[Football] Qianfan

--Women's dignity is placed on their own faces--

Casillas looked away from Jenny's back and onto her face.

Jenny and Cassie watched each other silently in the dark. The night was so dark that the sounds of the three exhaling lightly could be distinguished from the bustling sound of cups clashing in the hall.She opened her mouth to say something, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't speak, but she couldn't vomit quickly. The bad genes hidden in her body couldn't wait to liberate her from her current body.

Admit it, Jen, it is impossible for you to live a stable life from beginning to end without accidents, because you love to "do".

This realization made Jenny feel sorry for Casillas, he didn't know anything about her past, he didn't even know what kind of person she used to be, and it would be wrong to blame him for her own faults.

Stupidly, she didn't even know why she was angry for no reason.

The intercom rang at the right time: "Jenny! Come to the warehouse."

She pressed the call button, "Okay, I'll be right there." Glancing at Cassie, she walked around him and left. When she walked to a slightly bright place, she turned her head to look at him. He was standing tall in the dark in the dark. His tone must have hurt him. Jenny walked back and hugged him from behind, regardless of whether someone was still there.

"..." She didn't speak, but hugged him vigorously before leaving.

Beckham came out from the dark and looked at the calm face of his friend Casillas, "I saw it." Casillas said to Beckham, "But obviously she doesn't want me to see you." He pointed out the crux of the problem Where, "So I will also pretend that I don't know, even though I don't know why she wants to hide it."

"Iker, maybe things that don't look good to you, but she actually thinks they are important?" Beckham didn't intend to make his friend feel better psychologically, and he might not be such a person on weekdays, but once something happens, Jenny, many things will deviate from the usual track and go to uncontrollable places.

Casillas lowered his head and smiled, then looked up at Beckham's handsome face, and said, "So what?"

Yeah, so what, she said, even if they had something, it wouldn't be the same anymore.

Beckham smiled wryly, shook his head and walked in front of Casillas, and put on the ripped tie neatly again, "Because the one who was abandoned was me, that's why I'm worried about it."

He waits and sees how long the movie between Iker and Jenny lasts.

Are you still looking forward to her coming back?

Beckham asked himself, honestly, he didn't know either.

Casillas didn't leave, he kept watching Beckham's figure walk from the dark to the light source, and then disappeared from his sight.

His heart seemed to be hanging in mid-air, knotted in his throat, he buttoned his neckline, tore off the bow tie and stuffed it into his pocket, and walked in the direction Jenny left.

The moment he stepped into the wine cellar, Casillas' nostrils flooded with the aroma of the wine, and he found Jenny without much effort—there were only the two of them here, and she was leaning on the wooden barrel without knowing where she was. what to look at.

The door was closed by him, and he went down the stairs, approaching step by step, Jenny turned her head to look at him, her pupils were the color of honey tea under the dim light, she straightened up and turned to face him, did not go in, and waited he.

If he is the leisurely hunter, then she is the unhurried prey.

Everything that followed was beyond expectation and reasonable. He tore off her obstructive uniform jacket from her body, and with his back to the camera in the wine cellar, he pushed her past and pressed against the edge of the barrel. His kiss was full of anger, Violent and turbulent, like a ferocious wolf, it tore her to pieces bit by bit.

She didn't mind, if it wasn't for such a deep pain, what would she use to remember being loved.

She already had a hunch who was the big loser in this gamble, and that person must be her.

She was never afraid, but the better she was with him, the more she worried that there would be a day——

Forget who told her, don't be greedy for a person to treat you well, if one day he stops being nice to you, you will have nothing.

Her eyelashes were wet, and the water vapor swirled in her eye sockets. She closed her eyes and opened them again to look at him.

He leaned on her body and let out a muffled sound. With each bump, she was pushed away and then pulled back like a light boat, floating up and down without a fixed point. He manipulated everything about her.

From the inside out, from top to bottom, she was firmly grasped.

She sank and drowned in the deep sea called Casillas.

Before the memory of this relationship completely disappeared, she deeply remembered this night. On a moonless night, she sank to the deep seabed. In the air, the body is warm and surrounded by cold sea water.

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She tidied up her messy hair and clothes according to her feelings, but Casillas walked out of the darkness calmly as if nothing had happened, tucked his shirt into his trousers, and picked up his black suit With the coat slung over his shoulders, he smiled intently at Jenny's flushed face.

He approached her, pressed her waist against the wall, zipped up and fastened the one-line skirt, then helped her tidy up the collar, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll wait for you to get off work."

The feud that was expected to erupt was let down.

But that was already a thorn buried in my heart, and no one knew why it was planted.

It is impossible to return to the day when they fell in love, but the strange thing is that for Casillas, this love has gradually become less important in his heart than it was at the beginning.As far as Jenny is concerned, she loves him with all her heart, and she loves him so much that her feet are submerged in the sea and she refuses to save herself.

This outrageous stubbornness seems to be for whom, who is she trying to impress?

It's not anyone, maybe it's to move myself.

"Ding Dong"

"Ding Dong"

The postman rang the bell twice, and Beckham was about to go out. Standing by the door, he picked up the newspapers and letters and put them aside, opened the door and was about to go out.

The door was opened, and when he saw Jenny, who was carrying a green backpack, get into the car, he didn't hesitate to call her name.

Jenny also didn't expect to run into him, "Good morning."

"Good morning."

Admit it, you still have a lot of feelings for her, you can't fight, you don't have the ability to fight.She didn't even have to fight to make it happen.

I used to think that it would be fine not to meet, and it would only take three or two years to forget her.

One time at a time, what else can he do?

"Shall we go to breakfast together?"

The author has something to say: make up [-] words.

Unified, Cassie's story here is mainly about a love from the heartbeat of the first meeting, to the sweet companionship of passionate love, the burnout and perfunctory of the Cold War, the heartbreaking of breaking up, and the helpless letting go of nostalgia for the past.

Who we love is because of whom we happen to meet.

The story I will write is because I happen to hear a playlist on Yunmusic.

The shells are going to be blackened, lest you say that I am stuck with good writing haha