Ji Erye's squeamish bag is super cruel

Chapter 582 What do you want me to know?
"I know."

"You don't know, you don't know anything."

Wen Ting put Liu Hongyan on the bed, she sat on the edge of the bed, Wen Ting leaned over to look at her.

Liu Hongyan looked up at him, her small face was mottled with tears, looking a little pitiful.

The look in the black eyes was mixed with some distress, Wen Ting opened his mouth, as if he didn't know what to say, raised his hand to wipe away her tears, his thin lips moved again, and then said: "Yanyan doesn't cry."

Hearing his hoarse voice rang in her ears, and softened his tone to coax her, Liu Hongyan's tears fell more violently, patter patter, and a small piece of wetness spread out on the red dress.

Wen Ting hooked the corners of his lips, with a wry smile, he was greedy again.

He was watching the matter of Xiaomei and Ji Boyan all the way, so he figured out that there are many things that need to be fought for and worked hard by himself.

Otherwise, once you miss it, you may never see each other again. What's more, Ji Boyan and the younger sister have gone through so much, and now they still have to take risks to get rid of Gu Heng, but their hearts are always together, and they are always moving toward moving towards the same goal.

He originally thought about taking this opportunity to meet her, but he didn't expect her to cry like this.

If so, he would rather not see her, even if he is addicted to lovesickness.

His throat moved, and he only felt a little awkward, and there was a buzzing in his ears, and those voices didn't seem to come from himself: "Yanyan, just this time, I will never mention meeting again in the future."

Liu Hongyan looked up at him again, the man's expression seemed a little depressed, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and there seemed to be a lot of reluctance in his dark eyes.

Rubbing her cheeks, Wen Ting's voice was hoarse as if a layer of sand had been sprinkled on her, and he whispered: "Lock the door and have a good rest."

He lowered his eyes and fluttered his eyelashes a few times to cover up the reluctance in his eyes. He didn't dare to look at her again, and turned his head to leave.

Just as he turned around, his arm was pulled by Liu Hongyan. Wen Ting stood where he was, and slowly turned his head to look over. There seemed to be a hint of hope in his eyes.

Liu Hongyan didn't speak, just took his arm, looked up at him, her eyes were red, her face was smudged with a layer of light pink, she looked a little aggrieved.

"Wen Ting, you don't know anything."

Liu Hongyan was probably really a little drunk, without her usual charm and indifference, like a child having a temper tantrum, she said this sentence repeatedly, in a soft voice with a faint cry.

Wen Ting looked at her fixedly, pursed the corners of his lips, his Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, his thin lips moved slightly, and asked in a low voice: "What does Yanyan want me to know?"

Liu Hongyan bit her lip, raised her head to look at him, and there was a layer of mist in her eyes. The mist was more effective than any heavy weapon, and Wen Ting was defeated.

His iron blood, principles, and reason seemed to be insignificant only in front of her.

Sighing lightly, Wen Ting turned around, stretched out his hand to embrace Liu Hongyan into his arms, and coaxed her in a low voice, but repeated those few words over and over again.

He said, "Yanyan, don't cry..."

Liu Hongyan's small face was buried in his arms, her nostrils were filled with the smell of his body, which made her addicted, just like him.

I don't know if it was because of the strength of drinking that he became more courageous, Liu Hongyan said: "Wen Ting, I hate you, do you know that? But I obviously hate you so much, why do you still want to be with me?" Running around in your head?"

"I've clearly thought about it. I want to forget you, but I can't forget..."

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