"Really not going back with me?"

He Qingqi handed the suitcase to Lin Fan, pulling Zhuo Zhiwei's sleeves and waving them.

His lips pursed slightly, and his wet eyes began to pretend to be pathetic.

"No."

Zhuo Zhiwei rolled his face, his eyes couldn't hide the joy that spread to the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his lips moved imperceptibly.

It sounds capricious.

It seems to be acting like a baby again, kind of cute.

Wang Qiyu blinked sluggishly, his eyes were slightly startled, feeling dizzy.

She subconsciously raised her hand to cover her heart, as if she had been hit by something.

It's too foul...

Such an unattainable face turned out to be acting like a baby.

She took a deep breath and looked in the direction of He Qingqi, showing the old mother's smile.

Zai Zai, I am optimistic about you.

"Qiqi?" Cheng Yi tilted her head suspiciously and pulled the corner of her clothes.

"what are you laughing at?"

Wang Qiyu quickly reduced the kind smile, raised his hand into a fist and placed it beside his mouth, and cleared his throat solemnly: "It's okay."

Cheng Yi was even more puzzled, but the always obedient, she didn't continue to ask, just blinked her big eyes: "...oh."

"Is it really not?" He Qingqi persevered.

Zhuo Zhiwei ignored her anymore, but the little ears covered by the hair turned red.

He bit his lip lightly and pinched his fingertips.

Although every time she heard He Qingqi's request, she couldn't help but bang in her heart, jumping for joy.

But she was still...a little timid, facing the parents of her girlfriend or something.

They have just begun to fall in love. Even though she knows that she is going to spend a lifetime with He Qingqi, her family doesn't know. Will they be upset and feel that she is casual?

Zhuo Zhiwei knew that they were very good people, but because she cherished He Qingqi too much, she was still reluctant to gamble.

She set a goal for herself.

one year later.

At that time, she must take He Qingqi's hand and walk to her family.

I am her girlfriend.

Just thinking about this situation, Zhuo Zhiwei's heart couldn't help jumping twice, and the corners of his eyes were bent.

He Qingqi also saw that she was serious, not out of shyness or anything beside her, he sighed regretfully, and didn't force it anymore.

Last night, her grandma called her and said that she hadn't seen her for too long and asked her to take the opportunity of this work to go home and live for one day.

Grandma's kind voice made her feel sour and astringent. Recalling the sorrow of attending Grandpa Liu's funeral that day, she responded with a heavy heart.

"Then you have to take good care of yourself." He Qingqi said earnestly.

Tao Jinghan, who has never been named in the Big Triangle, finally couldn't listen.

"It's okay." She separated the two of them disgustingly: "One day! You two will be separated for one day! Just one day you know?"

Tao Jinghan stared, and raised his index finger in front of the two of them to disagree.

"Weiwei." He Qingqi pretended to be aggrieved, and stretched his arms to grab Zhuo Zhiwei's clothes corner.

He Xiaoshi is hers. Where can others be bullied?

Zhuo Zhiwei held her hand with a face-saving backhand, and leaned over, snuggled in He Qingqi's arms and hugged her waist tightly, still not forgetting to stare at Tao Jinghan with a vigilant look.

He Qingqi wrapped her shoulders and stared at her with her mouth flat.

Tao Jinghan: "..."

Do single dogs have no human rights?

But within a few seconds, she was happy again, even a little gloating.

Seeing He Qingqi reluctantly waved his hand at Zhuo Zhiwei and got into Lin Fan's car.

It was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and the weather had cooled down. He Qingqi, in short-sleeved shorts, shivered slightly and closed the window.

"It's a bit cold now." Lin Fan glanced at the rearview mirror and smiled.

"Yes." He Qingqi hugged his arms and rubbed them twice: "My arms are all cold."

As a qualified life assistant, Lin Fan turned on the air conditioner thoughtfully, thought for two seconds, and pointed to the back: "I remember the windbreaker you wore last year is in the car, and it can block your legs."

