Huanxi Boy: Song Qian's crit attack at the beginning, I'm numb

Chapter 64 The Ripe Fruit Can Be Picked

In the evening, I helped Tong Wenjie massage, and the progress from 88% rose to 93%.

This kind of thing that can brush the progress,

Su Cheng would never refuse,

Originally, I wanted to press Tong Wenjie in the corridor,

I found it inconvenient to stand.

Tong Wenjie reeked of alcohol, obviously she used to drink to get rid of her worries, and she was also a little unsteady.

Su Cheng took her home, let her sit on the sofa, and gently pressed her temples.

Waves of comfort,

Tong Wenjie felt a lot less headache.

She was sitting and Su Cheng was standing, there was not much distance between them.

She closed her eyes and leaned into his arms.

between breaths,

Tong Wenjie smelled a very special breath,

The freshness seems to come to the field, wanting to open my arms and embrace nature.

The sun is like a warm wind blowing, dispelling the thick haze in my heart.

this moment,

Tong Wenjie felt so peaceful, as if she had found support.

It feels so warm again, the empty heart is warm and full, grievances, pain, sadness, anger, are all squeezed away.

93%... 95%.

The progress jumped two bars,

It's getting closer to ten gift bags.

Su Cheng continued his efforts, but only pressed 21 for a while, and the progress did not change.

"I feel better, go back to rest, sleep will be much better..."

Su Cheng asked, helped Tong Wenjie's shoulders, and took a step back.

He analyzed that the effect of this massage is similar to that of food feeding, with a range and a time period.

Feeding every once in a while, it may increase the progress, or it may not,

But a meal, even if it is a Manchu banquet, has the same effect as a dish.

After pressing it for a while, the progress is two blocks, and it is continuing, and there is probably no gain.

It's late too,

Su Cheng didn't plan to help Tong Wenjie press it, she should go back.

"Well, it's better..."

The comfort is gone, the good smell is gone.

Tong Wenjie felt her heart empty.

She understood what Su Cheng meant, but she didn't want to leave.

I can't sleep even when I go back, I can only think wildly, sad and sad,

Drunk and unable to take sleeping pills,

I want to stay here for a while, and I want someone to accompany me.

Tong Wenjie lay down on the sofa by herself.

"Su Cheng, my spine is not feeling well. I may have fallen. Can you help me massage..."

"..."

Su Cheng hesitated a little, but did not refuse,

Anyway, it's not the first massage.

Just treat it as an addition to the progress of the two grids.

"..."

A different sense of comfort spreads and ripples.

Tong Wenjie's eyes blurred,

I was looking for a reason to stay a little longer.

Different sofas, similar scenes,

But it reminded her that she fell down and was seen by Su Cheng, who also massaged like this.

something like this happened,

It's embarrassing, annoyed and lost, is it because he has no charm, Su Cheng is not moved.

In addition to these feelings,

The most difficult thing for Tong Wenjie to let go is guilt.

Although it was an accident, even though I didn't want to,

But it really happened, Su Cheng saw it,

As a woman with a family, I really feel guilty and sorry.

Right now,

In the dead of night, lonely men and widows,

Tong Wenjie recalled these,

Thinking that the happy family is broken, and at the same time of sadness and pain, there is an inexplicable pleasure of revenge,

just, soon,

Tong Wenjie is depressed again, is it really not attractive?

"Su Cheng..."

"what happened?"

Su Cheng asked doubtfully, froze,

"What do you think about me?"

Tong Wenjie found his hand, clenched it tightly, pulled it in front of her, and pressed it hard on her heart,

"..."

Su Cheng held his breath, and did not answer.

Be quiet for a while,

Tong Wenjie murmured:

"Tell me the truth. At that time, when you saw me, did you feel anything? Now, if there is any heartbeat, please tell me, even if it is only for a second or a moment."

Su Cheng felt that he was on fire, restrained, suppressed, and answered a word with difficulty.

"Have……"

"Well, since there is, then, then, what are you waiting for..."

What are you waiting for?

Soft and intermittent words, like tons of gasoline poured on a flame,

In an instant,

The fire rose and spread, burning the sky red and burning the earth.

Su Cheng's eyes were scarlet, reflecting patches of fire.

I really want to do something,

But rationally restrained.

I have always recognized myself as a hunter, but now I feel like a prey,

Moreover, it is also a tool prey.

At that time, the conversation between Song Qian and Tong Wenjie,

After hearing a rough idea, I also guessed a rough idea.

at this time,

Su Cheng is very clear about Tong Wenjie's mentality, that she is really being used as a tool, a tool for revenge.

For a time,

He was very hesitant, whether to push the boat with the flow or to push the boat with the flow.

A tool is a tool. No man would want to be such a tool.

However, this tool is likely to be a one-off.

Song Qian is an example.

Tong Wenjie is 95% ready, so close to the gift bag, just check the food a few more times, it's almost there.

If because of this,

Indifferent and distant like Song Qian, like a stranger, the gain outweighs the loss.

quiet, quiet,

Su Cheng was very quiet.

The night was quiet.