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After tidying up briefly and changing into clean clothes, Zhou Luoluo went out with her two friends.

After not going out for a while, Zhou Luoluo felt a little strange when he passed by the community. He followed behind the two and listened quietly to the chat between Fan Jiarong and Chu Ming.

"Luoluo, come here." Fan Jiarong stopped and looked at Zhou Luoluo.

Zhou Luoluo looked up.

Fan Jiarong pulled his friend to his side: "Stand beside us, don't walk behind us."

This scene seemed familiar, Zhou Luoluo was stunned for a moment, and then looked away in a panic.

Fan Jiarong was puzzled.

Zhou Luoluo tightly squeezed the hand that was hanging by his leg, recalling the previous scene uncontrollably in his mind, such words, he heard it when he and Xie Xinghe first met, it was just a habit that he got rid of at that time. Reappeared unknowingly after breaking up.

"Luoluo?"

Fan Jiarong's voice interrupted Zhou Luoluo's thoughts, he raised his head, and the expression on his face looked inexplicably sad.

Fan Jiarong didn't know what his friend thought of again, seeing Zhou Luoluo's appearance, he patted him on the shoulder distressedly.

Zhou Luoluo waved his hand:

[I'm fine, let's go. 】

The three got into the car and drove to the restaurant.

"Luoluo, you will definitely like this restaurant today, I..." Fan Jiarong dragged his friend to the restaurant.

Zhou Luoluo nodded, looking around with an unnatural expression.

Sensing his emotions, Fan Jiarong stretched out his hand to pat Zhou Luohou's back, and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, with Chu Ming and I here, we'll be fine."

While talking, the three walked into the restaurant.

The service boy greeted him enthusiastically with a friendly smile on his face, but Zhou Luoluo still took a small step back and stood behind Fan Jiarong with his shoulders hunched.

Fan Jiarong smiled and responded to the service boy's words, holding Zhou Luoluo's body empty-handed, and Chu Ming on the side also stood in front of Zhou Luoluo. They didn't expect Zhou Luoluo's current situation to be so bad. For a while, Fan Jiarong's face The smile is a little more reluctant.

The three sat down, and Chu Ming handed over a cup of hot water.

【thanks. 】

Zhou Luoluo held the water glass in both hands, and there were no strangers around her, and her tense body slowly relaxed.

Fan Jiarong carefully observed the state of his friend, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and his face unconsciously became a little ugly, but Chu Ming, who was sitting opposite him, gently lifted Fan Jiarong's foot with his foot, and gave him a wink, Fan Jiarong returned Overwhelmed, he adjusted his facial expression, raised the corners of his mouth again, and handed the menu to his friend with a smile.

Zhou Luoluo took the menu and looked at it carefully.

Seeing this, Fan Jiarong quickly took the opportunity to send a message to Chu Ming:

[Luoluo is more autistic than before. ]

Sensing the vibration of the mobile phone, Chu Ming clicked on the conversation, paused, and then replied:

[Perceived. ]

Fan Jiarong was a little anxious:

[What should I do, he finally became more cheerful. ]

[Don't worry, give him some time. ]

Chu Ming comforted:

[Restrain your emotions, don't show it too much, if Luoluo sees it, it will invisibly increase the pressure on him. ]

Fan Jiarong bit his lower lip and said nothing.

When Zhou Luoluo looked up, he saw that both of them were sending messages with their mobile phones. He struggled for a while, and asked in sign language:

【Are you busy? 】

Fan Jiarong waved his hands quickly: "Not busy, not busy."

He smiled and changed the subject: "Have you ordered?"

Zhou Luoluo nodded and handed the menu to Fan Jiarong.

Chu Ming on the side propped his chin with his hand, carefully observed Zhou Luoluo's facial expression, he thought for a moment, and then asked with a smile, "When does Luoluo plan to come to me for class again?"

Zhou Luoluo froze for a moment, then looked up at Chu Ming.

As soon as Chu Ming said this, the most nervous person was Fan Jiarong. He quickly raised his head to look at Chu Ming, and then turned to look at his friend beside him.

Zhou Luoluo didn't respond, she lowered her head and picked her fingers.

Chu Ming had a natural expression, with a smile still on his face, as if he didn't know the purpose of Zhou Luoluo learning to speak, he said in a relaxed tone: "I've given you all the money, it's a pity not to come to class."

