Wen Ran did not respond immediately, but turned around and sat on the large recliner.
Although survival is her first priority now, she does not have a heart made of steel.
If you shrink your body further, you will feel more secure.
She needs to give herself comfort and strength now.
Zhou Qixiao looked down at the little girl sitting down in a small group, with a playful look on her face and no guilt at all.
Why, when he reminded me, I remembered that my father died.
Is this about to start brewing sadness?
After Wen Ran sat down, he organized his words, and then raised his head to look at Zhou Qixiao.
"It's not that I'm not sad, but maybe I was prepared half a year ago."
When Zhou Qixiao heard this, he met Wen Ran's gaze with ridicule in his eyes.
What kind of heart-wrenching story are you going to tell him?
"Didn't I repeat my studies for another year? On the last day of the college entrance examination last year, my father suddenly fainted and was hospitalized. I rushed to the hospital and the doctor told me...
Although a year has passed, I still think of that scene.
She stood at the door of the ward in a state of confusion, looking at her father who was covered in tubes.
It was clear that I was in a panic and confusion at the time, but when I recall it now, it seems that I remember even the doctor's subtle expression of sympathy very clearly.
"Dad's cancer is in the advanced stage and can only be treated conservatively. If it's good, he can still have a year and a half. If not, he may leave me at any time. So I have always known that he will not stay with me for too long. The future of my life There will be no more of him here.”
After talking about it at the beginning, it seemed that it was not as difficult as imagined.
Wen Ran spoke as if telling someone else's story.
"Dad's condition worsened half a year ago, and he was hospitalized time and time again in critical condition. There were a few times when he curled up in pain because of my absence, and I realized how difficult it was for him to survive.
At that time, I even had the idea that he would leave or be freed. But I couldn't bear to leave him, so I could only selfishly pretend that I didn't know how much he hurt. "
The little girl did not tell her grief about losing her father in a long speech, as Zhou Qixiao thought, but spoke in a straightforward manner, without too many emotional ups and downs.
But this kind of overly silent emotion appears particularly heavy and depressing when it appears in a person who is only 18 or 19 years old and should be full of vitality, which makes people feel a little distressed.
He still looked carefree, but the hand that turned the cork stopped unconsciously.
“Dad died suddenly in a car accident, and I haven’t seen his body except the coffin, so I still have an unreal feeling about his death.
But when I felt wronged yesterday, I subconsciously wanted to go home and find my dad. I suddenly realized that I no longer have a father. No matter whether I cry or laugh, he will not be happy or sad because of me.
There is no such person in this world anymore, and I will never see him again... The accumulated emotions that I didn't realize burst out in an instant. "
Wen Ran thought for a moment and pinched his fingers, "Sorry for causing trouble to you. But calm down, I have accepted it calmly."
At this point, Wen Ran suddenly raised his head, "I want to live well, and then ask the police uncle to help investigate the cause of my father's death. If the police uncle can't help, then I still have some money, so I can hire a detective, right?"
The little girl lowered her head again as she spoke, babbled as if she was talking to a man, but as if she was giving herself a reason to hold on.
"After I find out the cause of my father's death, I want to finish my studies well. Maybe my personality is not suitable for starting a business, so I will find a suitable job. Anyway, I want to live well."
There was sudden silence.
A small drop of tear pattered on the pale pink skirt, splashing a small flower.
Zhou Qixiao raised his eyebrows and stared at the drooped little head.
Cried?
"So, can you please don't leave me here, I'm really scared."
Wen Ran said, unconsciously pinching the hem of her skirt, raising her face, and forced back the tears in her eyes.
She opened her mouth and smiled a little timidly but very sincerely.
"I will be very obedient, I just want to..." The voice choked, and he paused before saying the last two words, "Go home."
But there was no one at home waiting for her to come home.
Zhou Qixiao's eyes fell on the little girl's face.
The beautiful face was a little pale, and the originally bright deer eyes were filled with tears, and the ends of the eyes were drooped.
Although I tried my best to pretend that nothing was wrong, it felt like all the energy and energy in my body had been drained away.
Like a little rose that was abandoned on the roadside and is about to die, it is beautiful and fragile.
Zhou Qixiao frowned unsatisfied.
Naturally, he didn't think it was a distressing emotion.
I just don't like the little girl's desperate look.
He still liked the way she was full of energy and secretly poking at him, and how he was playing tricks on her.
Cunning and agile.
It’s not like now, where he’s so well-behaved that he’s lifeless.
Strangely boring.
He shook the bottle in his hand.
He asked her with unclear meaning: "Wen Ran, are you comforting me? Or are you asking me to comfort you?"
Wen Ran immediately became embarrassed and raised the back of his hand to wipe away the tears that rolled down his face, when his wrist was held by the man.
The gauze could not block the man's hot body temperature, and the thinly callused thumb pad rubbed ambiguously against the palm of her hand.
As if being burned, Wen Ran struggled slightly, but was suppressed by the man calmly.
"I'm not trying to overstep my bounds to comfort you, I'm just afraid that you'll be angry with me and leave me here."
Wen Ran has not overestimated his abilities enough to think that he can influence a man's emotions.
"Hmm..." Zhou Qixiao was indifferent and didn't know whether to listen or not.
Suddenly he was pressed down, and his tall body felt like it was overwhelming.
The hot body temperature mixed with the light mint smell of the man hit her face. Wen Ran fell backward uncontrollably and fell on the lounge chair.
Looking at the man leaning on top of her body, she always feels that something is not going right?
"Wen Ran, do I allow you to cross the line?"
Zhou Qixiao pressed one knee on the recliner, one hand resting on Wen Ran's side, and the other hand hanging the wine bottle loosely between two fingers.
Wen Ran was not a very scheming person, so he really couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes at this moment.
Didn’t the man just learn that someone he had a close relationship with passed away?
Is this person still his Bai Yueguang?
Just, you just want to have sex with another woman?
Sure enough, men are all big pig hooves!
Zhou Qixiao looked at the little girl under him and her eyes regained their alertness.
Seeing him looking at a heartless man, he raised the corner of his mouth in a funny way.
It was just a matter of taking a nap, which made her feel like it was a big deal every day.
With his face and figure, he could still be a loser to her, right?
Zhou Qixiao tilted his head and looked at Wen Ran informally, shaking the wine bottle in his hand.
The wine swirled rapidly in the bottle, and a little splashed onto Wen Ran's cheek.
A little cold.
The faint smell of alcohol poured into the nose, bringing with it a strange intoxication and danger.
"Darling, you brought me a drink, didn't you just want me to drink away my sorrows?"
After Zhou Qixiao finished speaking, he suddenly became happy and raised his head inexplicably to take a big sip.
When he spoke again, the warm breath and the light and slightly spicy smell of alcohol lingered around the two of them.
It's like the male hormones are on fire.
"It's also appropriate to act out of character after drinking too much."
