untamed

Chapter 142 Skiing
He was so angry that he lost his appetite, so he simply got up, dumped all the food, and threw all the dishes into the dishwasher, but left the half bowl of soup on the table.
Shen Jiu wiped the water off his hands and came out, seeing that Wen Ye was still sitting on the seat, and the bowl didn't move at all.

The anger that had just subsided after a tossing came up again.

He stepped forward in two steps and asked in a calm voice, "Do you want to drink?"

"Don't drink!"

Shen Jiu pinched her chin and lifted it up, took a sip by himself, then lowered his body and attached it.

Wen Ye couldn't struggle, and was choked and coughed again and again.

Then, the tears she had held back for a long time finally started to flow.

"Shen Jiu, you know how to bully me!" She pointed at him angrily and shouted.

Shen Qiao gave her back while threatening ferociously, "It's better if I bully you than you bully yourself!"

Wen Yeke's face was flushed, but his momentum was weak, he couldn't beat this man at all, and he was out of breath from crying.

Shen Jiu was really afraid that she would cough up something, so he quickly poured a glass of water for her to follow her throat, and stopped yelling.

Wen Ye's chest was full of depression, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.She violently pushed away Shen Gui who was on her back, hurried to the bathroom, knelt on the ground and started to vomit while grabbing the toilet.

My stomach is really empty now.

Shen Jiu was so frightened that he hurriedly hugged him up, flustered and anxious, "Aye? Aye! What's wrong with you? Where are you feeling? I'm sorry, brother shouldn't be angry with you. If you say a word, brother will promise you anything!"

Wen Ye's face turned pale, but his chest felt much more comfortable.

She was a bit exhausted physically, and it took her a while to recover from her breathing.

She regained her spirits, and retracted into Shen Jiu's arms even more aggrieved, with wet tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes.

"Brother, I was wrong, don't be angry, okay." She apologized in a small voice.

Shen Jiu lost his temper.

"I'm not angry anymore, I won't be angry anymore." He sighed and continued, "But Ah Ye has to promise me, don't hurt yourself again."

At the same time, when he was thinking in his heart, the matter of finding a psychiatrist for Wen Ye, which had been put on hold for a long time, had to continue.

The first time he found out that she was self-harming, the relationship between the two was even bad. That time in the hospital, Wen Ye was bitten by her own arm and had more than a dozen stitches.

It's just that Wen Ye behaved normally later, he only thought that she was very nervous and afraid to do this kind of thing at the beginning, who would have thought that the devil never went far, it was just deeply hidden in her heart.

This time it was only on the waist, and next time, no one can guarantee what she can do when she is depressed.

Wen Ye was physically and mentally exhausted, she rested in Shen Jiu's arms for a long time before getting up.

Wen Ye took out a pair of small scissors from the low drawer in front of the sofa, and she handed it to Shen Jiu with her own hands, lowering her eyes, "Brother, throw it away."

Shen Jiu took it almost tremblingly, he got up and went to the bedroom, and came out after 10 minutes.

Wen Ye curled up sideways on the sofa, and opened his eyes only when he felt a figure in front of him.

Shen Jiu's eyes were red and bloodshot.

Wen Ye went up to kiss, and apologized again with pain in his heart, "I'm sorry."
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Lin Yi met Li Shubai, the most reliable of the Three Musketeers, and the two of them stood in front of the windowsill with a cigarette in their mouths in silence.

Li Shubai took a puff, then took off the cigarette butt and extinguished it, "Sooner or later you will know, let's see if Xueba can persuade him."

Lin Yi also sighed, and rubbed his messy hair, but there was nothing else he could do.

At most, he could only hold back when Shen Jiu raised his knife to kill someone.

Both of them prepared for the worst, but they didn't know that although Shen Jiu was furious at this time, he was more guilty of guilt and self-blame.

He wanted to kill himself more than to kill Qin Fanglin, the culprit.

