"What are you doing?" I tried to control my voice.
"Change information."
I finally couldn't help it, "Then whose teacup is that? Don't tell me you like to drink two cups of tea by yourself."
She looked back, her face was a little pale, she lowered her head, put her hands in her trouser pockets, bit her lips, and said softly: "Jersey was here just now, he had a fight with his girlfriend, and he wanted to talk to someone. "
"He wanted to talk to someone, why didn't he talk to me and Lu Feng, but to you?"
"He said he wanted to hear a woman's opinion on some things," Wu Li pulled out her hands and clasped them together. "We just chatted, nothing else."
"What the hell did you talk about?"
"For example, he asked me why women like to meet other people's girlfriends even though they have a boyfriend. I said I don't know, because I basically don't have time and I don't like it too much. That's it, nothing else." She argued anxiously .
"I called you just now, and you were 'chatting' with him? Then you told me you were 'changing information'?" I stared into her eyes and asked.
She bit her lip again, "Yes."
My tears welled up slowly and flowed down my cheeks, "When you lied just now, I didn't catch it at all, I really didn't catch it at all. Wu Li, how did you learn to lie?"
She wanted to hold my hand, and I hid aside, "I'm hungry, please cook a bowl of noodles for me, please add more spice, okay?"
She immediately went to cook the noodles, halfway through cooking she came to me and asked me: "Do you want the noodles harder or softer?"
I said: "The harder the better."
In fact, whether it is noodles or heart, it should be a little harder.
That bowl of noodles made me cry non-stop: maybe she put a lot of spicy food, maybe, I was very sad.
What makes me sad is that it's not all about Jersey coming to Wu Li, but that Wu Li actually lied to me - lying to me in front of him. Moreover, she lied in the same tone as when she said "Awen, I love you". I will never lie to her. I wouldn't lie to her, so I didn't expect her to lie to me.
After eating the noodles, I wiped my eyes with a tissue, then my mouth, and handed back the chopsticks and bowl to her, "Thank you, it's delicious, I'm leaving."
She pulled me back, "Awen, listen to my explanation. I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would think wildly if you knew."
"I don't think wildly, can I go?"
"Awen." She didn't let me go, she looked at me stubbornly, as if she wanted to pin me in place with her eyes, but she didn't say anything.
I looked into her eyes, a question suddenly popped up from a corner of my mind, and slipped out of my mouth unexpectedly, "You slept with him, didn't you?" When I asked it, I was scared one jump.
She looked at me fixedly, gradually changed a conflicted and painful look, and finally nodded.
I have thought about this question many times. When I really got the answer, the reaction was not as intense as I imagined. It was like a war. No matter how thrilling it was at the time, when it was over, there was only the desolation of "all gone". I just firmly grasped her sleeve and moved it left and right, "No wonder you lied to me for him, and you didn't even bat an eyelid."
After a while, I shook my head, "Forget it." Then I let her go and ran to the door to turn the lock. This room is so stuffy that I can't breathe, and I want to get out. Halfway through the door, I suddenly realized that if I took this step, I didn't know what the end would be. I was afraid that if I took this step, everything would be over. This thought makes me feel hopeless.
I closed the door again with my backhand, squatted down helplessly along the door frame, and buried my head on my knees, "Wu Li, you, how can you make me trust you in the future?"
I repeat that sentence over and over again. Suddenly, I was pulled up by her into her arms. Her voice was a little hoarse, "Awen, don't do this, you can trust me, really, yes"
I frowned and shook my head, "I don't believe you anymore" Before I finished speaking, my lips were blocked by hers. She kissed me hard, as if she was wronged instead of me. I wanted to push her away, but she held my hand firmly and couldn't move at all.
Then, her kiss fell on my forehead, cheek, neck, and finally back to my lips. This time, it was much gentler, as if the autumn wind brushed the golden leaves on the ground, and I hugged her involuntarily. Her neck began to respond. She probably sensed it, and kissed me more passionately. She whispered "Awen, I'm sorry" in my ear, but this sentence made me angry: saying "I'm sorry" means that she has done it.? Physiological responses are not controlled by the brain. However, since it is not controlled by the brain, it seems that it should not be regarded as harassment. Moreover, in this case, the woman should also bear part of the responsibility. Who told her that she was so coquettish that the doctors could have their dreams. Well, next time I will pay attention to see if Lu Xiaoping responds. Zhou Wen, I found that you are indeed mature, and the level of questions you ask is a level higher. "
"Nonsense." I was dumbfounded by his compliment.
"I invite you to dinner at noon today, you choose the place."
"What are you doing?"
"Congratulations on growing up."
Halfway through lunch, I felt hot on my forehead and itchy all over my body, then Lu Feng called out, "Your face"
I looked in the mirror, and I didn't know when my face was covered with large and small red spots and bumps. I rolled up my sleeves, and there were the same spots and bumps on my arms, and they tended to get worse. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com