fatal attraction

It was already noon when Ying Zhao woke up, the curtains in the room were not drawn properly, and the setting sun came in through the gap. She sat up and touched it in a daze.

The door was half opened, as if he heard some movement, the king moved over slowly.

Ying Zhao took a look and couldn't help laughing.

The lame little dog was wearing a dog sailor suit and carried a letter on his back.

She bent down and reached out to touch the king's dog's head, pinched his ears, and when she picked up the envelope to open it, she saw four words written on the back.

You are not allowed to laugh.

Ying Zhao: "..."

Well, she doesn't smile.

There was a piece of letter paper inside, the handwriting on the paper was scrawled, and there were some black lumps, it could be seen that the person who wrote it was not in a good mood at the moment.

Yes, her fault.

In fact, she hasn't recovered yet. After Kong Yitang left, she went back and told Xiao Wenqi about Qiao Hanyin.The staff in the hall went to work the next morning, and the corpses who died at the scene did not have any identification. Although the blood was mutilated, they could still recognize a little bit of appearance.

Xiao Wenqi felt bored when he saw it.

After all, I have seen the other party look alive and kicking, and suddenly lay there without energy, saying that it is not uncomfortable, how could it be possible.

She subconsciously looked at Ying Zhao, and it was not difficult to guess who he was with during that time.

His lips were parted for a long time, but in the end he still couldn't speak any bullshit, so he could only sigh heavily.

Having known each other for so many years, Xiao Wenqi also vaguely sensed that something had happened, but she didn't say anything. Anyway, Ying Zhao and the others have already solved it by themselves, and it's still so miserable.

It was a joy to say that this stinky girl was so bad before, but she was really dead, and she was speechless, with chest tightness and shortness of breath.

People's hearts are fleshy, no matter how unfeeling they are, they don't know how to shave off fate and entanglement one by one.

In the end, she settled the matter, "I can take care of it in general. Let the one in your family call someone to come over and help me. I'm almost sleepy. Let's go back and have a rest first."

A bunch of unclear things.

Ying Zhao arrived home after nine o'clock.

She first went to the bedroom to look at Kong Yitang before going to wash up.Kong Yitang changed into pajama pants, his shirt was still a shirt, it was wrinkled, and he sat with his back on the cushion, frowned and closed his eyes, looking very unsteady.

When Ying Zhao knelt by the bed to change the other party's pajamas, she heard her muttering about being angry, chattering, or humming.

She felt sore in her heart, and stretched out her hand to touch the curly bangs on the other's forehead, blaming herself on the one hand, but helpless on the other hand.

I thought I was getting along well, but in fact, this relationship was still stumbling.

It's too difficult to go smoothly, even if you know what you want to do at a certain point is correct and perfect, but you still can't do it.

When changing Kong Yitang's pajamas, she saw that he had changed into a new necklace.

A ring, hollowed out with two intertwined letters, is her initials.

After changing into her pajamas, she wanted to go out to take a bath, but Kong Yitang's little finger caught the corner of the clothes. She looked over and saw a pair of hazy eyes looking at her, which seemed to be a little bit bright, and called out her heart.

darling.

Ying Zhao smiled.

I still feel flattered when I wake up thinking about it.

After going out the door, there was no one in the living room. She looked up at the attic and found that there was still light on it, probably because the curtain was not drawn properly.

The envelope said, "You have to explain it to me, or I won't be talking to you for a week."

Ying Zhao rubbed her hair, walked up to the attic, opened the curtain and found a person inside.

Mr. Tang was lying on the carpet, looking at the computer as if he was processing documents.On the small table on one side was a fruit plate with a few corners missing.

She didn't turn her head when she heard the movement, and went to get the stick on the fruit with her backhand.

Ying Zhao stretched out his hand and handed it over.

Kong Yitang turned to look at her sideways, didn't speak, and turned to look at her documents again.

Ying Zhao just sat and watched her.

Her hair was brushed just now and it doesn't look so messy.The window of the attic was open, and the setting sun was outside, and the afterglow shone in, as if it had coated her with a layer of golden light.

"Where do you want me to start?"

Ying Zhao hugged her knees, leaned over to Kong Yitang who was in the office, and asked.

Kong Yitang stopped typing, pinched Ying Zhao's chin with his fingers, did not speak, and finally let go, took out his mobile phone, typed two words and handed it to Ying Zhao.

casual.

This is very casual.

Ying Zhao touched the reddened chin pinched by Kong Yitang, chuckled to himself, and said, "I'm sorry, I went too far yesterday."

Unlike Kong Yitang, Ying Zhao actually apologized quite a lot. In the past, when he was running around, he had to bow and apologize, bend at [-] degrees, and speak respectfully.

But she said she was apologetic, but whether she really meant it, which one was real and which one was a joke, she knew very well in her heart.

She also knows how to use some tone to express my apology 100% or even hundreds of percent.

But in front of Kong Yitang, she didn't want to try these little tricks.

Her apology is genuine.

Pushing each other away at a time like that puts up a high wall, violating what they agreed to do in the first place.

"It happened so suddenly."

She closed her eyes, seeing the bloody face again, and finally took a deep breath, "Qiao Hanyin is gone."

She found that she couldn't say the word dead.

"I'm sorry, Yitang, sometimes I feel that my mental quality is pretty good, but when the time comes, I realize that's it, and I'm crushed all of a sudden."

Qiao Hanyin really opened up everything about her completely, using blood to force her to remember, to go deep, to reflect.

But at least it hasn't crashed yet.

