Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"Song Ci, don't go too far." Her tone became slightly cold.

The beautiful eyebrows looked a little cold under the moonlight.

He could see that she was really angry, but who could talk about his heartache, grievance, and uncomfortableness!

"He is so important to you?"

Song Ci's eyes were red and his voice was slightly hoarse. He glanced at the screen of the mobile phone that was on. "Brother? Do you note your brother? When I was with me, I didn't even want to call my eldest brother."

Ruan Xihe remained silent and did not speak. At the beginning, he was young and did whatever he wanted regardless of the consequences. Although he is now doing what he wants, the finishing touches are better than before.

He will be unwilling and uncomfortable, she knows everything, but isn't time a good medicine? No matter how good the relationship is, it's just the beginning, they can't go back!

"Song Ci, don't make it difficult for me, I have a boyfriend."

After all, he returned the phone to Ruan Xihe, got up and walked outside, before going out, he held the doorknob with his fingers, stopped, and turned to look at her: "You will always owe me an explanation."

"Boom."

The door was closed.

The whole wall trembled slightly.

Song Ci leaned against the door panel and looked up vigorously.

Hold back all the sparkling things inside.

The dim corridor lamp stretched the man's shadow slightly, always appearing too thin.

......

Sister Wen walked out after hearing the sound of closing the door.

Slippers tapped.

Ruan Xihe hung up the phone of He Nanxian, only to say that he was a little sleepy and wanted to sleep first.

The phone with a black screen was buckled upside down on the leisure console.

Wenchoyi poured two glasses of whiskey with ice, and put one in front of her.

Ruan Xihe picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The wine was really strong.

"This is an old lover, right."

"Yeah." She replied softly.

"The romantic debts incurred when I was young and frivolous." Wen Queyi joked.

"Hey, it's all over." Ruan Xihe curled his lips and drank the wine in the glass.

"Okay, rest early. We will go back tomorrow. I didn't sleep well on the road." Wen Cheyi put the wine glass on the table and got up.

"good."

......

Ruan Xihe went back to the house and took a shower. When he came out, he found a few strands of elongated rain on the window.

She went to the window and looked down.

This is the second floor, it's really not high, the silhouette of the man sitting on the flowerbed smoking is very familiar.

Ruan Xihe suddenly remembered that when the orphanage was on fire, she was busy with the dean's mother. Knowing that the mobile phone in her pocket vibrated several times, she didn't look at it.

Until the back, when everyone was going to rest, she saw a teenager sitting on the stone pier at the entrance of the orphanage in the corridor.

It is false to say that it is not moved, it will be small, but it is more sincere than it is now.

She quickly took out her phone to reply.

The boy knew that she was all right, so he left.

Song Ci has a knife-mouthed tofu heart. Often times, he doesn't do things according to the rules, but he is really happy to be with him.

At this moment, it is very strange.

The two pictures seem to overlap.

The scarlet cigarette **** disappeared from time to time, and she looked awkward at Song Ci.

It's in the past.

She gently pulled the curtain back.

Song Ci looked up with feeling, he didn't know what he was expecting, he always thought in his heart, maybe she would be reluctant to bear with himself because the relationship was so good at the beginning? Maybe she will have emotional ups and downs when she sees that she is sad?

but.

There is no graceful figure standing in front of the window, no affectionate eyes staring attentively, no reluctance to talk, no reluctance, as if I was wishful thinking from beginning to end.

The rain is getting bigger.

It's a bit like the day the two broke up.

When he got down in a hurry, Song Ci couldn't even light his cigarette.

The rain dampened his whole person, and the emotions he held in his heart came out with the rain that slid across his cheeks, so Song Ci would not let others see his fragility.

"Hold an umbrella." A female voice sounded.

Song Ci suddenly looked up.

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