"It's wind blowing..."

This is a simple and dark room, and this is a gorgeous woman.

She was dressed in men's clothes, and her face was full of sorrow under the dim light.

"Oh!" She sighed softly, took off the hat on her head, waved her bare hands, and the hat flew out lazily, and finally landed on a chair.

Just at this moment, three thousand blue hairs fell down, black and shiny, like a waterfall stirring in midnight, dancing with the wind.

The wind became stronger and kept beating the window.

She tightened her clothes.

"It's strange, it's a little cold!"

She stepped forward and was about to close the window. Only then did she realize that outside was already hazy and the lights were dotted.

"It's dark!"

She raised her slender hand, the exquisite watch, its hour hand, pointed at exactly seven o'clock.

Her expression turned dark.

She finally knew why she felt cold in July.

It turns out that it comes from the sadness in my heart.

Only then did she realize that autumn has nothing to do with the romance and the season, just because of the little chill in the tearing.

It was dark, but the person she was waiting for was not here for a long time.

For some reason, she suddenly didn't want to close the window.

She suddenly turned around and sat on a chair.

The tea fragrance lingers, she lifts up the tea cup and sips it lightly, making it tasteless.

Her red lips raised slightly, and a shallow dimples rippled out on her left face.

She is so beautiful, her beauty lies in her charm. Even if she is frowning, the dark room still cannot bear her peerless beauty.

She leaned lazily on the sofa, and she was still waiting for someone to arrive.

"Click!" This is the sound of the lighter.

She lit a cigarette, and a wisp of smoke floated out from her red lips. It seemed to be lost, panicked, and finally hit the ceiling without a trace.

Suddenly, the smell of tobacco in the whole room enveloped the fragrance of tea, and her heart became even heavier.

She suddenly sat up straight and placed the cigarette butt in the ashtray. She turned her slender hands and the cigarette went out.

"It's half past seven!" But her eyes became silent at this time, like the vast dark night, deep and distant.

"You asked me to come, I'm here, where are you?"

She got up, walked to the dining table, looked at the delicious food on the table, and picked up the chopsticks.

"It's cold!" She shook her head slightly, then put it down again.

"Is she not letting you come, or..." She lit a cigarette again and took a deep breath.

"Or, you didn't think about what to do to me?"

She extinguished the cigarette again, "Do you want to kill me?"

"Who wants to kill you? With me here, who dares to kill you?"

At this moment, a powerful voice came, a domineering middle-aged man pushed open the door and walked into the room.

"Brother Hai!" She looked back suddenly.

In the dim lights, those originally dead eyes lit up in an instant! Like millions of stars shining, thousands of charms.

Looking back, I smiled charmingly, but it was just like that.

He came, and the person she was waiting for came after all. With his arrival, the unhappiness and sorrow in her heart disappeared without a trace.

She threw herself into his arms and she hugged him tightly.

"Xiaodie, how long have you been here?" Chen Dinghai stroked her hair and said softly.

"I just came!" She came out of his arms and smiled slightly.

"I'm sorry, I've delayed something and made you worry!" Chen Dinghai stroked her face, then took her hand and came to the dining table.

"Eat!" He laughed, helped her sit down, and personally served a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her.

"The food is cold!" she said leisurely.

"You are here, it's more important than anything else!" Chen Dinghai said seriously.

"It's better to drink a bar!"

Wu Yudie suddenly said, "We have never drunk wine together since we met you."

"There are still a lot of things today, so I can't drink alcohol!" Chen Dinghai shook his head.

"I knew it would be like this!" Wu Yudie murmured, and a look of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

"What did you say?" Chen Dinghai picked up the chopsticks and put them down.

Yudie shook her head and was silent.

Silence is an unconcealable loss, just like this, her mood at this moment.

His not drinking is enough to say everything.

He never drank wine in front of her.

"What do you have to say? Don't be stuck in your heart! Do you think I'm late and have a lot of thoughts?" Chen Dinghai asked again.

"You said you have something to come to me, so just tell me the matter! You will leave after you order!" Wu Yudie said, picking up the wine bottle.

"You can't drink either!" Chen Dinghai grabbed her hand and said.

"If you don't drink, don't you allow me to drink?" Wu Yudie's voice suddenly increased.

"There are a lot of things recently, drinking makes things happen!" Chen Dinghai shook his head, his voice unquestionable.

"I know, why don't you drink in front of me!" She shook his hand and showed a bitter smile.

"Why?" Chen Dinghai raised his eyebrows.

As soon as he came in, he felt something was wrong with her, and she was in a match with Huan'er over and over again.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have a headache.

"You are... holding on, guard against me!" Wu Yudie raised her head and stared at him, saying a word and pausing.

"What did you say?" Chen Dinghai frowned deeply. He had never seen her like this before.

"Isn't it? You can drink whatever you want elsewhere. When you are with me, you don't drink wine. Are you not careful about me?" Wu Yudie said, turning his head aside and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"I knew you would be thinking randomly!" Chen Dinghai stood up, hugged her from behind, and pressed her lips against her earlobe, and let out a light breath, "I don't drink, it's not that I don't believe in you, but that we have been together for a long time since I met you!"

"When the wind has passed during this period, we will find a quiet place and drink no matter how we drink! The most important thing is that you are safe and sound!" He said, directly holding her earlobe.

She snorted softly and wanted to struggle, but at this time, his hand had already climbed into her fullness, and he held it hard, and a touch of red cloud climbed onto her cheeks. She suddenly felt weak all over and leaned in his arms.

Until, his lips left her ears, until its hands stopped rubbing.

She took a breath, trembling voice and said, "Why don't you ask? Last night, I decided without permission and suddenly came out to deal with Wu Zhiyuan and the other two?"

His hands remained on her chest and suddenly froze.

Chen Dinghai said nothing, sat back to his original position, picked up the chopsticks, and ate the food on his own.

"I knew!" Wu Yudie smiled bitterly, "I knew you blamed me!"

"What am I blaming you?" Chen Dinghai said in a deep voice, "Eat! You're thinking too much!"

"Is that?" She came to his eyes, "Wu Zhiyuan, Zhang Yijie, Yu Duoduo, the three of them are thorns in your eyes and thorns in your flesh. You wish you could kill them together, but unfortunately, they all ran away. Don't you blame me?"

"That's because someone saved them!" Chen Dinghai glanced at her, "It has nothing to do with you!"

"If I didn't come forward, it would be nothing if they ran away, but I came forward in person. Everyone knows it has something to do with me. Now the police are staring at me. Don't you blame me?" Wu Yudie continued to ask.

"The reason why you didn't come tonight was to consider whether to kill me to eliminate future troubles, right!"

Her voice gradually became cold, like the wind outside the window, helpless.

"Last night, you were exposed! I thought about killing you!" After a while of silence, Chen Dinghai put down his chopsticks and looked at him.

Wu Yudie's body trembled, and her face turned pale in an instant.

His hand touched her face, "But I can't bear to leave!"

As soon as his words fell, her expression relaxed and two lines of tears burst into her eyes.

"Stop crying, I know that you did that because you wanted to grab Wu Zhiyuan and the others with your own hands. You did this for me. How could I blame you!" He wanted to wipe her tears, but his hands were quickly wet again.

"I said, stop crying!" He shouted softly, held her face, kissed her red lips deeply.

After a long time, after a long time, a red cloud quietly floated across her face.
To be continued...