The beauty looked at a child in school uniform behind her, summoned up her courage and stepped forward again.

"Sir, you are at home. Can you come down and open the door? I want to go in and get something. The child's ball has fallen inside. Can you come and open the door?"

The beauty looked at the temptation in her eyes. Qu Xiujie was not afraid at all. If it were another woman, I'm afraid she had already been afraid to see such a drunk man with stubble, but the beauty was not afraid at all. In a sense, it seemed to have the same characteristics as Mao Nana.

"Who are you?"

Qu Xiujie's eyes are full of alcohol. Looking at a woman like Mao Nana, his voice has a trace of disdain.

"Make it clear to me who you are, or I won't let you out."

The beauty seemed to have expected that Qu Xiujie would have such an expression and question. She was not timid at all, but very clear.

"Sir, I'm just a passer-by. There's a child here. He accidentally kicked the football into your yard. I just wanted to help him take it out, so I disturbed your rest. Would you please come down and open the door? I can take the ball out and give it back to the child."

The beauty's eyes were innocent, but when she looked at the child, the corners of her lips rose and showed a trace of smile. But Qu Xiujie couldn't see it. As long as he saw a similar woman in his eyes, he would mistakenly think it was the time for Mao Nana to come back.

But he also understood in his mind, and deeply understood that the woman named Mao Nana would never come back and would never follow him. No matter how he scolded or quarreled, she would not leave. She had left.

Some people leave as if it was really unexpected.

However, on a sunny day, in the afternoon with the fragrance of flowers, they really left when they said they left, while some people carried their bags full and returned to the beginning one day.

Didn't leave, just went on a short trip.

Mao Nana is the one who Qu Xiujie firmly believes will never leave him again. Unfortunately, all this has become a pity. People who think they won't leave, but they really leave one day. People who want to leave, but they won't leave anyway.

Fate is a joking magician with a pair of unpredictable hands, but the world can't guess what he will do next.

"Again, who are you and what do you want to come in for?"

Qu Xiujie leaned against the window and looked at the beauty. His eyes were full of provocative eyes.

"I'm helping the child with the ball. Would you please come down and open the door for me?"

The beauty doesn't seem to be in a hurry. If someone else saw Qu Xiujie's difficulties, I'm afraid she would have given up long ago. There's time to wait for Qu Xiujie to come down and open the door. She can buy a new football for children.

"No."

Qu Xiujie flatly refused.

Then he left the window. Wearing a nightgown, he half exposed his chest and walked down all the way. The wine bottles on the stairs were one after another, like a string of pearls, but the Pearl looked huge.

"This woman is really funny. It's just for a football. Is it so important? It's really a headache."

Qu Xiujie really felt a headache when he said this. "I'm curious and strange. It hurts when I say it hurts. It's true that people are old and not enough. Alas, it's also because people are old. Otherwise, Nana, how can Nana be willing to leave me?"

Qu Xiujie's eyes fell into sadness. He seemed to forget why Mao Nana wanted to leave at the beginning. He seemed to have forgotten that Mao Nana left precisely because of a phone call from a person with the same surname as Qu Xiujie.

But up to now, Qu Xiujie doesn't know.

Mao Nana also didn't know where the phone came from and where it came from. When she knew it, it was an eternal youth for Qu Xiujie.

The door on the first floor suddenly opened, and the sun pierced into Qu Xiujie's eyes, which had not seen the sun for a long time. It was so dazzling that Qu Xiujie didn't have the courage to go out.

With a wave of his sleeve and a half exposed appearance in front of his chest, he didn't seem to scare away the beauty standing at the door.

Qu Xiujie shook his footprints one by one, and finally walked to the door of the yard and met the beauty face to face. "You said, what was your name just now and what did you want to do in here? Make it clear to me, otherwise I wouldn't let you in."

"Sir, I said I was just bringing a football for the child. As for my name, you don't have to know it?"

The beauty looked at Qu Xiujie and was more sure of the possibility that she could go in later.

"Oh? What if I say I'm going to puncture that football?"

Qu Xiujie raised his eyebrows and looked at the football on the corner. It was at the center of their topic, but he didn't know it. Just looking at it, he felt a little forgotten.

"You won't do that, I trust you."

Beauty is not timid.

"Well, for the sake of your beauty, I can't help believing you. You really want to come in and pick up a football. If I find out, you... Vomit..."

A thick wine burp pounced violently on the beauty's face.

Qu Xiujie didn't apply it, but the beauty was going to vomit.

"Sir, how much wine have you drunk and how much taste. It's really frightening."

"I don't remember how much I've drunk. Anyway, I've been drinking all the time. I'm afraid the wine in this house will be emptied by me when I wake up or when I'm drunk. I haven't found a decent bottle of wine. Do you have any wine? I can buy it. I'm Qu Xiujie. I have money. I can give you a price. If you're a little farther, I'll buy it for you directly. If you don't want to Yi, it must be that my price didn't give me a position. It doesn't matter. As long as you say, everything is easy to discuss. "

Qu Xiujie shook his steps and looked at the beauty's face. It seemed that he saw the injury on Mao Nana's face.

"Nana, are you back? Nana, is it really you?"

Qu Xiujie stretched out his hand and tried to rub the beauty's face, but before he got close, the child standing behind the beauty directly pulled the beauty to the side. The child stretched out a big font action to protect the beauty tightly behind him, with his eyes full of courage and fearlessness.