737. Love Is the Superstition of the Right Time and Place 2
After opening the room and telling no one to disturb him, he entered the room. The door closed inch by inch behind him, and Huangfu Yao immediately slid to the floor.
The cold floor spreads to the whole body through the skin in contact with the ground, making it a little cold.
Huangfu Yao couldn't help but hugged his shoulders with his hands and sobbed softly. His voice was very small and thin, which seemed particularly abrupt in the slightly quiet room.
After a long time, he raised his head from his knees. His eyes were slightly red, and he slowly stood up holding the door behind him. Huangfu Yao walked slowly. Through the transparent glass, he could clearly see the entire city A, with the traffic passing by.
People coming and going.
Looking in the direction of the hospital, she cried silently.
Is he still angry with himself now?
His heart was twitching slightly, Huangfu Yao's eyes were fixed in that direction, and he refused to look away.
The petite figure looked helpless all over his body.
It’s such a big city, but I don’t know where to go.
You definitely can't go to your brother's place. Let's not talk about it. My brother and Xiaotong have reconciled and are inseparable. Another reason why Huangfu Yao doesn't want to go back to the Mid-level Villa is that after returning, it will be more difficult to see Han Shaoqi next time.
My brother will definitely put him under his nose and let him leave Han Shaoqi.
Hesitant and helpless, scenes from the past rushed through his mind. Huangfu's slender white fingers clenched tightly, and he didn't even notice that they were deeply embedded in his palms.
Either gentle, difficult, or aggrieved expression, or even the child-like cuteness he occasionally showed made me addicted.
I want to stay by his side, join hands with him, watch the prosperity of this world, and face the ups and downs of the future with him.
After all, there was a hint of sarcasm on the slightly pursed lips.
The desolation between the delicate brows is just imaginary, it is a dream, not reality.
The fate between them must have ended here after all.
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In the study room of the mid-level villa filled with the strong fragrance of ink, the handsome-looking Huangfu Lin was raising his eyebrows with a somewhat impatient expression, staring at Ning Xiaotong who was constantly tumbling in his arms.
He scolded in a low voice, "Don't make trouble."
Ning Xiaotong blinked her innocent big eyes, her dark eyes looked dissatisfied at the beautiful and flawless face on her head, and pursed her lips, "You said you wanted to watch TV with me."
On the shiny computer screen, a Korean drama with a complex plot but a cliché is playing, all the same.
Huangfu Lin never liked to watch such long TV series, but today Ning Xiaotong forced him to watch it with her.
Unable to resist her coquettishness, he finally agreed.
But the little man in front of him sometimes had tears in his eyes, and sometimes broke down in tears and burst into laughter. He was so happy that he kept rolling in his arms.
Accidentally, Huangfu Lin felt that his breath was a little disordered.
Some time ago, I only ate her once. These days, she has been thinking of ways to hide from him. Seeing that she is really tired, I thought of letting her go these days.
Trying hard to suppress the burning heat that gradually spread from his lower abdomen, Huangfu Lin pressed Ning Xiaotong into his arms, not allowing her to move.
But after maintaining the same posture for a long time, Ning Xiaotong gave up.
Stretching out her sore arms, legs and feet, Ning Xiaotong was thrashing vigorously. The more he warned her, the more violently she thrashed.
Ning Xiaotong's smart eyes flashed with a hint of cunning. Seeing that something was wrong with Huangfu Lin's clear eyes, she supported Huangfu Lin to expose most of her chest, and with one force, she got off the ground neatly.