School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 812 Decided to leave
The sour taste in his throat and heart made it hard for him to swallow.

Picking up her hand, gently put it under the nose, smelling deeply, the smell that belongs to her, greedily rubbing the back of her hand with her thin lips.

"If there are no waves, we should get engaged and live together... How happy we would be seeing you laughing and making trouble every day. Maybe you are pregnant with our child."

In his mind, he sketched out a picture of happiness and a longing for fantasy.

The jet-black shattered hair lay quietly on the forehead, and a pair of pitch-black eyes became extremely gentle, and the deep and affectionate gaze quietly flowed out.

"……Ha ha."

Withdrawing from his fantasy, he chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Human calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations, no matter how perfect the calculations are, it is not as good as God's plan.

Turning her head, gentle eyes fell on her peaceful face.

Stretching out his hand, he gently brushed off a strand of hair on her cheek, and the warm palm lingered on her face.

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The next day.

Most July opened a pair of confused eyes early.

Looking at the ceiling, her motionless body revealed a sad breath in her eyes.

Back to reality soberly, those troubles, like a continuous drizzle, patted on her heart, making her suffocate until she couldn't breathe.

Think more...

Have a complete love.

It's a pity that the sky is not as expected, she felt in a trance that God was joking with her and was trying to make things difficult for her.

He struggled to get up from the bed*.

On the sofa, there was a figure lying quietly, which made her heart tighten, and there was an imperceptible distress in her eyes.

Looking at his curled up body, with nothing covered on his body, his body was trembling slightly.

She froze, her eyes turned cruel.

Could it be that he slept here all night?She turned her head to look at the huge bed again, was she sleeping on the sofa because she was afraid that she would get angry?
She walked to the bed, picked up the quilt, and gently, as if she was afraid of waking him up, covered him with the quilt.

Staring at him quietly, with black messy hair, a tall nose, and thin, bloodless lips, there was a sense of vicissitudes and exhaustion in his expression.

Even though he was asleep, he still exuded an air of arrogance.

Think about how noble and proud he was in his life, but he would wrong himself to sleep on a small sofa.

"sorry."

Bitterly, she finally murmured, turned around, put on her shoes and left.

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Carrying a small luggage and a guitar, he walked among the crowded crowd in July.

She didn't know the way, didn't know the direction to go home, she let her feet go and stay at will.

Under the crowded subway.

Wearing a hat, it is intentionally lowered to cover half of his face.

He played the guitar briskly with his fingers, and sang heart-piercing songs, depressing and sad songs, echoing in the subway.

Occasionally, people who passed by in a hurry left loose money for her, some would stay for a while before leaving, and some would leave without even looking at it.

After singing, she packed up her things and left the subway.

It was already late at night outside, and only a lonely street lamp was left to accompany her lonely.

Walking aimlessly on the lonely street, looking for a hotel, she just lived in it.

Sitting in a small space, she took out a photo with a bitter face and a smile.

"Ye Zun..."

Fingertips lightly caressed the person in the photo, moist tears gleamed from the bottom of the clear eyes, watering the ground with sadness.

She is unknown, hurting two men in a row, perhaps, she can only go as far as possible.

(End of this chapter)