After standing for a long time, Feng Yiting tore a piece of bread. As soon as he raised his hand, the sound of the door starting came from behind. Turning back, he shot a fierce look.

Reflexively, he took back his hand. Suddenly, she murmured to herself, and the bread was put directly into his mouth:

"I didn't feed it, I saw it calling all the time -"

he came forward and gave him a white look. Ji Qianyu directly pulled up the sunshade step outside the cage, fearing that he would see it Posture.

Shaking his head, Feng Yiting also stretched out his hand to let her see again. There was only a little bread missing in his hand: "are you hungry? I'm giving it to you! "

Opening his mouth, he couldn't help sighing in his heart: Fortunately, it just didn't move, otherwise it would be bad for her to complain! Just when did she like cats so much? I would have given her one if I had known!

Where can Feng Yiting think of it? She takes this cat as Ding Ruoxue's outlet. He's taboo enough here. If she really feeds her, it's a big sin!

He didn't want to talk to him at all. Turning around, Ji Qianyu went to gather his hair again. His leather circle was tied up at random. He thought of the place and went to one side of the bag. Then he took out a small box, pulled out the big box in the cupboard and put it in. Turning around and about to leave, a shadow suddenly fell into the cage. The next second, a small brocade box came into view:

in the unfolded box, there was a very unique platinum thin chain with a "one" bar in the middle and a small pearl hanging on one side. It was very simple, but it had a sense of design and atmosphere.

"Do you like it? I've chosen it for a long time, and I think it's very suitable for you! "

At first, he was afraid that she would not accept it. He was thinking whether to take it out and put it on her. As soon as he moved, his palm suddenly emptied. The next second, the box had already reached Ji Qianyu's hand. Turning around, she took out the big box in the cupboard, quickly opened and closed it, and then threw the small box in. With a clear sound, it was already locked.

"What are you talking about?"

Seeing her holding a leather red wine box, Feng Yiting was obviously stunned. She thought it was OK for her to accept the gift. But the next second, Ji Qianyu hugged the box and walked around him, bumping to the other side of the wardrobe.

He turned around and followed another one.

Originally, he wanted to hide the box in a different place, but he walked one place, followed by Feng Yiting. When he got to the cloakroom, Ji Qianyu was a little annoyed:

"what are you doing with me?"

Holding her wrist, Feng Yiting's eyes fell to the red wine box in her hand: "what are you doing with a red wine box?"

As soon as Feng Yiting reaches out his hand, Ji Qianyu doesn't open his body: "I like it! You're in charge? Don't touch my things

Shake hands, turn around, rub ground, she ran out again, returned to the wardrobe, after a toss finally quiet. After standing for a long time behind him, Feng Yiting's eyebrows also frowned.

Turning back, Ji Qianyu still doesn't pay any attention to him. After a circle, he wants to go back to his own end of the bed, but he is caught by Feng Yiting again:

"yu'er, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Don't you miss me? Let's not make trouble, shall we? "

If he doesn't mention it, the more Ji Qianyu is mentioned, the more unhappy he is:

"do you want to be short of people? Why don't I miss you? I'm so sleepy that I don't have time to fight with you. Don't disturb my sleep

She rubbed her heart against the fire!

"Thousand words! Do we have to talk like this? You blame me for not contacting you. If I don't come back, have you ever cared about me? I went to Jiacheng and I died outside. Would you know? I - "

this time, he was just angry for a moment -

" so you went on a business trip with Xiao San aboveboard? "

Looking back, Ji Qian's tears came down and wiped them away. She sniffed angrily:

"it's all my fault. I don't care about you. I'm not gentle and considerate. I'm not a good wife. I'm not qualified. Are you satisfied? Next time you can come back when I stink at home! "

Did he know when she died at home?

After pulling a pillow, Ji Qianyu turns and walks to one side of the sofa. Suddenly, she is crying a little, but she can't stop it:

she doesn't care about him. Who are the stabs and blisters in her hands?

Seeing that she was crying, she suddenly felt like being slapped. She suddenly realized that her fault was more and said something wrong. Feng Yiting was also very upset. When she spoke again, her tone was obviously relaxed to the extreme:

"Yuer, I ~ I don't mean that!"

In the cabinet, Ji Qianyu has taken out a quilt.

"I don't dislike you! I didn't say that at all. Don't misinterpret me! I just I took Ding Ruoxue there because I wanted to take her to see a doctor, not to play with her! "

The more he explained, Feng Yiting felt that the more he described it, the darker it became. He heard something wrong:

"no, I didn't take her with me."He picked her up on the way!

