Chapter 281

Wenjo rubbed his tears against the front of his coat, and when he looked up he saw only a pair of red eyes.

She always felt that crying was a sign of incompetence. Even in the face of Fu Nanli, she would not indulge her emotions. Her tears were properly collected by her, but her voice was choked with sobs: "then why didn't you tell me in advance?"

When asked, wenjo regretted.

Is she questioning him?

What qualifications does she have?

He has his plan, his plan, whether he tells her is his freedom, maybe he thinks she is not credible? Maybe I think telling her will ruin the game.

She bowed her head, forced to bear the grievances, and whispered, "yes Sorry, I I shouldn't have asked that. "

Fu Nanli was so distressed that he held her face: "Joel, I told you that."

Wenqiao was a little confused, full of grievances: "you When did you tell me that? "

"I tell you, if you hear anything about my accident, don't panic, I'll be fine."

Wenjo reacted for a long time, and his mind was vague. He seemed to have said such a sentence, but when she heard the accident, how could she think so much.

Fu Nanli thought his qiao'er had always been smart and calm. He must have thought that this was a trick he had given Fu Jiang, and thought she would not panic. But he did not think about it. When Wenqiao heard that he might be killed, all his rational calm collapsed.

She's just an ordinary little girl worried about her boyfriend's safety.

Wenqiao looked aggrieved: "why don't you make it clear to me? How can I think of it when you are so obscure? "

"I should have made it clear, Joel. Are you worried about me?"

Wenjo cradled his neck and hugged him tightly: "of course I worry about you. Of course I worry about you."

It was only when things calmed down that wenjo reacted.

After she learned that Fu Nanli had an accident, her body didn't respond to anything. The fate of her and Fu Nanli was intertwined.

She's OK, which means that he's not dead at all.

But she was helpless. She didn't think of it at all.

She was worried about him, not because she was afraid that she would be implicated.

She was worried about him, just because she was worried about him.

When she was sitting on the carpet in front of the French window in the sun, he was cooking lunch in the kitchen.

Wenjo was in a low mood, and sat in a sullen mood.

Because he didn't tell her clearly in advance, he was depressed.

Such an important matter, worthy of his very solemn account of her, casually, where can she put it in mind?

She thinks that she is a person who can keep secrets, and even a person who is very opportunistic. She is not qualified to participate in the chess game. She seems to be excluded.

She gently pinched her nails, and her heart was not peaceful. She always felt full of grievances, but there was no place to pour out. She could only digest and comfort herself.

The sun was warm, and she thought for a long time, and finally came to her conclusion.

As long as he's OK, he's alive. What's she doing with so many meaningless things?

She has always been able to comfort herself, she has always been sensible, always find excuses to make themselves happy again.

Because the world has been bad for her, if she does not adjust herself, what should she do?