Through the rearview mirror, Lin Fan glanced at He Qingqi's pale thighs exposed to the air.

"You look for it, it should be behind you."

"It's okay, no trouble." He Qingqi was too lazy to move, leaning on the window, without lifting his eyelids, he yawned.

Slowly closing his eyes: "Anyway, I will enter the house when I get out of the car. It takes a few steps."

Listening to her saying that, Lin Fan didn't force it anymore.

The sky is big, the boss is the biggest.

Getting closer to home, He Qingqi opened a gap with sleepy eyes, but inadvertently caught a figure at the door, opened his eyes instantly, his sleepiness disappeared, and frowned.

Open the car door.

"Fang Xuanyao?"

He Qingqi asked a little bit incredulously: "Why are you here?"

A familiar voice rang in her ears, Fang Xuan fell into a dream, her eyes filled with surprises, and her pupils spread a little.

I couldn't wait to turn around, but I touched that person's defensive eyes.

Later, I realized that the man's tone was very impulsive, as if he came to ask the teacher for a crime.

They are no longer what they used to be.

Suddenly, it seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water, and the whole body became cold.

Fang Xuanyao shivered, startled, her eyes a little lost.

She barely evoked a smile that wasn't pretty: "Xiqi."

"Don't call me that." He Qingqi reiterated again, frowning tighter.

I was getting goose bumps all over, and I always felt like meeting this person... as if betraying Zhuo Zhiwei.

Thinking of this possibility, He Qingqi felt guilty.

But in a blink of an eye, it was not that she took the initiative to make an appointment, and her waist became hard again.

Lin Fan found the beige windbreaker in time, handed it to He Qingqi, and whispered: "Qingqi, I'm leaving first, and I will pick you up tomorrow morning."

He Qingqi nodded, but his gaze was always on Fang Xuanyao, and he looked calmly while guarding.

She seems...has changed a lot.

People are darker, thinner, and their temperament has settled down. Compared with the reunion of this life, there is no trace of panic and sorrow, as if they have found a new direction in life.

What is it?

He Qingqi thought warily.

Shouldn’t it be bad again...

"I'm sorry." Fang Xuanyao suddenly lowered her head.

He Qingqi was a little dazed: "Wh...what?"

Sorry what?

Is it for her to live there, or is it a matter of a previous life?

He Qingqi's eyes gradually cooled, and his thin lips pressed into a straight line: "If you are talking about me, I will accept it."

Fang Xuanyao bit her lip and chuckled sadly, but said nothing. She didn't even have the qualifications to apologize, didn't she know it long ago?

"Why are you here?" He Qingqi asked again.

"Aren't you abroad?"

So she knew...

Fang Xuanyao suddenly raised her head to look at her, her eyes inevitably entrained a little joy: "Xiu...how do you know?"

Suddenly her eyes darkened again, and she sneered slightly. It turned out that she would have such a humble day.

My heart couldn't help but started to ache, in order to be treated like this to He Qingqi for ten years.

I am sorry.

She repeated it again in the bottom of her heart, even if that person did not accept it, she would say it.

"Listen to what Chai Xu said." He Qingqi said nothing.

Fang Xuanyao could hear that she really didn't care, she didn't feel much entanglement, but her heart murmured in protest, it was a little bit painful.

"I... I will look at you again when I return home, and I will leave tomorrow."

At the end, I added another sentence: "I will never come back again."

Hearing this, He Qingqi raised his eyes suddenly, a little shocked: "No more...no more..."

She couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment, and she took a few more breaths, her eyes widened slightly.

She was a little empty in her heart, as heavy as a drop, but she felt it was a good thing.

Being old and dead is probably the most perfect ending to this relationship, and it is also the most precious gift to each other.

She knew this very well, and the resentment and hatred towards her eventually concealed the friendship they grew up with and prevailed.

He Qingqi was silent for a moment: "... a good journey."

"Thank you." Fang Xuanyao smiled relievedly.

