But when he chased him out, where would anyone be?

Called her and hung up.

I sent her a WeChat video, but she also refused to answer.

This seemed to be the first time in so many years that he took the initiative to contact her. She usually took the initiative to contact her and he responded depending on his mood.

"Chen Ning, come back, where are you? I'll go find you and let's talk." He had no choice but to send a message.

After Chen Ning walked out of the alley, she wanted to find a bicycle to ride home, but she was too tired and her whole body hurt, especially between her legs, so she chose to take the bus back.

When she received his message, she had just gotten on the bus. Fortunately, today was Sunday and there were still seats on the morning bus. She sat in the last row before replying: "I'm going to work overtime at my workplace."

She didn't want to say that she was going home, for fear that he would come to her house, and she regretted telling him her house number that day.

She didn't want to talk, there was nothing to talk about, it was just him apologizing for his behavior last night. His subconscious push her away in the morning had already explained everything. No matter how much we talked, he would never like her.

Just sad.

She looked at the dialog box and saw that the other party had been typing but had not yet sent a message. He was probably considering his words so as not to hurt her as much as possible. She believed that his character was not someone who would shirk responsibility.

But what happened last night, if there was any fault, was also her fault. He was not awake, but she was. So she quickly edited a message and sent it: "Uncle, what happened last night was done willingly. We

We are all adults, so there is no need to think about this matter too complicated, just think of it as having a meal together and solving the problem of hunger."

She said it calmly and really didn't want to make it too complicated.

But in fact, she knew that she would never take the initiative to find him or see him again.

She didn't want to experience the humiliation of being naked and being pushed away violently and the chilling, heart-breaking feeling.

Just like before, just watch it from a distance and enjoy it silently.

Outside the bus, there was a lot of traffic, the sky was high and the sky was high, the bustling street scenes of the city passed by her eyes one by one, and the words "The sky is high, let the birds fly" suddenly flashed in her mind.

She rested her forehead on the bus window and looked at the street scene quietly. She thought of the scene where she ran desperately from the mountains, of the days and nights when she only slept four hours a day during her senior year of high school, and of practicing standards at the China Foreign Affairs University.

For pronunciation, I heard ear infections every day while wearing a headset, talking with stones in my mouth, and my mouth was bruised and bloody. All the hard work was for him, but more importantly, it was for myself to have a broader world.

So, she did it. Every loss must be rewarded. There is no good thing in this world that she can take advantage of.

Thinking this way, I felt relieved instantly.

She got off the bus, went home, took a good bath, then closed the curtains, went to bed without thinking about anything, and fell asleep in darkness.

Song Jingye's message came after she replied that she was going to work overtime, and it took a while before he replied. He asked her what time she would work overtime, and he went to pick her up, but she used her mobile phone to swipe her card and got out of the car and did not reply. Later, she did not want to reply again.

Song Jingye fell into great pain, and the various scenes of hugging and entangled last night became clearer in his mind. He was not a person of lust. He had always insisted on this kind of intimate behavior between two people.

It happens between people who love each other, otherwise they would rather use their hands than find someone to vent to.

But when he returned to Chen Ning, a little girl he had watched grow up and regarded as a junior, he felt pain and guilt for his "animal behavior".

The red color on the sheets kept arousing his nerves, stimulating him. He silently rolled up the sheets, took them to the laundry room, and threw them into the washing machine.
Chapter completed!