After breakfast, the sun shines through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows and shines in the living room like a golden gauze curtain.
She lay lazily on Wen Baijing's slender legs, squinting her eyes and enjoying the moment of tranquility and beauty.
Raising her hand, her fingers were slightly bent, and the sun shone through the gaps between her fingers, shining on her fair and delicate cheeks.
Wen Baijing rubbed her soft face and looked down at her.
"Zhen Zhen."
"Huh?" She raised her head and looked at Wen Baijing with blinking eyes.
The warm sunshine outlines Wen Baijing's handsome outline, and his eyes are filled with warm sunshine.
I wish that time was the warm amber that would freeze this moment forever, and that they would always be by each other's side after thousands of years.
Ye Zhenzhen was a little distracted. Unfortunately, time does not secrete resin, so they could not make amber.
Wen Baijing shook his head, lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
She hooked Wen Baijing's neck with her backhand, her forehead burning hot.
"A new Northwest cuisine restaurant has opened in Yuncheng, let's go together!" Wen Baijing rubbed her hair.
"Why?" Ye Zhenzhen looked at him mischievously, "Is my homesickness about kebabs?"
"I think so!" Wen Baijing pointed out with his index finger. He stopped tangled in the end of her hair and responded with a slight smile.
"You..."
It is a very authentic northwest cuisine restaurant. The decoration is also very ethnic style, with exquisite artistic tapestries, and the twelve muqam played by Aijek. Cheerful and melodious.
Ye Zhenzhen is drinking handmade yogurt. The taste of her hometown takes her through time and space, back to her distant hometown.
"Your white beard has grown out." Wen Baijing smiled slightly and reached out to wipe the milk stains from the corners of her mouth.
Ye Zhenzhen’s eyes were shining, and her heart felt a little more melancholy. Sometimes she would rather Wen Baijing be a bit of a jerk.
"Zhen Zhen, please keep this." Wen Baijing thrust a card into her hand, with a sincere face, "Don't think too much about it, I was just thinking about it, in case you have It's an emergency, or you meet something you like..."
I don't want her not to appreciate it at all.
She had a splitting headache and looked at Wen Baijing blankly, tears suddenly filling her eyes. It turns out that in Wen Baijing's mind, she is no different from those women in the nightclub.
Ye Zhenzhen frowned and squeezed out a few words through her teeth, "Mr. Wen, are you insulting me? Or are you insulting yourself?"
Wen Bai Jing hurriedly explained, "I was worried that you were in trouble and refused to talk to me because of your self-esteem. I just wanted to do something for you..."
"So, Wen always used money to make deals with me "?" Ye Zhenzhen's eyes widened and she tried to hold back her tears.
"Zhen Zhen, you misunderstood. I just want to make it up to you..." Wen Baijing held her hand, "I want to be good to you..."
Dutar's rich piano sound rang in my ears, and the melodious melody brought with it the unique desert sky full of yellow sand and uninhabited desolation, ancient and vicissitudes of life.
"Mr. Wen, my salary is enough to support myself. Thank you for your kindness." Ye Zhenzhen took her hand away from Wen Baijing's palm, she bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyelashes, "Although God did not give me wealth, but we are still spiritually equal."
Their status is not equal and their class is different, but Ye Zhenzhen's feelings should not be measured by money. She didn't understand that Wen Baijing once understood her so well, but now he did things that trampled on her self-esteem.
She actually doesn’t understand herself very well, and her analysis of herself is not profound and thorough, but she hopes that he understands her. It doesn't matter whether others understand or not, she loves him, so she hopes he understands her enough.
At that time, she was too young, her understanding of human nature was too shallow, and she had not yet experienced a puddle of water on a flat ground when it cleared up after a rain.
A man who knows a woman too well will not love her. She didn't understand this simple truth.
"Also, Mr. Wen, why do you want to make up for me? Is it because of guilt? You can't respond to my feelings, so you make up for it with money, is that right?"