Chu Ming thought for a while, and then said, "If you don't want to go out, I can still come to teach, so you don't have to contact others." He didn't persuade Zhou Luoluo to go out, but cooperated with Zhou Luoluo's autistic behavior.

Zhou Luoluo looked up at Chu Ming with a surprised expression.

Seeing that his friend's expression was a little shaken, Fan Jiarong rolled his eyes, and quickly said while the iron was hot: "Yes, Luoluo, you have made this guy make money, so you can't waste the lessons, right?"

He looked straight at Zhou Luoluo with a serious expression: "Some things, some people, pass as soon as they pass." He paused and continued: "But I think you can stick to the class, after all this matter All benefits and no harm."

"Luoluo, you should live for yourself, not for someone else to go to the doctor for treatment. Learning to speak again is also for yourself, what do you think?"

Zhou Luoluo bit her lower lip.

Chu Ming accepted it when he saw it: "No rush, just send me a message when you want to go to class, I'm free anytime."

Zhou Luoluo nodded.

The three chatted for a while, and the waiter brother began to serve the dishes one after another.

The taste of this restaurant is indeed in line with Zhou Luoluo's taste as Fan Jiarong said. He hasn't eaten well for a while. Now that he is accompanied by friends and the food suits his appetite, he feels hungry for a long time.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Fan Jiarong scooped up a bowl of soup and put it in front of Zhou Luoluo, looking at his friend's thin wrist, his heart ached.

Zhou Luoluo nodded and stuffed another mouthful of rice.

"By the way, Luoluo, Dr. Tian contacted me some time ago, asking if I have any news about you." Chu Ming said suddenly.

Hearing this, Zhou Luoluo looked up at him with a slightly embarrassed expression.

A few days ago, Zhou Luoluo completely closed himself off, and Zhou Luoluo didn't reply to anyone's news. It was only after his mood calmed down that Zhou Luoluo put Dr. Tian's matter behind him again. Now when he heard Chu Ming mention it, he remembered that he hadn't Reply to Dr. Tian's message.

Zhou Luoluo looked at Chu Ming, blinked, and gestured:

[Sorry, I will take the initiative to contact Dr. Tian. 】

As for whether to continue the follow-up visit or end the treatment, Zhou Luoluo hadn't decided yet.

Or maybe he couldn't bear to see his friends crying for him anymore, maybe it was the words of Fan Jiarong and Chu Ming that shook his heart, and the decision Zhou Luoluo made when they broke up is now not as firm as before.

"Okay." Chu Ming smiled.

Zhou Luoluo nodded, pulled the corners of his mouth, barely showing a smile, but in the next second, the corners of his mouth froze and remained motionless, and his eyes opened wide unconsciously.

Chu Ming saw his expression changed drastically, and turned his head to look in his direction, and saw a familiar figure.

Naturally, Fan Jiarong also noticed something strange, and immediately after that, his face became extremely ugly.

Not far away, Xie Xinghe was chatting and laughing happily with the man beside him, the two of them got very close, and while talking and laughing, the man stretched out his hand and patted Xie Xinghe's shoulder with a smile, looking intimate and ambiguous.

Zhou Luoluo held the knife and fork tightly in both hands, and his eyes were glued to the familiar figure's back. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his chest heaved up and down rapidly.

Zhou Luoluo couldn't hear what Fan Jiarong said. He only felt a buzzing in his ears. He opened his mouth. Suddenly, a strong discomfort came from his throat. Then, his mouth began to secrete saliva, his stomach began to churn and burn, and his chest began to burn. It started to hurt, like being choked. Under the tremendous pressure, Zhou Luoluo only felt more uncomfortable in his throat, as if something started to surge up out of control.

Zhou Luoluo stood up abruptly, the knife and fork fell on the dining table, making a crisp and loud knocking sound, he raised his hand to cover his mouth, quickly ran to the toilet, and pushed open the door of the cubicle, Zhou Luoluo couldn't bear it any longer Holding back the discomfort in his throat, he opened his mouth wide and vomited out all the food he had just eaten.

When there was nothing to vomit anymore, Zhou Luoluo stood up with limp legs. He walked to the sink, turned on the faucet and rinsed his mouth with clean water to wash away the discomfort in his mouth. When the foreign body sensation in his throat subsided, Zhou Luoluo finally Slowly calming down, just looking up, I saw the man running into the toilet.

The image of Xie Xinghe being intimate with others once again appeared in his mind, the feeling of nausea surged up again, his stomach kept twitching, Zhou Luoluo retched uncontrollably, and his stomach began to churn again.