Onno was depressed, but he didn't want to sleep.

With one hand, she kept grabbing the hem of Shen Jiu's clothes, as if she was afraid that he would leave to find trouble after she fell asleep.

Shen Jiu felt sorry for her, but felt a little helpless.

He kissed Wen Ye's narrowed eyes, "Sleep, sleep, I'll watch over you."

He buried his head and sighed, and said angrily, "When did my brother lie to you?"

Only when you lied to me, little liar.

The next morning, Onno woke up from starvation.

Shen Jiu got up early, he just took a shower to wash off his stinky sweat.

Wen Ye was washing up, Shen Jiu came in from the outside, took her little hand in his big palm, brushed her teeth, and said with a smile, "Are you still awake?"

Wen Ye rinsed his mouth, took out the face towel and wiped off the water droplets on his face casually, turned around and lay in Shen's arms, and said in a soft voice, "Brother hug."

"Okay, hug."

Shen Qiao carried her to the restaurant, fried dough sticks, soybean milk and eight-treasure porridge were set on the table, Wen Ye sat down and ate quietly.

"Do you want to go skiing?" Shen Jiu asked.

Wen Ye is very lazy, what she hates the most is sports.

She looked hesitantly at Shen Jiu's expectant eyes, and reluctantly nodded.

"I don't know how to ski." Wen Ye declared in advance.

Shen Qiao brought her a coat, a fluffy and soft white bread jacket, he put it on for the girl who was reluctant to go out and said, "I'll teach you."

The destination is a private ski resort, but this season is also a holiday, so there are not too many people in the resort.

The two went to the locker room to change into their ski clothes before being led to the ski resort.

"Do you two need a coach?" the waiter asked.

"No, thank you."

Shen Qiao chose a relatively gentle slope suitable for novices, but even so, Wen Ye did not dare to let go easily.

"Brother! You, you have to hold on to me!" The snowy road was very slippery, and Wen Ye didn't notice that she squatted on the skateboard and slipped a short distance away. Shen Jiu quickly grabbed her, but Wen Ye repeatedly warned her in fear.

Seeing that she was really scared, Shen Qiao distracted Wenye's attention by talking, "Does Ahye still remember the spring outing in the second year of high school?"

Wen Ye stood up tremblingly, clutching Shen Qiao tightly with both hands, she took time to think about it, and replied, "Remember, I really hated you at that time."

It's true that which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, Shen Jiu's face turns dark.He silently glanced at someone who was concentrating on moving, and then continued, "On the way back to the B&B after leaving the Tongling Memorial Hall, Ah Ye was sitting on a skateboard and I dragged him back, remember?"

Having said that, Ono remembered.

It was already evening at that time, and Wen Ye's legs had not recovered for a long time. After walking for most of the day, her legs and feet were so painful that every step was as difficult as a needle prick.At that time, she and Shen Jiu didn't have a good relationship, but he still got a skateboard from somewhere, she sat on it, and was dragged back all the way.

The current situation is somewhat similar.

Therefore, when Wen Ye was sitting on the "artificial version of the sled" that the Shen Qiaowen staff was coming to, looking at the back of the man pulling her forward, he felt that time passed so fast.

Wen Ye was sitting round and round in the simple version of the sled, she stretched out a few fingers from her sleeves and tugged at the rope, then turned her head, "What's wrong?"

"I've always wondered, where did my brother get the skateboard and rope?"

　I found that I still like to write about the interaction and daily life of the hero and heroine, and it will be smoother. After all, it is only about love, and I am very happy to write sweetly.But as soon as I write about the progress of the plot, or the plot of the supporting role, I will be lazy, I don’t want to write, I don’t want to think, I don’t want to write.

　　But I still like Lao Mazi. Lan Xin, Doubi. Qiang Qiangzi, and the one who doesn't like to talk but never loses the chain. Baibai~

　　
　
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