Fu Tingyuan was silent for a moment and stroked her face: "sleep."

Ronan lay in his arms and closed his eyes.

Outside the window, the autumn rain drops on the windowsill, and the whole world is quiet, just like her withered heart.

When Luonan first woke up, Fu Tingyuan had not left.

Tall and handsome man, with his back to her, is dressing. The morning sun falls on his small side face, which makes his beauty dazzling and dazzling.

Ronan walked over barefoot, took a tie from the hanger, raised her hand to tie it for him. Looking at the man's deep and charming face, she asked softly, "when will you come back from this trip? Just like last time, a week? "

Fu Tingyuan raised his hand and adjusted her broken hair, "almost."

Ronan first put on his tie, appreciated it with satisfaction, and then laughed, "I'll wait for you at home."

Fu Tingyuan leaned down and kissed her lips. His breath mingled. He whispered, "good."

Ronan raised his head and gave a little smile, "well."

Fu Tingyuan stroked her face, did not go, just looked at her for a while, then stretched out his hand to embrace her, pressed her in his arms, bowed his head and gently kisses her on the top of her hair: "when she is better, you don't need to visit her often, you will have more time to accompany you."

"I know." Ronan put his face on his chest. "She's important. You have failed her, so make up for it. I understand that. "

Fu Tingyuan looked down at her. Luonan's face was calm with a smile. She raised her hand and stroked his face: "I'm still a little sleepy. I can't take you to the airport later."

Fu Tingyuan nodded: "then I will go."

Luonan took a step back, waved to him, and watched Fu Tingyuan turn away from the bedroom.

She stood in place for a while, feeling cold from the center of her feet, turned to find slippers to put on.

She went over and took a cigarette out of the tea table and lit it. She took a strong breath. The pungent taste almost choked her tears. She coughed a few times against her lips, and then she went to the balcony and leaned on it.

Autumn morning with the chill of night dew, she was still wearing a summer Nightgown, was on the balcony, and soon her hands and feet were cold.

She watched Fu Tingyuan come out of the house and get into the car.

Slowly exhaled a cigarette, she silent smile.

It seems that I am really in a hurry. I have no time to eat breakfast.

She raised her hand, pressed the cigarette on the balcony, twisted it, then turned back to the bedroom, lifted the quilt and lay back again.

She gradually understood that she and Fu Tingyuan were not suitable.

listen to rain in rainy days, fall leaves and smell the Wutong tree. He love girls with such petty bourgeois sentiment.

Bai Xuesheng's voice is soft and cultivated. Even if he is not masked, it is difficult for luonanchu to have a bad feeling towards such a girl.

His eyes are naturally very good, so Bai Xuesheng must be as beautiful and moving as her voice.

It turned out that she had lost to such a woman.

At the moment, I don't feel embarrassed.

Luo Nanchu is so vulgar, boring and willful. After having a woman like Bai Xuesheng, it's no wonder Fu Tingyuan doesn't like it.

So no matter how hard she tried, she was just insulting herself.

The last bit of obsession seems to have disappeared. Ronan closed his eyes, curled up on the bed and gradually fell asleep again.