"Hug... Sorry, I just feel a little cold." Feng Yangyang spoke in a vain and trembled with Gu Zhichuan's cold eyes.

She concealed the unwillingness in her eyes.

She deliberately said that Gu Zhichuan had something from other women in the room, and she was jealous.

It was just a piece of clothing, but he turned cold to her and Feng Yangyang bit his lip.

"Since someone harms you, then go away. I'll give you some money and you can live in another place." Gu Zhichuan said lightly.

Feng Yangyang couldn't believe it, and tears filled his eyes: "Brother Gu, are you driving me away?"

"You should have your own life. If you interact with me again, it will easily lead to misunderstandings." After saying this, Gu Zhichuan found that his heart was relaxed.

Feng Yangyang shook his head and cried: "Brother Gu, don't you know my feelings for you? Can't you give me a chance to try together?"

"Feel sorry."

Feng Yangyang looked at him, cried, and laughed again. After laughing, it was quiet, and tears rolled silently: "I know I am not worthy of you, and I advised myself not to like you. But I can't control it."

"Brother Gu, I can't control myself, I can't control this heart!" Feng Yangyang was heartbroken, covered his chest, and tears fell like rain: "I can't control it, it doesn't listen to me. Brother Gu, it's it that tells me to like you, do you understand?"

Feng Yangyang sobbed and hugged him, crying and begging: "I can't continue to love you for her?"

Gu Zhichuan stood in a daze.

The one on her body was Ruan Ning's heart.

The Yuanshui River flows quietly, and the Ferris wheel is still rotating.

Wen Yanqing returned home, and the little pipa meowed forward.

Wen Yanqing actually knows that he is busy with work and is not suitable for raising cats.

But when he saw Lin Gantang worrying about the place where Little Lihua went, he subconsciously wanted to solve her troubles, so he adopted her.

After a day alone, Wen Yanqing opened a can of cats for it, saw it licking it in small mouth, touching its back, and said, "Wait a little longer, when your mother moves over, the house will not be deserted."

He took off his coat and opened the things Lin Zhaonan gave him.

A pink apron.

Wen Yanqing laughed and hung it into the kitchen.

Wen Yanqing let go of his tie and was about to take a shower. Shi Jun called in.

"Night Music Bar, come and pick me up."

Shi Jun's voice seemed to be hurt. Wen Yanqing realized that something might have happened to Shi Jun. He put on his coat he had just taken off, picked up the car key and went out.

Ye Se is a mess, and Shi Jun rarely goes there. I don’t know why he will be there today.

A few drops of blood were scattered on the ground at the door of the bar. I don’t know who it belonged to. Shi Jun leaned against the exterior wall of the bar, the music inside was shocking, and the outside was extremely deserted.

Wen Yanqing saw a woman standing a few meters away, which looked very much like Qin Jiayao, but her makeup and clothing made people unable to imagine her at all.

He walked forward, and Shi Jun opened his eyes when he heard the movement and reached out to him to help him.

Shi Jun had a shallow and long wound on his right hand, and blood was crumbly. Wen Yanqing helped him get up, and Shi Jun's other leg couldn't use it.

"No need to look, it's broken." Shi Jun's lips turned pale, and the pain made his face tremble slightly.

Wen Yanqing asked him to put his hand on his shoulder to leverage his strength and blamed him: "You should call an ambulance, not me."

"It's better to have a long pain, otherwise I won't remember it." Shi Jun laughed at himself.

"That's Qin Jiayao?" Wen Yanqing asked Shi Jun the man with a fiery red lips and a hot dress in a tight short skirt.
Chapter completed!