Chapter 900

"A cold?" Zhang Ya asked, putting away the dishes.

"No." Tu Xiaofei lay on his back on the sofa and said, "I guess it's someone who mutters to me. After drinking the chicken soup, the whole person is warm. He doesn't feel like he's going to catch a cold at all."

"Today's chicken soup tastes good." Zhang Ya asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes." Tu Xiaofei said jokingly, "there are pink bubbles of love everywhere."

"You've had enough." Zhang Ya blushed.

"Hahaha." Tu Xiaofei smiled and looked at the time and said, "Zhang Ya, it's still early. You can go downstairs with him. The shower gel and toilet paper at home are used up. Go and buy some to come back."

"All right." Zhang Ya nodded and looked at Wan Xinghao, who helped clean up the kitchen. "Let's go out together."

Put the washed dishes into the cupboard. Wan Xinghao turns around and nods to Zhang Ya.

"That's great." Wanxingke also came out and said, "I want to have milk tea with me. Please bring me a cup when you come back."

"I will, too." Tu Xiaofei raised her hand and said, "I want ice cream and black tea!"

"I want a glass of cream green." Said vancinko.

"All right." Zhang Ya shrugged helplessly.

"Xiaofei, you can teach me how to play this game!" Wanxingke helps Tu Xiaofei to go to the bedroom: "the cover is cool, isn't it difficult?"

"This game! You have great vision. This game is Nintendo's masterpiece. It's not hard at all. I'll teach you! " Tu Xiaofei enters the room with Wan Xingke.

Wan Xingke and Tu Xiaofei went back to their room, and Zhang Ya and WAN Xinghao went out.

Now night has come.

Two people walking shoulder to shoulder on the street side, the street lights on both sides of the road have been lit, the car in the lane to the direction of home, pedestrians in a hurry. Compared with the noise, Zhang Ya and WAN Xinghao are too quiet.

Zhang Yawei looked down at the front, though walking beside Wan Xinghao, he still unconsciously thought about going to the bookstore.

She is still a little concerned about what Miss Xu didn't remember.

Generally speaking, the most important and critical things are often hidden for some reasons, which may be due to self-protection or escape from reality.

Zhang Ya knows this feeling very well.

Whenever she tried to think of something, she always had a splitting headache.

Those memories seem to be completely frozen.

Zhang Ya is a little uneasy.

She doesn't want to know the memories and past that belong to her.

But she knew it well.

The past is likely to destroy her now peaceful and stable life.

She was afraid, too.

In this way, Zhang Ya's steps are also a little hesitant. Is it better for yilanyou to stop at this point?

The past has become the past. Can she not know those past?

Wan Xinghao noticed that Zhang Ya's steps were a little disordered. He glanced at her with the remaining light of his eyes. Wan Xinghao reached out and held Zhang Ya's hand, led her to keep up with her pace, and passed the intersection before the green light ended.

He was in a trance and was held by the person beside him. Zhang yaleng raised his mouth slightly and smiled. This feeling of being guarded is also very good.

"Wan Xinghao, play a game." Zhang Ya looked at Wan Xinghao and said, "I'll close my eyes, will you lead me away?"

Nothing, nothing.

Give yourself completely to the man around you.

She's too tired to live. Occasionally, she hopes to have such a person to guard her, lead her and protect her.

“……” Wan Xinghao put his hand on Zhang Ya's head and gently rubbed it. He nodded with a doting smile.

I didn't expect Zhang Ya to be such a child, but wan Xinghao was very fond of her doing such childish and lovely things in front of her.

"Then you can lead me." Zhang Ya said and slowly closed his eyes.

Eyes gradually accustomed to the dark, Zhang Ya shook Wan Xinghao's hand: "OK, take me away."

Once people are in the dark, other senses will become more sensitive.

She felt Wan Xinghao holding her hand tightly and felt the temperature of her palm.

I feel closer and closer breathing.

Feel the softness on her lips

Across a busy street, Yan Lecheng stops in the dim yellow light beside the street and looks at the men and women kissing each other.

Mingming wants to escape from his feet as soon as possible, but he can't move a step like nailing.

A pair of eyes with sad and unspeakable feelings of infatuation at.

In the street behind Yan Lecheng, Zhuang Ya holds a bag of comic books in one hand and a cup of milk tea in the other. She looks at Yan Lecheng crazily, looks at the sadness on his side, and looks at the other side of the street along with his eyes.On the opposite side of the street, a girl in a high-grade dress bowed her head and played with her mobile phone. The women around her were dressed in red and looked around carefully, as if they were careful to protect.

"Young lady, I still think it's time to speak to the young master." The woman whispered.

"Tut." The girl frowned slightly with an unhappy look: "there is no need to report everything to him."

"But after all, this is the boundary of Wanjia. Wanxingke and wanxinghao of Wanjia are also here." There is a worry in women's eyes: "if ten thousand families know that we have crossed the border, there may be trouble."

"A mute and a bitch, what's terrible about it." The girl snorted coldly: "before big brother also came privately, what's the matter."

"But..." Women are still hesitant.

"Nothing." The girl looked at the woman beside her and said, "if you have time to talk to me about this, it's better to help me find out the bitch who may endanger my status."

"Miss, will the old lady..." Women are a little hesitant.

"Do you think a woman who hasn't seen her face in more than ten years can take the place of my granddaughter in grandma's heart?" The girl's eyes were full of cruelty.

"No." The woman immediately shook her head: "the eldest lady is always the only one in ah Hong's heart."

"Ah Hong, you remember." The girl said with cold eyes, "Cheng's family, there will always be only one big lady!"

"Yes..." The woman answered with a look of bloodthirsty. Whoever would endanger the eldest lady would solve the problem by herself.

A crisscross intersection.

The six people with different thoughts are doomed to intertwine each other's fate from then on. The future seems to be covered with a layer of fog, which is hard to see and touch.

It's happiness and sorrow. It's gathering and dispersing.

No one knows.