip reporters, and she just needs to know some things.

"No, I can handle it myself."

Fu Xiyu took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo, clicked on the number three hot search list, handed it to her and asked, "Are you sure you can handle this matter?"

Bao Yan squinted, his brows tightened, and after a few seconds, he slowly loosened.

[Retired player Yun He Anzhu, who seems to have broken up with his girlfriend recently. 】

"I believe in you, you can handle it cleanly." Fu Xiyu's eyes were as deep as a pool, black without bottom, he pinched her face casually, and said declaratively: "Don't forget what you did to me."

Bo Yan withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.

Fu Xiyu picked out a few nightdresses, the color of watermelon red, soft material, and a relatively fresh style, wearing them without losing their temperament.

She touched the material of the clothes, and looked back at her: "Does this look good?"

Bo Yao: "It's pretty."

"Boss, let's wrap it up." Fu Xiyu raised the corner of his mouth, and he could see that he was in a good mood. He would always ask for her opinion when buying anything. Bo Yan didn't have much idea about clothes. With Fu Xiyu's beautiful face, he could wear any clothes. nice.And her own dressing style is relatively neutral. Fu Xiyu likes the small and fresh style, and the two are not on the same level.

Accompanying her to buy clothes, the two continued to walk for a while.

Fu Xiyu received a call from the company halfway, it seemed that the secretary was looking for her, and the good princess suddenly disappeared, which frightened the secretary quite a bit.

"72% of Hangbo's shares have been withdrawn, so there is no need to continue to put money into it. I need to combine the data of the past few years to analyze the final profit."

Bo Yao stood aside and listened quietly to her answering the phone, hoping that the three hours would go faster.

After Fu Xiyu explained the business, he took her hand and entered the largest fruit shop.

She picked a few watermelons, turned to Bo Zong, and asked, "What kind of melon do you like to eat?"

Bao Yan pursed her lips, "I'm free, as long as you like."

"I like eating melons. If you don't like them, there's no need to buy them."

Bo Yao didn't know how to choose melons, so he just said what he said casually.

At this moment, her cell phone rang a few times, and when she opened it, the word An Nong suddenly occupied her nerves, and she immediately looked slightly ill.

Fu Xiyu was still picking watermelons in the fruit section. It seemed that the princess really had a soft spot for watermelons.

Bo Yao stepped aside, connected the phone, and lowered his voice slightly: "Hello."

"Ah, I'm really unwell right now, can you come and accompany me?" He Anong's voice was filled with grievances, coughing came from the receiver, and the hoarse voice was like a knife sharpening one's mind.

Bo Yao didn't react at all, her heart felt sore and painful as if someone had grabbed her suddenly.Holding the phone with his fingers, the phalanges turned slightly white.

"You stay with me, I'm afraid of Ayang." He Annong heard the calm silence on the other end of the phone, wondering if he was stimulated, coughing quickly, with a few breaths, and the illness was more serious.

Bo Yao remained silent, her lips pursed tightly.

"Bo Yao, come and take me back." He Annong hiccupped, the voices next to him were loud and noisy, probably in a bar.

"Why don't you talk, come and take me home..." He Annong murmured to himself.

The woman on the phone had a severe cough and a hoarse voice.

Bo Yao held the phone in his hand and didn't speak for a long time.

After a moment of silence, she opened her eyelashes.

"Where are you?"

"This melon is not bad. Let's cut it up and share it later. It has a lot of flesh and is very sweet." Fu Xiyu held a round tiger melon, patted it with his fingers, and walked up to her. In front of him, when she answered the phone, her complexion was not good, and the corners of her mouth were slightly condensed.

"Who's calling?"

Bo Yao's eyes dimmed, and he glanced at her without any waves, "I have something to do now, so I can't accompany you."

"You want to leave?" Fu Xiyu knew who was calling without guessing, "He Annong."

"Hmm." She responded bluntly.

"No."

Bo Yao was slightly taken aback: ...

"Bo Yao, you can't go. You are mine now, and no one can take you away when I need it."

Bo Yao frowned, her heart was in a mess. In the past, the two people in the two places separated by video call, but whenever He Annong fell ill and caught a cold, Bo Yao would try her best to skip class and take care of her. In the year when the road was blocked by heavy snow, she didn't stop her To take care of her heart.

"Sorry, I will try my best to repay you."

Fu Xiyu's eyes were fierce, he grabbed her hand, tried his best to calm himself down, pinched her chin with his fingertips, fixed his gaze on her, and smiled with restraint and coldness: "You can't go, I won't allow it. You can only be by my side, you are going to see He Annong, right, do you pretend that I don't know?"

"She's sick. I'm going to take care of her. Nothing will happen."

"She's sick, and that has nothing to do with you!" Fu Xiyu's body trembled uncontrollably, and the clear desire to occupy her and tear that woman's heart never stopped.

"She has broken up with you, what do you still care about her?"

Putting his fingers on her arm, Bo Yao slowly lowered his eyes, and pushed her hand away without hesitation, "I'm the one who apologizes this time."

"You are not allowed to go, Bo Yao..."

She turned around and ran away resolutely, her white shirt drawing a graceful arc in the air.

He decided to go.

Fu Xiyu closed his eyes, his face was extremely pale, his breathing became difficult and feeble, and the feeling of panic overlapped his body again, spinning around like suffocation.

Recalling the days and nights of illness and the long sufferings she experienced, she pulled the corners of her lips bitterly, "Is it true that a cactus can't be made into a flower and can't be held in someone's hand? With her, you have never Really look at me."

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When Bao Yao rushed to the bar, the sky opened up to the dark, and a bustling night scene stretched to the end of the sky.

The waiter opened the door respectfully, the sound of explosive music hit the eardrums, the rain of paper flowers was sprinkled on the pool table, and the men and women who were intoxicated by the DJ danced with enthusiasm.

She glanced around her surroundings.

The colored lights above the head flashed colorfully.

Bo Yao saw the figure lying in the corner, walked over quickly, and came to her side.

His fingers gently stroked her hair.

"What's wrong."

He Anong's cheeks flushed from drinking, with tears remaining on her face, she took a breath, and looked up at Bao Yao's cold cheeks.

Pushing it into her arms, the smell of alcohol came to her face, and her aggrieved voice was hoarse: "Why are you here now?"

Bo Yao swept the four empty bottles of wine on the table, and frowned coldly: "You drink so much wine, don't you want to die?"

With tears rolling down his cheeks, He Annong hiccupped and choked up, "Without you, life doesn't matter anymore."

Bo Yao raised her face, grabbed her chin, and said in a deep voice, "It's you who broke up."

The woman raised her eyelids and showed her a gentle smile: "But I can't bear you, am I very bad, I know I am too bad, I have been spoiled by you for so many years, no one will spoil me more than you Yes, I forced myself not to read your news, not to see you flirting with that princess, when I saw you being taken away by her, I found my heart hurt, I was so helpless, I really couldn’t let you go ,what do I do."

Bo Yao stood by the booth, staring down at the crying woman with red nose, letting her lean in his arms, her breathing became heavy.

I don't know how long to keep this position.

She stared at the sleeping woman in her arms, took out the napkin from her hand to wipe the thin sweat on her forehead, and paused for a while.

The dark pupils seemed to have no light projected in, and deep in her heart she couldn't bear to let her lie here, obviously she was about to become someone else's wife, she should turn around and leave.

"I'll take you back first."