Ling Zhen was carrying a small backpack, and this time he left very aboveboard.
What she said was very clear, Wei Xi understood and didn't stop her.
...how to stop
Do you want to lock people up again
Ling Zhen is ignorant and innocent, but not stupid. Indeed he was pushing her.
Wei Xi knew that her illness had never been better, and the germs even grew more and more in the process of getting her little by little.
Gloomy and dark things are always lurking in every corner of the body. Violence and paranoia naturally induce him to become a perpetrator. It is something left to him by the genes he hated and rejected since childhood.
Wei Xi didn't want to bring those things to Ling Zhen at all. Regarding his past, that disgusting memory, he didn't let Ling Zhen touch it at all.
But he was defeated by nature for the second time.
Bites her and tears the girl's skirt.
like livestock.
But this time, the little girl didn't avoid him like a snake and ran away in a hurry. She shed tears and cried aggrievedly, but she still left a door for him.
Wei Xi sat quietly for a while, then stood up and walked to the French window.
Ling Zhen just walked out of the building door, carrying a square backpack, looking so obedient from behind.
She walked a few steps, stopped suddenly, and turned to look at the window of her own floor.
Across a long distance, the eyes of the two seemed to meet.
Ling Zhen stared at the figure for a while, then grabbed the backpack strap, turned around and walked out of the community with small steps.
Zheng Qianqian welcomed Ling Zhen's stay.
She had just left the film crew, and her career and relationship were in a blank period. At this time, a sweet little girl came to her house to play with her. How interesting it was, it was like raising a kitten.
Ling Zhen told her to go directly from the dance troupe at night, and Zheng Qianqian was very happy on the phone, saying that she would cook to show off her skills at night.
Only then did Ling Zhen smile.
But after getting in the taxi, she thought of the slender and lonely figure behind the floor-to-ceiling windows again, and her heart became dull again.
Fortunately, you don't have to think about anything while dancing. Ling Zhen recently continued to make up his favorite dance, discussing exercises with Xiaomeng Songling and the others, learning from each other, and the day passed quickly.
In the evening, everyone finished their day's training and left one by one.
Ling Zhen carried his bag on his back, and walked out of the building with Gu Xiaomeng.
After leaving the gate, Gu Xiaomeng suddenly tugged at Ling Zhen's sleeve, and said with a smile: "Sister Zhenzhen, Mr. Wei is here to pick you up!"
Ling Zhen looked in the direction she pointed. On the other side of the road, Wei Xi stood there silently, looking at her.
Ling Zhen knew that she wasn't here to pick her up.
Wei Xi came to pick her up so many times, each time at the gate of the dance troupe, but this time he stood there far away.
Ling Zhen looked away, put on his mask, and said to Gu Xiaomeng: "I'm not going home today, I'll take the bus with you."
"Huh??" Gu Xiaomeng was a little strange, but he had no choice but to follow Ling Zhen forward.
After walking for a while, she glanced back quietly, and then whispered to Ling Zhen, "Sister Zhenzhen, he's still here..."
The man didn't come over, but followed silently.
Ling Zhen followed Gu Xiaomeng all the way to the bus station. Suddenly, he saw a paper bag on a chair at the station with a familiar logo on it.
She took a closer look and found that it contained the little dinosaur pillow she usually likes to hug when she sleeps, and her bear blindfold.
With a hook of Ling Zhen's thin white fingers, he picked up the bag.
Gu Xiaomeng was shocked again: "Sister Zhenzhen, is this yours?"
"Well," Ling Zhen replied, and he caught a glimpse of someone looking at him from the corner of his eye, and whispered, "It's mine."
Gu Xiaomeng's house and Zheng Qianqian's house were in the same direction, they got on the same bus and sat down in the back row.
When the car drove away, Gu Xiaomeng glanced at the window and turned around: "Boss Wei is gone."
Ling really knows.
Wei Xi didn't come to pick her up, he came to see her off.
Holding the paper bag in his arms, Ling Zhen hummed softly in his heart.
After a stop, Ling Zhen's cell phone rang, she picked it up to check, it was a WeChat message.
Wei Xi: [Remember to go to bed early. ]
It was a simple and common word, but when Ling Zhen thought of the man standing on the side of the road, watching her bus go away, and then typed these four words, his heart suddenly felt a little sour.
