"Do you want to be coaxed?"
Seeing Song Yu's expression suddenly change, Xu Qiao picked up the cat with one hand, walked back, and pushed the door into the office.
As soon as he entered the door, he was hugged tightly by someone. His eyes trembled. There was an orange cat hanging on his arm. The kitten was frightened by the sudden collision, meowed twice, and turned around to get off.
Xu Qiao hugged Song Yu, then placed the kitten on the table next to her. He held her in his arms and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
He looked up and saw a doctor in a white coat standing not far away with his hands in his pockets. He looked at him with a complicated expression. He looked at the doctor with a questioning look, "Is it over?"
Duan Qin: "......"
She nodded, thinking it would be better to let these two people solve this matter themselves.
During this whole process, Song Yu was eerily quiet. Xu Qiao thought she was acting abnormally because she was stimulated by the psychological counseling she had today. He hugged her while sitting in the car and observed her condition from time to time.
At this moment, Song Yu's thoughts were like pieces of paper falling from the sky, complicated and chaotic, almost drowning her.
How could Xu Qiao be 305? It seems that two people whose life trajectories don’t overlap even a millimeter, how can they be equated?
A warm big hand reached out and squeezed her palm, and then a voice whispered in her ear, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
She turned her head and met a handsome face, who was staring at her very seriously, as if trying to figure out what was wrong with her.
Those eyes were full of her reflection, and she could even see the dull expression on her face in those pupils that were as clear as a mirror.
She looked carefully at the face and eyes in front of her.
Unconsciously, Song Yu stretched out his hand to cover the lower half of the man's face, revealing only the sharp eyebrows and eyes. He looked like this for a long time, and then the hand covering the lower half of the face slowly moved down, first to the high nose bridge, and then to the light-colored lips of moderate thickness.
Song Yu had imagined such a face nearly a hundred times in his dreams, on paper, and in his mind using those eyes, but human imagination is ultimately no match for the Creator's outstanding talent. When he actually saw such a face, it was as if a switch in his brain was turned on, and he suddenly realized that, yes, he should look like this.
Xu Qiao, who noticed Song Yu's strange behavior, said nothing. He just stood there quietly, allowing Song Yu to gesture on his face.
Little did she know that at this time, Song Yu was watching silently, but her hands were always controlling herself from grabbing his collar. Hahaha, it's okay, she told herself, it's just that she has been deceived by a man for so long, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
There must be a reason why he doesn't tell me, right?
She recited silently in the car for more than ten minutes. The mineral water bottle in her hand was slightly deformed by her. When she got off the car, Song Yu felt that she had finally held it in.
She sat on the sofa in Xu Qiao's house, and glanced at the puzzle pieces scattered on the table that she had left behind when she left. Then she turned around and saw her tablet, hairband, and e-reader thrown casually on the sofa. The whole room was a mess with her things.
So she stood up and silently took apart the puzzle that was already half completed and stuffed it into the box, then packed the things into her bag.
This was the scene Xu Qiao saw when he came out of the bathroom. Song Yu was bending over to pack her things, putting them into her bag one by one, as if she couldn't wait to leave his house.
He paused, his eyes darkened, and he walked over and asked softly, "What are you doing?"
Song Yu was packing up without stopping, looking calm, "I'm packing up."
"You have to leave." He said it with certainty.
"Yes," she answered quickly, then turned around and raised her head slightly and asked, "Is there a problem with me going back to my own home?"
"No." Xu Qiao looked at the room that was originally filled and was almost emptied bit by bit, and said stiffly, "You can't take all these things with you in a short time. Can you leave some for tomorrow?"
"No."
The person behind her didn't say anything else. Song Yu turned around and saw Xu Qiao standing silently at the door, his feet rooted to the ground, standing there motionless, watching her clean up.
Seeing her turn around and look at him, he seemed to think she was not leaving, and the expression on his face relaxed slightly.
"Stand over there if you're okay, then come and help me clean up."
Okay, my face is frozen again.
After packing up the things, it was actually not as exaggerated as Xu Qiao said. There were only two bags. Song Yu watched Xu Qiao staring at the two bags, as if he wanted to pour out all the things in the next second and then stick them firmly to the floor of his house with glue, so that no one could take away.
She laughed heartily, but remained calm as she put on her bag and was about to leave. She bent down and tried to pick up the little orange cat that was rubbing against her legs.
However, she never expected that when she lowered her head, the yellow and furry little thing had disappeared from the ground. When she looked closely again, she saw that it was held in Xu Qiao's hand and meowing.
"?" She looked at him in confusion.
"I picked this up." Xu Qiao reminded her kindly.
"But you told me to raise it in the car."
"I won't give it to you now." Xu Qiao said expressionlessly.
"You can come to my house anytime."
"......" Song Yu left with his bag. He didn't want it. He could pick up a better-looking kitten by himself.
When she returned home, the house was empty and Lan Lin had already left.
She took off her bag, lay on the bed and began to recall the expression Xu Qiao had just given her, which was full of resentment and unwillingness.
When he left, he reminded her to go see the cat when she had time. He was just like an old widower.