It's just that the lacrimal glands collapsed completely, and they even pretended to be stuffed with chest tightness, stuffed in their chests, and choked up in their throats.

"So she knew everything," Ying Zhao patted his forehead with his hand, with a wry smile on his mouth, Kong Yitang pretended to be looking at the computer, but clenched his fist in one hand, luckily the nails were cut short enough, otherwise the palm would probably be pierced.

"It's too bad, she knows that I like her, but she still wants to torture me for fun, obviously what kind of relationship this is, but she has to be described as disgusting.

Crying and fussing, and regretting, saying that he cares about me. "

Ying Zhao took a deep breath, "Yitang, I don't know how to deal with the previous period in other people's relationship to be perfect. I admit that I have a feeling for her that transcends family affection, but it's over, but apart from that In addition, there is a symbiotic... how can I describe it accurately?..."

"It's just that sometimes when I think about my past, or when someone asks me what happened when I was a child or when I was a teenager, there is no way to avoid it. The association of common memories will think of her. This is too tricky. If possible, I hope I can pick it up. Drop everything about Qiao Hanyin, but what if again."

"There is no way."

Kong Yitang still didn't speak, she was lying on the floor in her pajamas, there was a bookcase on the wall, there was a projector, and there was a string hanging on one side, and there was a photo of her and Ying Zhao.

She understood what Ying Zhao said.

During that time without her participation, no matter how many years have passed, Ying Zhao can't remember that person's appearance, but there is always such a vague figure in his memory.

She minded, minded to death, but there was nothing she could do.

I mentioned to Chai Ying cryptically before that Ms. Chai was a bit distressed. She has a lot of love experience, but she also sighed, "If you like it very much, if you can't choose between caring about your ex and letting go of him, then I might not I will choose to let go.”

"After all, if someone I like so much, the other person knows that I like him, he must also blame myself for being bothered by such a thing. So this is something that can't be helped? If the other person's past is blank, it doesn't mean that I can't I like it now."

Ying Zhao's expression was very distressed, and she would never know that her distress contained a hint of sadness, and it was a bit like the last breath of life in a building that was about to collapse.

People have to look sideways.

"I didn't expect her to make such a decision."

After Ying Zhao finished speaking, she lowered her head while hugging her knees.

She had lost a lot of weight during this period, and Kong Yitang hadn't seen her for a few days, and this feeling became even stronger.

It always feels like a thin piece of paper, and it will fall when you blow it.

"She told me," Kong Yitang reached out and touched Ying Zhao's head, "she won."

Seeing this sentence yesterday, she felt very hopeless.

But when she woke up today and saw Ying Zhao's face so close, she felt that winning or losing really didn't matter.

Ying Zhao is not the object to be contested.

She is a living person who needs to be cared for, protected, loved, held, pampered, and treasured for the rest of her life.

She is mine.

She turned around, knelt in front of Ying Zhao, straightened up, and hugged him into her arms.

"I hate her, you know, she is just for you to remember her, it doesn't matter if you remember her forever, anyway, you are not allowed to be with anyone except me."

Ying Zhao hugged Kong Yitang's waist, "How did she tell you?"

Kong Yitang: "Timed mail."

She didn't ask Ying Zhao what was said between her and Qiao Hanyin, and she didn't want to know why Qiao Hanyin had prepared so much and didn't choose to do it in the end.

Ying Zhao snorted, and suddenly asked, "Why are you talking to me again?"

"Forgive me, ma'am?"

Kong Yitang snorted, "I was really angry yesterday."

She let go, and knelt down in front of Ying Zhao. When she was talking, she reached out for a fork to eat the fruit cubes, her cheeks puffed up, "I rushed over like this, and you pushed me away."

"Ying Zhao, really, you only have me, who would forgive you so easily if it were anyone else."

Ying Zhao forked a piece of fruit and fed it to Kong Yitang.

"Yes, no one else but you."

Kong Yitang took the piece of apple in his mouth, bit the fork and held on, and looked at Ying Zhao.

Ying Zhao: "Don't your teeth hurt?"

Kong Yitang stared at the wound on the other's lower lip, "Don't you feel pain?"

Ying Zhao stuck out his tongue and licked it, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Kong Yitang's jealousy came up again, "I think you need to hurt for a while."

After she finished speaking, she let go, leaned over and kissed Ying Zhao's lips.

Ying Zhao hugged her waist, indulging in the other party's punishment.

His teeth bit his lips, and the bloody smell permeated his lips and teeth. Kong Yitang wished he could swallow the other person into his stomach, and cut off all the possibility of being snatched away by others.

Ying Zhao obediently let her toss, when she let go, her lips were red and swollen, and the hair she combed before was also messy. Under the backlight, it seemed that a perfect statue was splashed with human colors and marked with a unique mark of a person.

Panting, she stretched out her hand to grab Kong Yitang's necklace, stroked it with her fingers, and touched Kong Yitang's collarbone along the flesh.

Lips are sore, but crisp and numb.

"Is this what it feels like to be numb?"

She smiled, with tears in her eyes, and hugged Kong Yitang suddenly.

"I am very sad, I am very afraid of death, I am very cowardly, and I really want a love that has no expiration date."

Kong Yitang said, "I have."

I give.

All for you.

"I'm nice to her, and I want to be like this, but her feelings are too bland, mixed with malice, and have a bad smell."

Kong Yitang: "I only treat you well, I only treat you frankly, and I only love you alone."

Ying Zhao: "Are you stupid?"

Kong Yitang was thumped, and she snorted, "I'm only stupid to you."

I'm fine, and it's not bad.