Wei Xi sent her a message and waited for a while, but there was no reply.
He lowered his eyelashes, paused for a moment, then turned and walked towards the car parked on the side of the road.
He started the car and was about to drive out when the phone suddenly beeped softly.
Wei Xi tightened his grip on the steering wheel, stopped, and took out his phone.
Ling Zhen replied the message.
Did not speak.
But sent him a small, pink flower.
In the evening, Zheng Qianqian warmly welcomed Ling Zhen wearing an apron.
The single woman's high-end apartment is the same as Ling Zhen's house. It is a large flat floor. It is cleaned very cleanly. The style is very similar to Zheng Qianqian herself. It is simple and concise, but there are also many interesting gadgets.
Ling Zhen put the backpack in the room that Zheng Qianqian cleaned up for her, and turned to help in the kitchen.
"No, no, let me do it—" Zheng Qianqian wanted her to go out and sit and play.
Ling Zhen: "I'm bored sitting by myself, so I happened to steal some food from Sister Qianqian—how is this beef made?"
After more than forty minutes, four dishes and one soup were brought to the table.
Ling Zhen served the rice, set the chopsticks, and then stood by the table and waited. Zheng Qianqian came out with a stack of side dishes and saw her, she smiled: "Why are you so obedient?"
Like a child who is a guest at someone else's house, he must follow his mother's teachings, be polite and know what to do.
Zheng Qianqian pushed her onto the chair with one hand, "Don't be so restrained, you were not so polite when we were filming."
Only then did Ling Zhen relax, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating.
All the dishes were home-cooked, but they tasted good. Ling Zhen ate a small bowl of rice and leaned on the back of the chair rubbing his stomach.
Zheng Qianqian served her a bowl of soup, put it in front of her, and then said, "What's the matter, can you tell me? Why did you run away from home suddenly?"
Holding the soup bowl in his hands, Ling Zhen bit the rim of the white porcelain bowl with his teeth, and said vaguely, "It's not that I ran away from home."
Zheng Qianqian raised her eyebrows.
"I told him where I was going, and he knew I was here." Ling Zhen whispered.
Zheng Qianqian became even more curious. No matter how they looked at it, Mr. Wei didn't look like he would put someone here, not to mention that after the last "big health care", she felt that her credibility with Mr. Wei had plummeted.
"Have you quarreled again? Didn't you say yes last time, you should take the initiative."
Ling Zhen got angry when he mentioned this, and put down the soup bowl: "I took the initiative, I even kissed him!" But seriously.
Zheng Qianqian showed a gratified smile like an old mother: "That's not bad, you Mr. Wei is not a beast. Sexy?"
The corners of the little girl's mouth were still red, and there were traces of her invisible shame. She showed an aggrieved expression.
sent.
Super fierce! !
Ling Zhen lowered his feather-like eyelashes, briefly described what Wei Xi did, and then said in a low voice: "He really has violent tendencies, right?"
But the elder sister who had experienced everything in the opposite side showed a complex expression of shock with a little subtlety and sympathy with a hint of envy after listening to it.
Zheng Qianqian coughed, and said, "Well...some men, in this kind of thing, are indeed more intense..."
Ling Zhen was stunned: "?"
"Of course, it's definitely not right for him to do this. After all, your experience is not comfortable. There is nothing wrong with you coming out! Mr. Wei really needs to reflect on it," Zheng Qianqian paused, and then said: "But I listened to your description, he It shouldn't be to the point of losing his mind, and he stopped in the end. So... I think it is important to understand why he is like this, and then solve the root cause of the problem."
Ling Zhen blinked.
Sissy is right, she also wants to solve the problem. Let Wei Xi reflect on herself, in fact, she also needs a little time to sort it out.
What Wei Xi wants, and what she can give.
After finishing the meal, Ling Zhen took the initiative to clean up the dishes and bring them to the kitchen. But Zheng Qianqian refused to let her do the laundry, and pushed the person out: "You can walk around the house, or go collect your things."
Ling Zhen couldn't hold back her, so he had to leave the kitchen. But she didn't go far. After a while, she lay on the wall outside the kitchen, showing her small head, and called her, "Sister Sissy."
Zheng Qianqian looked up: "Huh?"
The little girl's cheeks were slightly red, her almond eyes were full, and she was a little shy: "A lot of men...will be so fierce?"
