School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 832

Loud bar.

The last July was cup after cup, and she drank it with her head up, looking at the ambiguous men and women around her with drunken eyes.

"Falling is the best way to let go of your emotions."

It has been suppressed for a long time, and it seems that only alcohol can numb the pain of the heart.

"Stop drinking."

Nangong Han has been silently by her side, watching her take one cup after another, heartbroken, he couldn't help but grab her wrist with his big hand.

July was taken aback.

In a trance, she seemed to notice his existence, slowly raised her long eyelashes, and focused her eyes on his haughty and tense face.

There was a pain in my heart again.

Why……

The deep and dark eyes were full of endless sorrow, and the eye circles were a little reddish, as if trying to suppress some kind of pain.

The flashing neon lights, the explosive smell of smoke, the smell of smoke and alcohol rushing in the air, could not conceal the pain in his eyes.

And this kind of grief, like an invisible knife, ruthlessly pierced into her most fragile heart, and blood splashed everywhere in an instant.

"You go!"

In pain, Zuo Qiyue exhausted all her strength and ruthlessly pushed him away.

The scattered strands of jet-black hair were disheveled, and her distressed eyes were filled with damp mist.

"you……."

Choking, the throat seemed to be stuck with a blade, so bitter that he couldn't make a sound.

For half a month, he has been guarding her, not leaving her every step, taking her back and forth, every day, every night, he squats against the damp doorway, guarding silently.

"I... just don't want to see you torture your body, you want to cry, my shoulders are always there for you,..."

"Stop it, don't say it, I don't want to hear it!"

Before he finished speaking, Qiyue interrupted him with a growl.

She didn't want to hear his nice words, that way, she would feel more and more indebted to him.

"Woo..." She couldn't help but burst into tears.

She admits that she is fragile, so vulnerable that she sheds tears at every turn.

"Nangong Han, why? You want to make me feel guilty, look at you, what have you become?"

She was crying, her voice hoarse.

Many times, she didn't dare to look at him. His haggard appearance and deeply sunken eye sockets proved that he didn't sleep well every day. His jet-black hair hadn't been tidied up in half a month, and it became messy. His clothes were also dirty. Follow the old...

She really couldn't bear it, just looking at it made her heart ache once.

"Woooo..."

In an inconspicuous corner, the delicate figure stood resolutely, her jet-black hair was braided into a braid and fell behind her head, revealing a delicate goose face.

Seeing Nangong Han haggard for her, feeling sad for her...

Everything, like a spell, made her resentment towards Qi Yue stronger and stronger.

"There are many people better than me in the world, Shu... Shu Yacheng, she and you are the right match, and her love for you is so loyal... Nangong Han, I beg you, let me go OK……."

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol that gave her the courage to speak out all the words that had been suppressed for a long time.

"No matter how good Shuya City is, in my heart, it's not as good as July!"

"Uh."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled her into his arms, who had no time to guard against, and hugged her tightly.

Most Qiyue was shocked, her astonished eyes stared blankly at the flickering lights above her head.

This hug, too long and too far away, made him intoxicated in her world for a moment, closed his deep eyes, slightly moved his head close to her, and took a strong breath, which belonged to her breath.

How long has he longed for it? Many times, he wanted to hold her in his arms, but every time he was worried about offending her, and he didn't dare to approach her, even a little bit.

(End of this chapter)