She caught the sluggishness in that person's eyes, even if it had nothing to do with love, it was still enough to make her feel happy.

"I want to see Grandpa and them." Fang Xuanyao said suddenly.

With a little pleading in his eyes, he stared at He Qingqi closely: "It's the last time."

He Qingqi pulled down his clothes and turned his head: "If they want."

Fang Xuanyao focused heavily, and said solemnly, "Thank you."

She has been standing here every afternoon during the past few days when she returned to China, and today is the fifth day.

No one did not see her and waited for five days, just to meet each other. If He Qingqi's mood were not considered, the three men in the house would definitely feel soft-hearted.

Fang Xuanyao thought with great certainty.

as predicted.

Not long after He Qingqi entered, He Qingzhou opened the door with his eyes down.

"come in."

Fang Xuanyao's eyes flashed brightly, and in a blink of an eye, another layer of mist was covered, and she let out a choked "um", full of joy.

He Qingqi didn't know what Fang Xuanyao had chatted with them.

It's nothing more than clichés that apologize for mistakes.

She didn't bother to listen.

Just lying on my bed and chatting with my girlfriend.

I don't know how long it took, when the door of her room was knocked gently, with gentle movements.

He Qingqi was stunned and moved his hands for a while.

The moment that person knocked on the door, she knew who it was.

Should I open the door?

Just saying goodbye...

And Fang Xuanyao should die later, she wanted to ask her what happened after her death in her previous life.

Dad, brother, grandma, how are they?

And... Zhuo Zhiwei.

Is she happy? Have you eaten well, sleep well, take care of yourself...

He Qingqi's eyes flickered, and his heart couldn't help but feel sour.

Licking his lips, his eyes fell on the screen of the mobile phone that was on, plucking up his courage.

He Qingqi: Wei Wei

Weiwei: Huh?

He Qingqi: Let me tell you something

Weiwei: You said.

He Qingqi: Fang Xuanyao is at my door

There was no sound over there for a moment.

He Qingqi was very nervous, and after a short time there was a call from his mobile phone, the number was very familiar, and He Qingqi answered it in seconds.

"She went to your house?" Zhuo Zhiwei's voice was cold, and he asked the teacher when he came up, with a slight irritation.

He Qingqi touched her nose awkwardly, and explained: "She recently went to Africa as a volunteer, and she told me that she would never come back again."

"I didn't meet her on purpose." He Qingqi whispered, inexplicably guilty.

Zhuo Zhiwei controlled the vinegar smell that was so full that it was about to overflow, reluctantly slowed his mind, and asked with his remaining reason: "So she came to say goodbye?"

He Qingqi listened and affirmed:

"Yes, she is still knocking on my door."

"I heard it." Zhuo Zhiwei said.

He Qingqi was a little flustered, and hurriedly said to please: "But I am your private property now, so please give me your instructions, do I want to open the door?"

Zhuo Zhiwei was silent for a moment: "Go on."

"Really?" He Qingqi asked with some disbelief.

"Really." Zhuo Zhiwei increased his tone: "It's just goodbye."

He Qingqi never thought that it would go so smoothly. Based on his knowledge of Zhuo Zhiwei these days, he thought she would hang up her phone at least once.

The heart was filled with sweetness. Suddenly I felt that Zhuo Zhiwei was really kind to her. He gave a heavy "um", and kissed him through the microphone: "Weiwei, you are so kind!"

Zhuo Zhiwei raised his hand to cover his ears subconsciously. The roots of his ears were hot, and his heart jumped twice. Then he joked with her a few more times.

When the other side hung up the phone and looked at the void in a daze for a long time, then he gave a chuckle:

"What, it sounds so nice, don't you want to open the door yourself?"

He shook his head, his smile faded away, and his lips pressed into a straight line.

Although I knew they were just saying goodbye, I was still...a bit blocked.

It seems that her willfulness hasn't reached home yet.

Zhuo Zhiwei squeezed the phone tightly and frowned.

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