Zheng Qianqian was stunned for a moment, and then said: "No—hey!!"
How can this be explained? She also had the feeling that she was leading the children badly.
After thinking about it, Zheng Qianqian said: "There is no probability of this happening, if it happens, it happens."
"Oh," Ling Zhen nodded, feeling a little distressed, "Then I'm really unlucky."
The little girl turned and left. Zheng Qianqian washed a plate and put it on the shelf, straightened up, and sighed.
What's unlucky! The best that mature women and big sisters can't get! !
— A full man does not know a hungry man is hungry! !
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In the evening, Ling Zhen took a shower, changed into her pajamas, then lay down under the quilt, and hugged her little dinosaur pillow.
There is also the scent of her bed on the little dinosaur, which smells very reassuring.
Ling Zhen smelled the fragrant smell and quickly fell asleep.
Unexpectedly, it was a peaceful night.
Early the next morning, she was awakened by the sky light outside the window, turned over and sat up.
The house was very quiet, and Zheng Qianqian hadn't gotten up yet. Ling Zhen went to wash up, changed his clothes, and planned to go out to buy breakfast.
She pushed open the door, and suddenly saw a big white paper bag on the ground outside the door.
Ling Zhen froze for a moment, then subconsciously looked around.
There was no one in the corridor, and the doors of every house were closed.
She held on to the doorknob for a moment before she went out, bent down, picked up the paper bag, and went back into the house.
Zheng Qianqian also woke up when Ling Zhen opened the door. She rubbed her eyes and came out, and saw the big paper bag she was carrying: "Record X? Did you buy it in the morning?"
Ling Zhen opened his mouth, it wasn't Sissi who ordered it, it really was...
Zheng Qianqian came over, took the bag to the table, opened it and looked at it.
X Ji's morning tea was packaged in boxes and was still hot. At a glance, there are curry fish balls, chicken feet in black bean sauce, golden quicksand buns, and the most famous shrimp dumpling sold one by one. There are more than a dozen boxes stacked to the brim, and it costs less than a thousand dollars.
She stared: "Let's have breakfast, it doesn't have to be so grand, right?"
Ling Zhen lowered his eyes: "It seems to be sent by Wei Xi."
Zheng Qianqian was even more surprised.
Then she went to wash and change clothes, and sat at the table with her hands clasped together: "It's really shiny, thank you Mr. Wei for your hospitality."
Ling Zhen took a bite of the quicksand bag. The outer skin was soft, and the filling inside was soft and rustling. The salty and milky flavors were intertwined, very sweet and delicious.
She glanced down and received another message on her phone.
Wei Xi: [Eat while it's hot. ]
Ling Zhen swallowed the quicksand bag, then moved his fingers.
Another small pink flower appeared.
In the next few days, something like this always appeared outside the door.
On the morning of the fourth day, Zheng Qianqian picked up a bag from the door of her room and said, "The shop on the corner of the street sells double-brewed dumplings? There are huge queues for this every day-I haven't bought it for two years since I moved here. "
With his hands behind his back, Ling Zhen patted the pocket on his buttocks.
After a while, I picked up the phone and sent the seventh little pink flower.
On the other side, Wei Xi just drove to the company.
After receiving this flower, his new day begins.
Wei Xi tapped the screen with his fingertips, then put away his phone, opened the car door and walked out.
The work of the new quarter has started, and there is a lot to do. There was a high-level meeting at ten o'clock. Wei Xi didn't go back to the office, but went directly to the conference room.
It's not time yet, and the entire meeting room is empty. Wei Xi sat alone on the leather chair, staring blankly indifferently.
This is what Zhao Yan saw when he walked in.
There was no expression on the man's cold and white face, and his dark eyes were fixed on a certain point in the void. There was a slight sense of gloom, but it was not heavy.
Zhao Yan tentatively asked: "Mr. Wei?... What are you doing?"
Wei Xi said lightly: "Reflect."
Zhao Yan: "?? Ah?"
Wei Xi lowered his eyes and didn't say any more.
The house was quiet for four days, Ling Zhen asked him to reflect on himself, and Wei Xi was really reflecting on it.
Sex and reason are always at odds.
