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They put the bags in the back of the car. "I didn't expect a kitchen utensil to be so expensive," Wu said with a sigh.

They bought more than eight thousand yuan worth of kitchen supplies and ended up giving away four pairs of dolls. Wu Chiang held one of them in his arms and kneaded it vigorously. "So cute."

He said, "When we get back, you take them all."

"Then I'll take two pairs and leave the other two to you." Ning Yan was silent.

The car drove slowly through the summer night. On both sides of the street, there were bright lights, like two strings of pearls that were shining as they snaked their way into the distance.

The night was so soft that it felt like it could be kneaded with water. The air inside the car was so cold that Wu Chiang hugged his arm tightly. She thought for a moment and said, "In the past, when there was nothing to do, I would take the Ring City bus at dusk. I would sit in the car and think about nothing but sitting in a daze, watching the sky slowly darken."

He was silent for a long time before he finally said, "Apologies."

She thought about it for a moment, then nodded and admitted, "I can be a bit pretentious sometimes. "It's just like, sometimes, when you know that the result will be injury, you still have to try it out. It's even more unreasonable to lick your wounds alone at night."

Ning Yan ignored her. They drove for more than ten minutes before they finally found a new place.

After getting off the car, Ning Yan carried his stuff and walked in front. Wu Chiang was lost in thought as he watched Ning Yan's back. The two of them were like a newlywed couple, returning home after work. The wife made a table of steaming hot food, and the two of them laughed and made a ruckus.

Such a scene was truly luxurious for her. Such a time was even more extravagant for her, and such a warm view of her back was even more extravagant.

She cooked three dishes and a soup, and when Miyako brought out the chicken, the entire hall was filled with the spicy aroma of chicken and seasonings, making one salivate. Ning Yan seemed to love this dish so much that he quickly finished off a plate of chicken.

The two of them ate the Sichuan food she cooked, but it was not strange that it was accompanied by red wine.

Lighting candles to make a wish, Wu Huan turned off all the lights in the room, only the candles on the cake were flickering, her smile was as sweet as a model in an advertisement: "Make a wish."

Ning Yan couldn't be bothered to respond to her. He just refilled his empty glass with red wine.

Wu Chi recalled last year, the night of her birthday, the drunk Ning Yan bought him a cake, that scene is still fresh in his mind.

Not long after, the alcohol started to rise. The vintage bottles of red wine had a strong aftertaste and Wu Chiang felt dizzy. In the faint dizziness, she blew out the candle on the cake with a "chi" sound.

"Happy Birthday!" she whispered.

Instantly, darkness.

When his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, his silhouette could be seen. It was at the other end of the sofa, and outside the window, there was a cold night. Perhaps it was the moonlight, or maybe it wasn't. His brows and eyes were not clear, but it was him. It was clearly him.

Ning Yan didn't say anything. For some reason, she was a little nervous and said, "I'm going to turn on the lights."

As he walked past him, he could smell a faint fragrance on his body. It was not the smell of perfume, but something that was very familiar. She took a deep breath and felt an inexplicable sense of sadness.

The lights were on and they were both dead. She leaned over the table and began to talk to herself, "I'm sorry, but I've always felt powerless about your father. My father is a very good man to me. "

She looked down at the clear glass in her hand. The red wine flowed from it like red blood.

"Ever since my mother died, I've only had my father, my brother is still young, and my father is only me, so I tried to make myself happy, to make myself happy, because that would make him happy. But all the way to the end … "I still haven't been able to do it …"

She was once the most proud little princess. Even though she didn't have a mother, her father had given her the most complete love.

She was also her father's greatest pride, and anyone in Wu's circle of friends who mentioned her would praise her. "That daughter of CEO Wu, she's so obedient and obedient, and her grades are so good."

Her father was a well-known role model in the community, kind-hearted and upright, and she had heard too much about him over the years. He was her God.

The roses in the room exuded an enchanting scent, making one feel intoxicated from hearing their words. She placed her hand on Ning Yan's palm, her eyes becoming hazy. "Ning Yan, can you not hate me until this matter is completely settled?"

When she felt Ning Yan's hand suddenly tremble, she smiled and retracted it. "I was drunk. I said something so stupid, don't take it to heart."

Ning Yan smiled. He lowered his head and turned the glass, looking at the dark red wine in the cup. It was as thick as honey, and the fragrance of it assaulted his nostrils.

After thirty years, only this kind of fragrance could be produced. If the accumulated thoughts were fermented, the astringent spiciness would also slowly brew.

You don't feel it when you drink it, and then slowly it's like a thread, from throat to stomach, sad and comfortable, the heat seeping through, a faint vertigo, maybe it's fated.

Because the night before, the two of them had drunk quite a lot of wine, and on the second day, they were indeed late. Wu Dai stared blankly at the two missed calls from Su Changming on his phone.

After thinking for a while, he called back. "Chang Ming, what's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Su Changming's voice sounded vague. "I'm going to England to train tomorrow. Before I go, I want to invite you for a meal."

She patted her swollen head and said, "Alright, I'll be outside now. We'll meet later to chat."

After hanging up the phone, he found that Ning Yan had already appeared behind her back without him knowing.

Wu Chiang put away his phone and greeted with a smile, "Morning, you drank so much yesterday. Do you want to take a rest first? Driving is tiring."

For some reason, he changed his expression from yesterday. His tone was distant, as if he had never seen him before. "No, go directly. I still have many things I need to busy myself with. I don't have the time to spend time with you here."

Sensing his dissatisfaction, Wu Chiang did not delay any longer. He quickly packed up his things and followed him out the door.

As she sat in the car, she turned around and looked at the fading house of 109. She felt more and more empty. Yesterday, just like the clouds and smoke, she had a beautiful dream.

On the way back, Ning Yan opened up a lot faster. After sending Wu Chiang home, Ning Yan left without a moment's hesitation. The stench of the car assaulted his face and made him nauseous.

She took out her key and opened the door. She wanted to ask Wu An about this, but she couldn't find him even after looking around for a long time. She remembered that she still had to meet Su Changming later. She quickly went to the bathroom to take a bath and change into a fresh skirt.

When Wu Chiang arrived at the restaurant, Su Changming sent her a message saying that the coach had something to discuss with him and would be late, so she found a corner to sit down at.

The lights in the restaurant were dim, and a beautiful piano piece was being played from the middle of the restaurant, which made him feel relaxed.

Wu Chi narrowed his eyes as he looked down at the surging traffic. It was 7: 30 in the evening, the peak hour of the traffic jam. The cars on the road were motionless, like a video of someone pressing a button. Su Changming was probably stuck on the road.

She stood up and went to the bathroom, hot sweat oozing out of her palms, sticky and uncomfortable.

When she finished washing her hands, she realized that the seat where she had originally been sitting was already occupied. She walked forward and was about to speak when the person who had been sitting there suddenly raised her head.