Rita urged him on the side, "Hurry up and get tired of the world, the driver is leaving." ”

The misanthropy heard that there was something wrong with Qingliu's voice, and Rita's voice instantly made him a little inexplicably irritable.

"Can you stop talking? Shut up, okay. ”

As soon as the voice fell, there was already a busy sound on the phone.

The misanthropic looked at the screen of the hung up phone in disbelief.

Liu'er, just hung up the phone with him?

Forget it, when Rita comes back from the hospital, it will be good to buy something delicious and coax it.

The taxi gradually moved out of sight, and Qingliu stood quietly, empty street.

Overhead, the sun was so strong that it was blinding.

The young man was slender and thin, his slender white fingers held two cups of cold drinks, and fine droplets of water evaporated from the walls of the iced cups, slowly flowing down the tips of the young man's fingers.

His eyes are like the surface of an ancient lake without waves, without a trace of unusual waves.

The homeless man passed by him, watching in amazement as he placed his unopened drink on the lid of the trash can.

"Are you going to throw it away? Can I drink it? ”

Qingliu turned his head slightly, glanced at the homeless man, and bowed his head slightly, "Yes." ”

He turned and walked away on his slender legs.

The homeless man looked at the drink with some confusion, the price was very expensive, and he said to himself, "Why did you throw away such an expensive drink?" ”

Qingliu's footsteps were faintly visible.

The voice dissipated in the breeze,

"Somewhat, Ice Hand."

The homeless man looked at the sky where the sun was shining, and the heat in the air made him sweat.

"Nerves better than me."

Misanthropy sends Rita to the hospital, where the doctor answers in the affirmative, saying that Rita's hand is fine.

Before Rita could turn around, she smiled at him.

The world-weary has been running out non-stop.

Rita turned back and called out to him, "Misanthropy." ”

The misanthropy did not stop.

Rita took a deep breath and shouted at his back, "I fought hard to get to the World League for you." ”

This time, the footsteps of the misanthropy stopped.

He turned, his red hair dazzling in the pale golden sunlight.

"Really?"

Rita gently flicked her long blonde hair and looked at him with a gentle smile, "yes." ”

He'll be moved.

As a result, the world-weary sneered, and shook his hair flamboyantly, "Then you, you really didn't pursue it." ”

The expression on Rita's face froze.

The misanthropy has gone without looking back.

Rita shouted angrily, "Misanthropy! ”

The answer to him was the figure of the boy who disappeared around the corner.

At this time, the doctor took the medicine and was about to wipe his hands, but was slapped away by Rita: "Get out, you don't need it." ”

Misanthropy obviously doesn't hate boys anymore.

Why don't you like yourself.

Qingliu, his subordinates defeated in the World League, no matter what aspect, obviously can't compare to himself.

And misanthropy, obviously a foil for a round of tours, actually ignored himself like this?

Didn't he say that he likes the strong?

The boy who loved competition and was loyal to competition at the beginning, why has it changed now?

After the misanthropy got out of the hospital, he immediately called Qingliu.

As expected, the clear stream is not connected.

Get.

This time it's really a bit of a game.

He was just afraid that his brain was kicked by a donkey, so he actually released the pigeon.

The world-weary lowered his eyes and sent a voice on WeChat.

In the end, I still didn't get a reply from Qingliu.

Finished.

There was a premonition that something was wrong.

The world-weary quickly pulled his legs and rushed towards the ...... A restaurant.

I ordered a bunch of dishes that Qingliu likes to eat, and quickly packed them back to the hotel.

When Qingliu was in the bathroom, he heard his mobile phone ringing outside the door.

He guessed that it was the little brute calling, and subconsciously wiped his hands with a towel, and wanted to go out to answer the phone when he opened the door.

His fingers were on the doorknob, and his eyes flashed with a strange brilliance.

I easily opened the doorknob and continued to take a shower.

There was a non-stop doorbell ringing outside the door, and Qingliu unhurriedly put the towel on top of his head, and reached out to take off the pure white bathrobe on the hanger and wrap it around his body.

Then he went out and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, the panting misanthropy outside the door rushed in.

Straight into his arms, the world-weary energy is like a little bull, and his chest hurts slightly.

Qingliu stabilized his world-weary figure and looked at him with some surprise with low eyes.

"What's the hurry?"

The world-weary narrowed his eyes and looked directly at him, "You...... Why don't you answer my phone? ”

Qingliu pointed to the wide bathrobe on his body, and said innocently, "I was just taking a bath." ”

Misanthropy: "......"

"Okay, okay." The world-weary ran sweating profusely, and quickly got into the house, and the air conditioner was turned on in the room, which was very comfortable.

The misanthropy turned to Qingliu and said, "I bought you something to eat." ”

Qingliu hummed and sat down across the table.

The soft snow-white towel was placed on the wet black hair, the skin of Qingliu who had just taken a bath was as white as jade, and the cheeks that evaporated from the heat were a little crimson.

The world-weary lowered his eyes slightly.

Neither of them mentioned what happened at the crossroads.

Misanthropy is a rough character, he thinks that he thinks too much, and Qingliu is not actually angry.

And he began to eat quietly and in harmony.

Qingliu simply ate two bites and put down his chopsticks.

The misanthropy raised his eyes to look at him, "What's wrong?" ”

Qingliu stretched out his hand to turn on the TV and replied lightly, "I'm not hungry." ”

The misanthropic looked at the freshly colored and tender food, which was exuding a faint fragrance, and then looked at the people who looked like cold snowy mountains, "Is it that I bought it not delicious?" ”

Qingliu casually pressed on the remote control, "No, I'm not hungry." ”

The world-weary frowned, and he put down his chopsticks himself.

He picked up his phone and opened the interface for ordering takeout.

"What do you want to eat, I'll order it for you."

Qingliu put the remote control heavily on the table.

The voice was a little cold, "I said, I'm not hungry." ”

Misanthropic and stupid, looking at him a little blankly.

The red hair was lying on top of his head, his eyes were dazed, and he looked at Qingliu at a loss.

"Liu'er, you ......"

Qingliu suddenly sighed heavily.

I got up and left the table.

The misanthropy looked at a table of barely touched rice.

Hung his head in frustration.

A faint voice came from his ear, "Come here." ”

Qingliu leaned against the door of the room, the loose bathrobe was loosely tied around the waist, revealing the delicate collarbone line, and the black hair was wet on the beautiful and clean eyebrows.

The misanthropic looked at him, got up from his position, and walked up to him obediently.

Qingliu stared at the little beast quietly and whispered, "I'm a little angry with the world. ”

The misanthropic looked at him a little speechless.

He asked, "Do you know you're wrong?" ”

The misanthropy hung his head, gently pulled his bathrobe, and whispered: "I was too nervous and didn't think about it at the time, don't be angry, okay." ”

Qingliu played with the loose belt in the palm of his hand.

"It's up to you to behave."