"Luoluo, are you alright?!" Xie Xinghe stepped forward a few steps, and asked with concern.

Zhou Luoluo ignored him, bowed her head and retched several times.

Xie Xinghe stretched out his hand to lightly stroke Zhou Luoluo's back, trying to comfort him, but he didn't want Zhou Luoluo to turn around, and a loud slap landed on Xie Xinghe's cheek.

Sudden slap, Xie Xinghe didn't react for a while, only felt the burning pain on his face.

Panting, Zhou Luoluo looked at Xie Xinghe with red eyes, turned around and turned on the faucet, vigorously washing the palms of her hands.

Seeing Zhou Luoluo's movements, Xie Xinghe came back to his senses, and pressed his tongue against his cheek. The skin on his face still had some burning pain. He looked at Zhou Luoluo in disbelief: "You hit me?"

Zhou Luoluo pretended not to hear what he said, shook off the water drops from his hand, and planned to turn around and leave.

Xie Xinghe naturally refused to let Zhou Luoluo go, he stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Luoluo's wrist, gritted his teeth: "Zhou Luoluo, you have grown bolder."

Zhou Luoluo wanted to shake off Xie Xinghe's hand, but the other party didn't move, another discomfort came from his throat, and Xie Xinghe's voice rang again in his ear.

"What's wrong with you, why are you vomiting?"

Hearing his concern, Zhou Luoluo didn't hold back the strange feeling in her stomach anymore, and opened her mouth to spit on Xie Xinghe's body.

It doesn't matter if it's a slow response or revenge, Zhou Luoluo vomited up Xie Xinghe's expensive clothes but he didn't feel any guilt or apology in his heart, he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, raised his eyes and looked at Xie Xinghe.

Xie Xinghe froze on the spot and didn't dare to move, his hands stopped in the air, his face was a little ugly, seeing Zhou Luoluo looking at him, he thought that Zhou Luoluo was caring about him, so he quickly said: "I'm fine, you are fine, yes Not feeling well?"

"roll."

A faint voice sounded, the voice was really hoarse and unpleasant, as if it had been severely ground by sand and stones, and the words were a little blurred.

Xie Xinghe couldn't believe the voice he heard just now, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhou Luoluo in shock.

"You... what did you say?" Xie Xinghe stammered and asked.

He clearly heard it clearly, but he couldn't believe it.

I couldn't believe that Zhou Luoluo would speak, and I couldn't believe that the first thing Zhou Luoluo said to herself was "Get out".

Zhou Luoluo didn't want to entangle with him anymore, so she pushed Xie Xinghe away and walked towards the door.

At this moment, Fan Jiarong and Chu Ming also rushed over.

Fan Jiarong looked nervous: "Luoluo!"

He saw Xie Xinghe standing in the toilet, he quickly pulled him to his side, and asked with concern in a low voice: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhou Luoluo shook his head.

[I just saw him feeling sick and wanting to vomit. 】

Fan Jiarong and Chu Ming were stunned at the same time when they saw his movements, they didn't expect Zhou Luoluo to say such sharp words.

"Luoluo, did you speak just now!" Xie Xinghe was a little excited, "I heard you talking just now!"

As soon as these words came out, Fan Jiarong was ecstatic, grabbed his friend and hurriedly asked: "Luoluo, can you talk now?"

Zhou Luoluo nodded, then turned her face away, unwilling to look at Xie Xinghe.

Seeing this, Fan Jiarong pulled his friend and turned to leave.

Xie Xinghe, who was on the side, just wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Chu Ming.

Chu Ming had a smile on his face: "Mr. Xie, you look a bit embarrassed now. Instead of chasing after you, you might as well contact your boyfriend and ask him to send you a new set of clothes as soon as possible." He said slowly After saying this, Fan Jiarong and Zhou Luoluo had long since disappeared.

Xie Xinghe looked down at his clothes and gritted his teeth.

"Then wish Mr. Xie a happy life." Chu Ming said with a smile, turned and left.

Chu Ming caught up with the two people waiting for him at the door, and he was also very happy: "It seems that our previous class was not in vain."

Fan Jiarong nodded, and quickly responded: "Then...Luoluo, let's go back to class, shall we?" He was a little curious: "What did you just say?"

Zhou Luoluo blinked.

The author says:

Zhou Luoluo: If it weren't for the fact that I could barely speak, I would give you Xie Xinghe a set of cursing books