Chapter 1827

How can How can this be done. Do not want him to cook, do not want his sugar, even send a red rope such a small wish, all mercilessly refused.

It's not difficult to take over.

Don't you want to accept it and throw it away later?

But she refused to connect

The young man lowered his eyelashes, and his face was as white as ice and snow. His palm was covered with red rope, and he still tried to fight for the way: "it is very useful and safe."

The other side shook his head, "you wear it."

"I just want to thank you." There was a little pleading in the young man's eyes.

Yu Chu took a sip of tea, and her cold stomach was warmed by the tea. She held the water cup with a plain expression, "forget it, my boyfriend may think more about it."

For a moment in the room, it was terrifying.

She raised her eyes and looked at the person opposite.

He was staring at her, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire and water vapor. The burning emotion was like burning everything, and the dense water mist seemed to drown himself. This kind of look in the eye is very contradictory, let the girl have the momentary Zheng Leng.

"The clothes should be almost dry," she said, putting down her tea cup. "I'll get them for you."

This is a valedictory.

He did not move.

When the girl got up and left the table, he tightened his fingers bit by bit and took the red rope into his palm.

Yu Chu took the clothes, and the other party changed them quietly and cleverly. Her eyes fell on her face, curled her pale lips and showed a lovely and pure smile.

"Then I'll go." A soft goodbye.

Yu Chu nodded and closed the door.

But the boy behind the door did not leave, just looked at the closed door for a while, and suddenly bent his lips, and his young and lovely face seemed to be very brisk.

In the more and more red eye socket, he hoarse, brisk way, "I'm going."

The boy turned slowly and left.

The headache became more and more serious, and his emotion was out of control. Xunzhou frowned fiercely and walked slowly with the red rope. He felt sharp pain blocking his breath. He opened his lips and gasped.

After the corner of the phone booth, finally a little can not hold, the boy walked in, picked up the receiver.

After dialing his mother's number, he opened his lips, breathed very hard, and said in a low voice, "contact a psychologist for me."

On the other side of the phone, he asked nervously. A faint trance appeared between the delicate eyes and eyebrows of the young man. He said in a hoarse voice, "well, I seem to be There's a problem. "

When he hung up the phone and put the receiver on, he realized that his hand was shaking seriously. After looking for Zhou for a few seconds, he felt like he was Alzheimer's disease.

He supported the wall, slowly nest up, white and beautiful cheek, retracted into the black collar, like a milk cat, quietly looking at the outside world.

The red rope in the palm of my hand is still tightly held.

Finally, he got up slowly and walked out of the phone booth.

In the corner, red rope lies quietly.

…

A few days later.

In the quiet office, the sun is very good. There are documents on the desk. The psychiatrist sits behind the desk and looks at him warmly and peacefully, "hello."

The young man on the opposite side lowered his eyes and looked listless. His face was almost morbid, but he added a fragile aesthetic feeling to the white and lovely face.

The psychiatrist looked at it for a while and said with a smile, "can we talk?"

But the boy pursed his lips and turned his head to look at the room.

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