you pressed to the corner of my lips

A seemingly arrogant and indifferent person needs a clean space when he is vulnerable.

Lin Jie'er can't share the grief she has endured. She has been with her for many years, and Bo Yao will never leave the sadness and pain to others. She is strict and self-disciplined, and she will become stronger in her heart. Be a best friend with her, Too free.

A group of them came to the hotel to check in, and Bo Yao entered the room, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

She thought of something, and took out the phone from her bag. After turning it on, the sound of ding ding ding bombarded her eardrums, and the missed calls at this time kept popping up on the screen.

She stared at the message for a few seconds in a daze.

Opened WeChat and received a message from Fu Xiyu.

【where have you been. 】

[Why did you turn off the phone, and didn't say where to go, let me come to you. 】

Bo Yao's emotions were complicated, and she didn't feel like talking at the moment. When she learned of her father's death, she felt depressed for a moment.

His fingers stayed on Fu Xiyu's WeChat column, he pressed the video call, and beeped several times, but the other party didn't answer.

At this point, it may still be working.

Bo Yan put the phone aside, stepped on the carpet with bare ankles, came to the window and opened the curtains with a bang.

The night scene in Shanghai is full of traffic. In recent years, the development of Pudong has risen like a rocket. The surrounding scenery is becoming more and more beautiful, and the lights are bright and dazzling.

With slender fingers, he unbuttoned the collar of the shirt, revealing the uneven and thin collarbone, and the cool outline was marked with light and shadow.

She was in a rather dull mood, so she took the mobile phone from the table and left the hotel.

In the autumn night in the south, the wind rustled.

The leaves are shrouded in mottled light spots by the moonlight. It is now past 20 o'clock, and the streets are bustling with people and vehicles.

The neon lights illuminate the entire night market, and there are some grandmas dancing in the square on the side of the road.

Bo Yao stopped at a small shop, and it was an old woman looking after the shop.

"Grandma, here is a pack of Yuxi."

The old grandma brought her a pack and put it on the table. She paid by scanning the QR code on WeChat, took it into her pocket and walked out, took out a cigarette from it, lit it and bit it, and pinched a piece of it between her fingers. Good-looking, the mullet hangs loosely, covering a little eyelashes, the red lips gently blow out smoke rings, and the amber pupils are getting deeper and deeper through the moonlight.

The light on the side of the road dimmed a little, she was wearing ear wires, and she looked slender and tall in a white shirt. She weighed the cigarette with her fingertips, and a piece of ashes fell off, and the brows were as obscure as dark clouds.

She was listening to the original song "Going Back", walking alone, and she didn't know where she went, but there was a tram parked in front of her.

Walking to the bridge, the cool breeze blows, and the smoke is extinguished.

She exhaled and turned back.

The phone rang a few times, and when she turned on the screen and saw the name popping up on it, her eyelashes trembled fiercely.

"Hey."

Fu Xiyu breathed lightly and remained silent.

Passers-by's voice came faintly through the receiver: "Is there anyone who is interested in a good-looking girl, she's from somewhere."

Bo Yao tentatively called out, "Xixi?"

"Why didn't you tell me when you went to Shanghai?"

She froze, wondering how to explain.

"I want you to work with peace of mind."

Fu Xiyu twitched the corners of his mouth and sneered: "I found out that I am willing to believe whatever you say. However, I still can't get a word of affirmation from you. You said you would try to love me, but you still count on it." what?"

"Are you doubting me?" Listening to her words, Bo Yao felt that the other party was losing his temper. She was about to come to Shanghai at that time, and she didn't want Fu Xiyu to focus on herself. She still had work to do, so she didn't bother her.

It seems that she made a mistake again.

Fu Xiyu said lightly: "It's not early, I'm tired, so I hang up first.

Bo Yan: ...

There was a busy tone on the phone, and Bo Yan felt very uncomfortable when she heard it. Coupled with the death of her relatives, her emotions fell to the bottom.

His fingers clenched the phone unconsciously, as if a stone was pressing on his heart, heavy and oppressive.

She lowered her eyebrows and walked on the road late at night.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

I always feel that something is not right. Just now at the end of the receiver, the passerby's accent is very similar to a local accent.

The next second, she lifted her eyelashes violently, and dialed a series of numbers on the white mobile phone with her fingers.

Fu Xiyu answered the phone and asked sullenly, "Is there anything else?"

Bao Yao looked around, walked slowly, and asked, "Have you got off work yet?"

Fu Xiyu: "Well, I'm off work."

"Then where do you live tonight?"

"Back to the villa."

The corners of Bo Yao's mouth curled up slightly, and he stopped after taking three steps, and said, "I saw you, Xixi."

Fu Xiyu: "I'm in Suihua."

"The grandma next to you who is dancing in the square has a loud voice. I want to introduce you to a pretty boy. Do you want to go away? I'm worried that you won't be able to bear it."

Fu Xiyu: ...

Bao Yao smiled helplessly, lowered her hand, and followed the voice on the other side to find her. She walked to the opposite side and saw a familiar figure standing under a tree answering the phone. She paused for a few seconds and walked over slowly.

Following the dim light, she carefully looked at the other person's face.

The outline is delicate and cold, the tails of the eyes are slender and lowered, and he is wearing a black coat, with a slender and straight figure.

"Xixi." She called out to her in a calm voice.

Fu Xiyu looked displeased. She didn't expect the voice of the old lady next to her to be too loud. She couldn't understand the words here. How could Bao Yao, a local, not understand the other party's words? She was embarrassed for a while. She didn't know how to explain that she was here. , rubbing the center of his eyebrows.

Bo Yao stood in front of her, and she, who was a little taller, lowered her pitch-black Danfeng eyes and looked at her, "Why are you here? It's such a coincidence to meet you."

Fu Xiyu exhaled, his cheeks flushed slightly, and his lips pursed: "...It's a coincidence, I came out to relax, not to find you."

Bo Yao opened her red phoenix eyes with slender eye tails. She glanced at her red ears and pink lips. She couldn't help smiling and teasing: "Really, is there a good-looking girl who has a date? Do you want her?" I accompany Lennon."