**I want the little girl to stay with him forever, don't look at other men, don't think about leaving, but reason is watching coldly, and ask him, why does the person who hurt her twice have her forever
Even he himself loathes his own blood.
Bacteria grows in the black soil of self-loathing, but every time...
Every time, there will be a small pink flower planted gently.
She is the best little girl in the world, so good that she doesn't belong in this dirty world. Got pain and tears from him, but still wanted to redeem him.
like a light.
So Wei Xi understood a little bit.
Follow the light, embrace her, trust her. Surrender yourself to the light.
A week later, in the dialogue between Ling Zhen and Wei Xi, there were twenty small flowers accumulated.
Behind these little flowers, there are the breakfast he bought, the clothes he sent, the rainy day's advice, and many good nights.
Before going to bed, Ling Zhen flipped through the chat records, the corners of his lips pursed slightly.
She never thought before that Wei Xi's coaxing is so long and gentle.
The most intense part of his character was cut open for her to see, the dark and paranoid side, from the very beginning, from the time Ling Zhen didn't know him, she knew it.
But such a person has been learning to be gentle.
Ling Zhen hugged his legs beside the bed, his knees pressed against his chest. The broken skin had already formed a shallow scab, and after taking a few baths, there were only a few inconspicuous marks left.
She was a little sleepy, but she was still waiting.
Wei Xi's "good night" is probably coming soon.
Ling Zhen waited for a while, then lay on his side on the bed, holding the phone in his hand.
The room was quiet, and the flickering frequency of her eyelashes was getting lower and lower. Just when her eyes were about to close, the phone "ding dong".
Ling Zhen opened his eyes and raised his little hand.
It was Wei Xi's message, but he didn't say good night.
This time he said—
I miss you.
Xing Li hadn't seen his young artists for a while, so he happened to drive to Qingxi because he had few things to do this day.
Wei Xi was in the office, Xing Li knocked on the door and walked in.
"Is Ling really busy recently?" Xing Li sat down on the sofa, "No, should I ask if both of you are busy? There is a variety show, and I want to ask your opinions."
Wei Xi put down his pen and raised his eyes: "She's busy."
Xing Li rubbed his chin: "That variety show is quite idle, not the kind of running around and playing games."
Wei Xi nodded slightly, a trace of restraint flashed in his black eyes.
"Then you can ask her out," Wei Xi said, "Appointment until... forget it, I'll send you the address later."
Xing Li: "?"
I date or you date?
Ling Zhen was a little embarrassed when he received the call from Xing Li. She has been "not doing business" for too long, and she has forgotten that her original main business is still a small artist.
Xing Li really understands her very well, Ling Zhen has always been grateful and respectful to him.
"Oh, ok—" Ling Zhen nodded obediently while holding up his mobile phone, "It's in Yulifang, right? The one on xx Road... um, ok, I'll see Teacher Xing then."
Ling Zhen remembered the appointment with Teacher Xing in the evening, so he left the dance troupe early today. That store is quite close to Zheng Qianqian's house, so it's very convenient for her to go there. Ling Zhen went back and changed his clothes first, and then put on light makeup politely.
After talking to Zheng Qianqian, she went out and walked to the Royal Pear House.
After entering the store, Ling Zhen wore a mask and said to the waiter at the front desk: "I want to find a private room reserved by Mr. Xing."
The waiter first stared at her half delicate face, then searched around the reservation list, and after reading it twice, he suddenly said "ahhh! Mr. Xing ordered it—you this way please."
The box is the innermost one on the second floor, very quiet. Ling Zhen walked to the door, straightened his hair, and then knocked lightly on the door.
No one answered.
Ling really thought: Is Teacher Xing still here
She glanced at the door plate above her head again, and it was indeed this one, so she pushed the door open.
Inside the door, beside the pear wood round table, sat a certain man whom he hadn't seen for a week.
Wei Xi raised his eyes slightly and landed on her with slight enthusiasm.
Ling Zhen squeezed the doorknob tightly. She has a sense of surprise but not surprise.
For a few seconds, no one spoke.
Seeing that she didn't come in, Wei Xi's eyes darkened, and then he said, "Come in, I'll leave later."
There was a hint of loneliness in his tone, Ling Zhen blinked, feeling sore in his heart.
Wei Xi lifted the lid of the copper pot on the table, and a sweet fragrance spread out.
"They cook the pear soup in advance, drink it while it's hot, it's good for the throat."
