After awakening, I went to the peak of my life

Chapter 151 Pain

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Yaoyao reminded Han Qiao in a daze.

"Aren't you following the career line? How can you be so cowardly?"

Han Qiao said confidently, "I cherish my life!"

Yaoyao, "..."

Fu Yuyao looked at Han Qiao with a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

As the cold wind blew, Han Qiao felt that not only her whole body was cold, but her little heart was even colder.

When Han Qiao regained consciousness, Fu Yuyao had already grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the neighborhood.

Han Qiao followed behind him in a daze.

His pace was not too fast, and he pulled her all the way, like holding a child.

Han Qiao lowered her head subconsciously, and watched the slender hand tightly holding her wrist. His palm was cold, and the temperature on the wrist gradually passed to him.

Xu was having a brain twitch, and Han Qiao asked again, "Are you cold?"

In this cold wind blowing night, he looked extraordinarily thin.

The corners of Fu Yuyao's mouth rose.

"Caring about me? Aren't you afraid of me?"

Speaking of it, he seemed to be dreaming, and suddenly remembered the first time he and Han Qiao met in Hengdian, that was their first meeting.

As soon as she saw him, she ran away like a mouse seeing a cat.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would forget this memory?
It was as if the memory had been selectively deleted suddenly.

Fortunately, now, he clearly remembers what happened back then, and what she did later to make him bore her.

The little trick was exposed at a glance.

This time, he will definitely not forget again.

Although he didn't know why he would forget it and suddenly remembered it, but he was always sensitive, so he would choose to pretend that he didn't remember the encounter in Hengdian, she ran away...

Han Qiao didn't understand the true meaning of Fu Yuyao's words.

She retorted, "Since when have I been afraid of you?"

Fu Yuyao smiled, "Well, you're not afraid of me. Sister Aqiao likes me so much, why are you afraid of me?"

"...Who is your sister! Don't talk nonsense!" Han Qiao's heart tightened, and she felt a little headache. Why did she bring up the topic of her sister again?

Is Fu Yuyao's thoughts jumping like this?

It's... a real headache.

Fu Yuyao was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered, "Oh! Scumbag."

Han Qiao, "...?" Who is the scumbag?

I am innocent, who am I to be a scumbag?

Fu Yuyao added, "When you're happy, call me brother Yuyao, and when you're unhappy, call me classmate Fu. What are you, a scumbag?"

As the words fell, Han Qiao was so angry that she struggled to shake off Fu Yuyao's hand.

When you called me a scumbag, you were still holding my wrist!
You should let go!
Neuropathy!
She didn't even know how Fu Yuyao transferred to this topic.

"..." But her intuition told her that this topic should not be discussed further, and it would be better to keep a distance from him as soon as possible.

Fu Yuyao squinted his eyes, not only did not let go of Han Qiao, but clenched it even tighter.

Han Qiao suddenly felt powerless.

She stood where she was, staring at Fu Yuyao, and confronted him silently.

After half a minute, Han Qiao whispered, "It hurts."

"..." Fu Yuyao paused for a moment, then looked down at the wrist that was being held by him, because of the struggle, the delicate skin on her wrist was already red.

He slowed down without thinking.

However, at this moment, the palm, which was originally not warm, seemed to be scalded suddenly.

In just a split second, Fu Yuyao hurriedly withdrew his hand, and without looking at Han Qiao, he hurried upstairs from behind.

(End of this chapter)