
Angie's house has a dark theme overall.
It fits perfectly with the feelings Angie has personally given others.
When she arrives, Angie has tied herself up to overcome her drug addiction.
Su Huiqing saw that he was suffering too much and dropped it just like that.
When Angie woke up again, it was late.
“You're the first person to come to my house.” Angie changed her clothes and walked out. He wanted to pour a glass of wine for Su Huiqing, but thinking that Su Huiqing was still in high school, he turned it into milk.
Su Huiqing looked at him and said calmly, “It looks like you stopped very effectively.”
Angie was stunned for a moment before she laughed softly. “Yes. Thank you for sending me an inhibitor recently. ”
An inhibitor?
Su Huiqing was momentarily shocked.
Then he turned his gaze and attached it to the green gum that was placed on Angie's desk.
It was unlabeled, clearly an adjustable inhibitor.
In the past, Su Huiqing had often seen this thing, so he would not be wrong.
However, he did not give Angie any inhibitors. Other than herself, Su Huiqing could only think of Yu Shijin.
In the same vein, Su Huiqing also suddenly thought of that “Fifteen”.
These few days, because of Grandpa Yu, he had almost forgotten about this matter.
He looked down. A light flashed in his bright eyes.
Some of those coincidences make sense.Otherwise, it's no longer a coincidence.
Angie lit a cigarette, her pretty face looked a little lost. “Nona Su, do you think there is a future for people like me?”
Su Huiqing inhaled these normal—cigarettes without any additional additives.
He looked towards Angie and narrowed his eyes slightly, forming an elegant arch. “Sister Angie, some trips are meant to be done alone.”
If someone doesn't even believe in themselves, who else?
Angie's a little pouty. Ever since they first met, he had already felt that this girl younger than him was too deep.
“Nona Su, can you talk about yourself?” He flicked his cigarette ash, suddenly feeling full of curiosity towards Su Huiqing.
Others said they had similar experiences.
What kind of circumstances could such a character produce in Su Huiqing?
The air had clearly turned silent.
Su Huiqing held his gaze.
His icy fingers were still stuck in the milk glass.
Angie regretted it when she asked. He opened his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, Su Huiqing suddenly looked up.
The eyes were too cold and dark.
Even Angie's heart was pounding uncontrollably.
“You have also been treated as a trial subject, but have you ever felt the feeling that your closest person personally sent you to the lab?” Su Huiqing looked to the side out the window. The emotions on his face could not be seen clearly, and only his words could be heard. “To save someone, others can only be left behind. So that person could only cope with his drug-controlled body. He only has himself.”
Su Huiqing's level of calmness.
It was the magnitude of the shock Angie felt.
From her plain statement, Angie felt helpless.
“So, Sister Angie,” Su Huiqing retracted his gaze and smiled lazily, “Even if it's for this person, you have to keep going forward.”
He reached out his hand and pointed to the side of the window.
He pouted a little, turned off his cigarette, and said gently, “Thank you.”
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Angie's house is in an urban district.
Just outside the area was a square.
It was almost night, and the square was very crowded.
Yu Shijin parked his car on the side of the road and got down elegantly.
“Connect Bai Yi.” He put his hand on the car door. Just like this, he looked down and said to the other side of the line clearly, “Hide Angie's position and find someone to bring her position two rounds across town.”
He never wasted any effort in dealing with Bai Yi.
He hung up the phone, looked up, and saw someone selling balloons in the square.
There was one last balloon in the shape of a sunflower left.
He walked with big steps. As she placed her hands on it, a five-year-old girl pulled her clothes and looked at her with her pitch-black eyes. “Uncle, I saw this balloon first, but I can't walk as fast as you.”
Yu Shijin's handsome face also darkened. He stood there with his hands in his pocket and looked at the little girl with a calm look.
His black eyes felt cold.
This was also the first time a child was not afraid of the serious aura on him.
“Master, You .. Do you still want it?” The person selling the balloon asked in a trembling voice.
The little girl's grandmother came too. He knew that Yu Shijin looked nothing to be taken lightly and immediately apologized.
The gaze came from the surroundings nonstop.
Indeed, Yu Shijin's classy aura protruded from the surroundings like a sore thumb.
In fact, usually in such circumstances, most people will choose to hand the balloon to a child.
However, Yu Shijin did not say anything.
Looking up, he had already seen the figure walking in from the main entrance.
At this point, the street light was already on gradually.
He looked down, and his expression was unclear.
When the fluorescent light shines on it, it feels a bit cold.
With a cold face, Yu Shijin took out a note and put it into the hands of the person selling the balloon.
Then, he quickly walked over to Su Huiqing and stuffed the balloon into his hand. Only then did he put both of his hands into his pocket, look sideways at the little girl, and say solemnly, “This is for my son.”
Just now, he had actually recalled the many memories he had hidden.
At the time he walked, Su Huiqing only felt a chill in his heart.
Yet.
When he saw the very cheerful sunflower balloon.
It seemed like there were fuzzy memories erased from his mind.
Su Huiqing narrowed his eyes but could not remember anything.
He suddenly smiled.
Looking to the side at the little girl who was staring at them with a puzzled face, Su Huiqing paused for a moment, put on an evil smile, bowed to the side, and gave a balloon to her.
His posture is really cool.
When the little girl thanked me and left.
Only then did he turn around, look at Yu Shijin, raise his eyebrows, smile, and say in a low voice, “Sister Yu, let's find a place to talk?”