After speaking, Wei Xi stood up.
At this time, Ling Zhen stepped into the private room with his toes, then walked in with his whole body, and closed the door behind him.
The voice behind the mask was muffled: "Haven't you thought about it yet?"
Wei Xi was taken aback.
Then while looking at her, he sat back slowly: "Think about it."
Ling Zhen touched the toes of his little high-heeled shoes, then walked over, pulled the chair next to him farther away, and sat down.
"Where's Teacher Xing?" She looked towards the door.
Wei Xi: "Come later."
Or maybe not.
Wei Xi poured her a cup of pear soup and pushed it to Ling Zhen's hand. Ling Zhen took it and drank it in small sips.
The man waited on the side, and when she finished drinking, he said softly: "Are you still angry?"
The voice was low and gentle, like every message he sent these days.
Ling Zhen put down his cup, wiped his mouth, and stared at him with bright eyes.
The man who is usually so cold that people dare not look directly at him, but when facing the small and delicate girl, even his voice is restrained.
She is checking the acceptance and wants his reflection results.
"I... am reflecting on my bad personality, I will change it." Wei Xi said slowly, "I will trust you in the future, listen to you, and if I hurt you again,"
His voice didn't sound like a joke: "Just let me die badly, okay?"
Ling Zhen shivered from the coldness in his voice, subconsciously shouted: "What are you talking about!"
Who wants him to die!
The little girl frowned, looked up at him, and said after a while: "Wei Xi, let me ask you."
Wei Xi straightened his back slightly: "Yes."
Ling Zhen looked at him: "That day, if I didn't stop, would you really do anything to me?"
Rip her skirt and go on.
Wei Xi said hoarsely: "... no."
He does have the vicious gene left by his father in his bones, but he is not willing to do anything to her. The moment she cried out for pain, he woke up.
"I promise." He said softly.
But Wei Xi didn't know whether the little girl in front of him would believe him.
Ling Zhen's bright eyes stared at his face for a long time, until Wei Xi couldn't help it, she opened her mouth quietly.
"My mouth still hurts."
With this sentence, the previously tense cold energy dissipated, and the delicate air was revealed from the inside.
"The skin is all broken, it hurt even more that day," Ling Zhen looked at him with his mouth curled up, "the flesh also hurts, it hurts so much."
The tip of Wei Xi's heart was scorched, and he restrained himself from hugging her, and said in a low voice, "I'll let you call me back, okay?"
Ling Zhen stared at almond eyes, she didn't hit people.
Now that I've said this, let's just solve the problem today. She is also very annoying.
Ling Zhen bit his lip, and he tossed a sentence back and forth in his heart, and finally said it: "Wei Xi, are you a little unconfident?"
This is incredible.
Obviously he has been in a high position for a long time, outstanding, strong, and has all the capital to be proud of. But he was so afraid of her being abducted by others that he seemed to be going crazy.
Wei Xi was slightly taken aback.
"You're not the only one who is introspecting, I also think carefully," the little girl was aggrieved and serious, "What you want is a sense of security. If you don't, you'll go crazy."
"Then I thought about it. It seems that only I can give you the sense of security you want."
After Ling Zhen finished speaking, he instinctively wanted to cover his face.
It's embarrassing to admit that you have a huge influence on others.
But she held back, and facing the man's dark eyes, said softly: "I don't like Teacher Wen."
Wei Xi's jaw tightened.
The drink spokesperson on the table is Shen Yanchu, Ling Zhen pointed at that villain: "I don't like him either."
Ling Zhen leaned back, thought for a while, and added: "Oh, I don't like Gu Wei either."
The whole body of the man in front of him was tense, and his sight could almost burn him.
The pear soup was cold, but the sweetness was stronger and evaporated in the air.
The heat on Ling Zhen's cheeks rose slightly.
"Wei Xi." She called him.
"Um… ?"
"I'm not a scumbag," Ling Zhen's eyes were bright and his lips were rosy, "I'll be responsible to you after I kiss you."
Wei Xi was almost dead from being hanged by her, and there was almost a smell of blood in his throat.
She saw how much he endured: "You said you missed me?"
Wei Xi's voice tightened: "Yes."
The little girl pursed her lips, and finally stretched out her two thin arms:
"Then give you a hug."
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