Ye Zhenzhen looked at Wen Baijing angrily, with endless disappointment in her heart. She had seen it wrong after all. < /p>
Wen Baijing took her hand and sighed, "Zhenzhen, I really want to be nice to you. Don't say angry words..."
She shook off Wen Bai Jing's hand was filled with emotion, "Mr. Wen, I'm going to be too late to get to work, so I won't have dinner with you."
"Zhen Zhen..."
Avoid With Wen Baijing's hand, she opened the box door, panting and running non-stop. It turns out that everything was fake, and the beauty she thought was just a transaction.
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"Ye Zhenzhen!" Wen Baijing stood up and was about to chase after him.
The waiter came in with the dishes, "Hello..."
The autumn wind whistled past my ears, making bursts of sharp sounds, as if it was about to tear the whole world apart. The wind is like a sharp knife piercing into the heart mercilessly, and with the breathing, the stinging feeling goes deep into the bone marrow.
The pain in my temple felt like a heavy blow, and my heartbeat was so fast that it almost broke through my chest.
Her body began to tremble and she gasped involuntarily. Gastric acid is constantly secreted and rushes up into the throat, causing a strong feeling of nausea. Unable to bear it any longer, she squatted down and covered her eyes tightly with her hands.
Bastard! He was originally a bastard! It's her fault that she's stupid and no one else is to blame.
Ye Zhenzhen was walking on the street like a zombie. She suddenly felt so tired and everything was meaningless.righteous. She never thought of selling her feelings in exchange for benefits, but Wen Baijing materialized her feelings.
It doesn't matter what others think of her, but Wen Baijing can't think of her like this.
Ye Zhenzhen squeezed into the crowd in despair, surrounded by endless laughter.
The phone kept ringing. She picked it up and looked at it, but she couldn't see the call information clearly.
So tired! All she wanted was a good night's sleep. The eyelids became extremely heavy, as if there was a heavy object pressing down on them, and they could no longer open them. The body lost its support and slowly fell down.
She wanted to stay awake, but her consciousness gradually became blurred and her thoughts began to become confused. She seemed to be falling into an endless abyss of darkness.
"Huh..."
"Wake up..."
"Little girl, what's wrong?"
There are many figures in front of you, noisy The sound filled my ears. Many different unfamiliar faces flashed before my eyes.
I don’t know, I don’t know.
"Give way..."
That familiar voice seemed to come from another time and space, ethereal and ethereal.
"Zhen Zhen..."
Wen Baijing pushed through the crowd, squeezed to her side, picked her up while she was lying limp on the ground, and kept calling her anxiously.
"Go away..."
Ye Zhenzhen half-closed her eyes and tried to push him away with all her strength.
The smell of nasal disinfectant made her frown.
"Zhen Zhen..."
She turned her face away stiffly, complex emotions welling up in her heart.
Wen Baijing stood quietly beside her, his face full of worry and concern. He reached out his hand and carefully brushed away a few strands of hair from her forehead.
"Go away, I don't want to see you..." Ye Zhenzhen stretched out her hand to push him, squeezing out an angry scream from her throat.
"Be careful, you're still getting injections..." Wen Baijing pressed down on her anxiety and whispered to comfort her.
"Let's go..." Ye Zhenzhen repeated painfully with tears on her face.
He was really annoyed by her and couldn't bear it anymore. He whispered: "Ye Zhenzhen, have you had enough trouble?"
There was a hint of anger in his voice. The suppressed anger seemed to explode in the next second.
Ye Zhenzhen turned around and looked at Wen Baijing angrily.
The smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air, and they were silent for a long time.
"The dressing has been changed!" The nurse came in with a sling bottle, "Ye Zhenzhen, right?"
"Yes!"
" The little girl looks gentle and quiet, but why is she so hot-tempered? Please talk to her carefully in the future. Losing your temper is not good for your health..." the nurse said softly.