Song Yu couldn't help but lie on the bed and laugh for most of the day. It was really funny to see Xu Qiao being humiliated. It was his fault for hiding it from her. The two of them even kissed so many times under such circumstances.
As she was thinking, her hand touched her lips. Recalling those fantastic scenes, Song Yu's first reaction was trance. She actually kissed 305.
It was so unreal that she almost thought it was a dream. Her slender white fingers gently pressed her lips, as if trying to find the feeling of lips being fiercely pressed by another lip, trying to confirm that this was not a dream.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang, interrupting her scattered thoughts. The message was from the male protagonist just now. [Xu Qiao: Picture]
She clicked on it and saw a photo of a little orange cat sleeping in its cat bed, and the photo was a little blurry.
"..." This person asked him to give the cat, but he refused. What's the point of posting this photo now? Is he tempting her?
Although he thought so, Song Yu still couldn't help but enlarge the photo and look at it again and again. However, until he was about to fall asleep, Song Yu didn't reply to his message.
After taking a shower, Song Yu came out and lay straight on the bed. He tossed and turned until 2 a.m. and couldn't fall asleep. His brain kept thinking about how to expose this matter.
Even though she had thought of many plans during the day, she eventually gave up because they might not meet her expectations. What if Xu Qiao didn't respond?
Thinking of this, Song Yu lost all sleepiness. He sat up from the bed, his hair disheveled on his shoulders. He grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, then took the key and went downstairs.
She did not leave the community, but just walked around the community. People who came home late thought she was a drunk, and they began to cover their mouths and noses and quicken their pace from a distance.
"..." She turned around speechlessly and saw the man who passed by her quickly with his nose covered with disgust. She couldn't help but said in a slightly louder voice to the man's quickly leaving back, "...Big brother, don't worry, I haven't drunk."
As soon as these words were spoken, the elder brother's back walked even faster.
"......" Song Yu turned on his toes and headed in the direction his elder brother was going, trying to catch up with him and explain to him that he was not so unethical, but the man quickly crossed the bend in front and disappeared.
She continued to follow without giving up. It was a big bend, and there were lush trees beside the road, which almost blocked her view in front of her. The dim street lights shone through the gaps between the leaves, and were dotted on the red brick floor. She lowered her head and looked at the back of her feet that were reflected by the light. For a moment, she felt that her vision was strange and she thought she had entered some magical fairy tale world.
She walked forward with her head down along the red bricks that were shining with stars, forgetting her purpose and just moving forward. Suddenly, a soft cat's cry came from the front, with a little panting. It was an orange kitten with its orange tail raised high in excitement. It jumped a few steps and ran over, calling sweetly and rubbing against her trouser leg.
Song Yu picked her up from the ground with great surprise. She looked exactly like the kitten he picked up during the day. But as soon as he touched her head, he realized something was wrong. There was a leash around her neck, and the long rope was connected to the bend in front. This was a cat with an owner.
At the end of the long rope, the green rope was thinly wrapped around the man's slender white joints, like a dangerous snake. On the cold white wrist was a nail-shaped bracelet that shone with silver light.
She looked up from that wrist, and saw a tall figure hidden in the darkness, looking down at her. His gaze slowly shifted from the kitten in her arms to her expressionless face. "If I don't give it to you, are you going to snatch it away?"
"...I thought no one wanted this." As soon as he finished speaking, the leash was shaken by someone, "No one wants this?"
A rebellious heart arose in Song Yu's heart. She pried Xu Qiao's hand apart and grabbed the leash into her own hand. She said in a stern tone, "Then I will take it away. What can you do about it?"
"..." Xu Qiao was stunned and whispered, "I don't know if I should grab a good one."
The two people stood there silently, neither of them showing any intention of moving. The kitten felt uncomfortable in his arms and struggled to get down. Song Yu squatted down and put her down, holding the rope tightly in his hand as if he was afraid that someone would suddenly snatch it away.
Xu Qiao looked down at it, then said calmly, "I'll bring you the things I bought for it tomorrow."
"You're giving it to me now?" Song Yu was originally touching the kitten's fur on the ground, and when he heard this he couldn't help but ask.
"You're not sleeping at 2 a.m. and you're running out to steal a cat." Xu Qiao said in a calm voice, "If I don't give it to you, what if you sneak over here in the middle of the night and burn my house down?"
"What about you?" Song Yu realized something was wrong. "You're out walking the cat at 2 a.m.? And you even sneaked into my neighborhood? Do you have an access card?"
"have."
"Where did it come from?"
"The security guard recognized me." Xu Qiao looked at Song Yu and paused, "He thought...we were a couple, and I came here in the middle of the night to comfort you after we had a fight."
Song Yu tugged at his hair and turned his eyes away. "Then this gentleman really made a mistake. Who would come here specifically to coax someone in the middle of the night?"
"Then what are you doing here so late?" Song Yu looked at the kitten happily playing with the leash under his feet, "Could it be..."
"To comfort you."
What?
Xu Qiao looked at her with a kind look, "Didn't you just ask who would come over to coax someone in the middle of the night? I can do it."
"Do you want to be coaxed?"
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