Cold Ex-husband So Clingy

"OK, just look, who is afraid of who!" Jiang Shumo still agreed to Jiang Shuman's conditions. Unexpectedly, Jiang Shuman is waiting for him for this.

Sure enough, after several rounds of playing, Jiang Shuman still won Jiang Shumo. Jiang Shuman shouted happily, as if she were two people with the quiet and elegant she used to be.

But when I come out to drink, I just want to be open. Xia V doesn't care about those. I want to see the photos of Jiang Shumo wearing a skirt when he was a child. Jiang Shuman had already seen the embarrassment of Xia v. and deliberately set up such a bureau to coax her to be happy.

Jiang Shumo lies down on the table of the bar and takes out his mobile phone from his pocket reluctantly.

Jiang Shuman took the phone and unlocked it skillfully. Open the album and find the photo. While laughing, he handed the mobile phone to Xia v.

Xia V took the mobile phone and there were two lovely dolls on the mobile phone screen. As like as two peas, they were wearing the same dress, a sweet and sweet, and at first glance they knew Dyanshuman. The other looks slightly delicate, but shows a trace of masculinity. Probably wearing a girl's skirt, the little boy in the picture is crying and slapping his face at the moment. In this way, the picture has become the most unforgettable memory in Jiang Shuman's memory.

"This boy, no matter what his parents bought for me, he always wanted the same. That time, my mother bought me a beautiful skirt, and he even asked for the same one. My mother couldn't beat him, so she bought it for him. Who knows, he was laughed at by other children on the first day of wearing it. Later, he didn't want to buy the same thing with me. This is the last time he wore a skirt. Isn't it particularly cute? " Jiang Shuman smiled and told the previous story to Xia. Real friends are always willing to share every moment of their life.

Jiang Shumo is still lying on the table and refuses to get up. Even the photos in skirts are seen by Xia Fu. He feels that he has no face to speak of.

Jiang Shuman looked at the shy Jiang Shumo and only felt funny. He patted Jiang Shumo on the shoulder. "What are you doing? You're not shy. I see you dare to blow in front of me in the future!"

Jiang Shumo suddenly raised his head, a beautiful face blushing with shame. Rao is drunk and will not be red to this extent“ Sister, I will never play games with you again! " Jiang Shumo said angrily.

But it attracted another burst of laughter from Xia v. and Jiang Shuman. Such Jiang Shumo is too cute and funny. Xia Fu smiled, as if all the embarrassing atmosphere had disappeared.

"Well, it's getting late. Let's go back." Xia V looked at the time. It was past zero. If he didn't go back, Fu Ningyan would be worried.

"OK, let's go." Jiang Shuman's brother and sister also agreed with Xia V's proposal. At the moment, there are many people in the bar, but they are not the kind of coffee to play until dawn.

As all three had drunk, it was impossible to drive. Xia V suggested that three people walk home, and Jiang Shuman's sister and brother readily agreed.

H city is not big, and the bar is in the center of the city. It's very close to their homes. Walking back is like waking up.

The three people strolled in the middle of the night, and the street lights lengthened their shadows quietly. Now there are no pedestrians on the road, and occasionally only a stray cat walks quietly. It was quiet all around, and the moonlight sprinkled on the ground added a trace of peace to the atmosphere.

The three people walked along, and suddenly everyone stopped talking. In this atmosphere, not talking is more aesthetic.

Jiang Shumo glanced at Xia from time to time for fear that she would drink too much and walk unsteadily. But Xia Fu's wine strength had already passed, and he also woke up, but he seemed particularly sober.

Besides, Jiang Shuman didn't want to see it. Just like the beautiful moonlight at night, it is more beautiful not to break it.

Soon Xia v. came home, and Jiang Shumo's sister and brother recruited a taxi home. That's all for the party.

When Xia V got home, Fu Ningyan hadn't slept yet. He had been waiting for Xia V in the living room. When I opened the door, I heard the smell of wine on Xia Fu. So fu Ningyan grabbed Xia Fu and took her to the bathroom.

"Why are you drinking?" Fu Ningyan asked Xia Fu faintly. He didn't object to Xia Fu going out to drink, but he was still a little worried about these two girls drinking outside.

The sight fell on the upper right of Xia V, and the ferocious scar seemed to silently describe what happened that night. Fu Ningyan painfully picked up Xia Fu's right hand and gently kissed the scars, which hurt Xia Fu's hand, but it was in Fu Ningyan's heart.

"Just now in the bar, a girl was playing the violin, which sounded so good. Just like when I was young... "Xia V murmured and talked about the little girl I saw in the bar.

Xia Fu noticed the little girl when she was drinking. Her face was green and astringent. She looked seventeen or eighteen years old. The posture of playing the piano and the expression on her face seemed to let her see herself when she was young.

"Xia V, don't worry. I must find a doctor who can cure you. You can also pick up the cello again and continue to shine! " Fu Ningyan felt heartache when he heard Xia Fu's words. He knew that Xia Fu's injury was a depression in his heart. Only by healing her injury can Xia Fu recover completely.

Sometimes when she looks at Xia Fu, her eyes will always be inexplicably dark. Sometimes she will sit by the window and stare at the pedestrians in a daze. Sometimes she will look at her right hand and be silent. Fu Ningyan had a panoramic view of all these, and that disappointment was what he wanted to see.

"Ah Yan, actually, I'm very satisfied now. I found you, I'm enough. I know people can't be too greedy, so I don't care if my hand can be cured. " Xia Fu shook her head. She knew the situation of her hand. Xia Zhichuan took her to countless unknown Jianghu doctors in name and tried every method.

Now with Fu Ningyan by her side, her florist business is booming. What's not enough. Just take the cello as a beautiful dream and put it in the bottom of my heart. It's enough to take it out and think about it occasionally.

Xia V gradually closed his eyes, and the power of alcohol has not completely disappeared.

Fu Ningyan no longer spoke, but gently cleaned Xia Fu's body. He took her to bed and let her have a good rest.

Fu Ningyan covered Xia Fu's quilt and quietly walked out of the room. He is more regretful than Xia Fu. If he can't cure Xia Fu's hand in his lifetime, he can't let go.

Fu Ningyan went out of the bedroom, sat by the windowsill and lit a cigarette quietly. Xia V seldom smoked when he was at home, but he was depressed at this moment. Fu Ningyan only relied on cigarettes to relieve his depression. He quietly looked at the moon outside the window. Fu Ningyan fell into meditation.