But without waiting for Feng Yiting's thoughts to straighten out, Ji Qianyu had already waded down on the sofa, and the whole quilt was rolled up and even his head was covered.

But vaguely, there was a slight choking sound in the deep quiet air. Grievance and pain filled the air. Standing still, Feng Yiting's face sank to the extreme.

Tossing into the middle of the night, both of them were physically and mentally tired and lay down. After a while, they were confused.

When Feng Yiting opened his eyes, although it was only seven o'clock, there was no one on the sofa, and even the heat under the slight depression had dissipated.

My heart seems to be blocked by a stone, and it's hard to seal it.

Only when I went downstairs did I know that she left early in the morning and didn't even enter the kitchen. Where there is any appetite, holding a mobile phone, Feng Yiting sat in the restaurant for a long time, finally straddling the shoulder directly out of the door.

On the way, he went around her studio and asked for breakfast and flowers.

In the office, Ji Qianyu is not happy when he receives something. A small card is his handwriting: "no matter how busy you are, you have to have breakfast. It's good for your health! ]

it's all her favorite food, Qingcong, Xiaocai, Baozi and fried dough sticks. But at the moment, Ji Qianyu has no appetite for anything, but she is so angry.

Pushing aside, she made a cup of coffee herself.

After waiting outside for a while, Feng Yiting drove to work.

On this day, both of them were in a terrible mood. Feng Yiting picked up his mobile phone several times, but still had nothing. Ji Qianyu was almost in a daze in the office all day.

If he doesn't come back, it's hard. If he comes back, it's even harder!

As the sky darkens, Ji Qianyu is disconsolate about the coming night:

marriage is really annoying. She didn't have so many things when she was with Wen Wuxin before! All blame Ding Ruoxue that dung beetle, is not she comes out to stir, their day originally very good! She's in no mood for work!

"Ah ~"

sighed heavily and got up. Ji Qianyu had just gone to make coffee when a slight knock came at the door.

"Come in!"

"Sister Ji, someone just came to send you a long card, saying it's someone you know -"

"OK, thank you

As a result, Ji Qianyu broke it down: [let's meet and have a talk! Pedestrian overpass, I'll wait for you! ]

the signature after it is a character similar to "X".

Looking at the beautiful handwriting on it, my mind suddenly flashed: "snow? Ding Ruoxue? "

Ding Ruoxue asked her to meet? What for? Is there a showdown or is there a purpose?

Looking at the card, Ji Qianyu's mind twists and turns, and then picked up the bag: just see what you want to do!

The pedestrian overpass is very close to her shop. It is a set of sidewalks across the road. Because it is very wide, vendors often set up stalls on both sides of the overpass in the past evening. In addition to the small night markets and shops of various grades on both sides, it is also one of the famous pedestrian streets in Qingcheng. This overpass is also known as the first "Pedestrian Overpass".

Before the street was reorganized, it was very busy and famous. Over the past few years, urban planning has been intensified, vendors and vendors have been reorganized, and night markets have been banned. Now all the intersecting streets have been expanded and renovated, and they have become all kinds of neat shops. Naturally, the whole street is clean, but it is also cold. Naturally, there are no stalls on the overpass.

However, the pedestrian overpass was once quite famous.

After explaining to the shop assistant, Ji Qianyu goes out. Sure enough, when he looks up at the intersection, a group of black ghosts on the overpass come into view. Who else is there?

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, Ji Qianyu was slightly puzzled when she raised her feet:

isn't she afraid of seeing the light? This point is understandable. Why don't you choose something like under the tree or on the overpass? For the sake of quietness or for the sake of seeing the six paths? I just came back yesterday and I came here today. This sacrifice is not small or old, right!

After all, she suffered a dark loss. Whether it was designed by her or not, Ji Qianyu had some shadow in her heart this time, and unconsciously raised her vigilance.

Along the way, looking not far away, plus the red light and avoiding the traffic, she also walked for nearly 20 minutes before climbing up the half ladder of the overpass. Looking at the shadow on the inside, Ji Qianyu stopped:

"I'm coming!"

The implication is that if you have something to say, you can say it!

Looking at the thin woman in front of her, goodbye, Ji Qianyu has no surprise and pity. On the contrary, he feels chilly. How can this feeling be so strange?

This woman, a little impatient!

Murmured in the heart next, quarter thousand language but cleverly reduced opening.

"Miss Ji, there is no outsider here. I don't think we need to care about our status politely, do we? I want to talk to you about Yiting. Today, it's just the two of us. No matter what we say, can it be limited to the two of us? "