479: Chapter 479 Hungry

Chapter 479 Hungry

We were in a stalemate on the phone for a long time until the night wind blew on my wet clothes and it was indeed a constant battle. I sighed as if I had admitted defeat and then told him the approximate address and posted the location. After that, I stayed in the night, feeling like a ghost, floating in the empty world like a ghost. I really failed. I couldn't save my mother back then, so I ca n' t avoid Qin Mi fighting now. I, for my daughter, also for my sister. Furthermore, my crescent moon, my daughter, who had grown up with great difficulty, was actually willing to recognize me as a mother. I really failed. Nothing. 1

After some time, my mind was filled with thoughts that were not human. The lights came over and only the light did not have any temperature. I narrowed my eyes and walked over. I opened the car door and got in. Along the way, we had a tacit understanding and did not say a word. After a moment of silence, the air seemed lifeless.

When he got home, he got out of the car and opened the door. When he changed his shoes, his body tilted uncontrollably. A pair of warm arms immediately supported me. I glanced at An Qingze. He didn't say anything, but his movements seemed to have been rehearsed a thousand times in advance. My eyes were a little sour and I quickly looked away. At this time, I didn't want to use weakness to gain some sort of reconciliation. He was right, but I was right, right?

An Qingze held me firmly. When she saw that I was standing, she quietly put her hand away. She didn't even look at me during the entire process. I pursed my lips and watched him quietly change his shoes. I went in and went upstairs. We seemed to have become strangers in a few hours. I felt like my nose was sore. It was only a matter of a few hours. It was obvious that in a few hours, we still held our hands on the street and prepared to go for dinner. At that time, I felt like we were like a couple in school, and in the blink of an eye, we had become like this.

When he went upstairs to his room, An Qingze was already lying down. I was a little surprised. I thought he wouldn't go back to our room and go to the guest room. In the past, whenever we quarreled, he would consciously go to the guest room to sleep. I silently stood at the door and watched his back for a while before closing the door and slowly headed to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at this wretched self. His hand came out of his pocket. It was the knife, and it was covered in blood. Hur hur, should I be glad that she went to find An Qingze. This way, I don't have to be taken away by the police. It would be a lot less troublesome. If the police really managed to get me into this state, I would definitely collapse. I didn't know what to say.

He gently sighed and straightened his body. His clothes were covered in mud. Although they were all dry, they were still wrinkled and hard, and they were mixed with the smell of blood. I felt like I was so ugly and dirty right now. It was no better than that Wu Qian. He couldn't wait to take off his clothes and rushed under the shower head for a long time. The feeling of suffocation forced me to leave.

She washed her body and hair and stood in front of the mirror, blowing her hair. Looking at the woman in the mirror, she used her fingers to push open her hair. Her expression was empty like a dead man. The hot air was roasting him bit by bit, and his cheeks and neck also started to heat up. He had just taken a shower and there was still a strong heat on his feet, so his mood also calmed down a lot. He released his hair and looked at his hand in the mirror. There was no blood left, but it was still dirty. She suddenly felt regret. Just now, what had she done? What if I really killed Wu Qian? Then, even if it was for revenge, I wouldn't feel good about it. He smiled bitterly. When had he become the same person as Wu Qian?

After tidying herself up and putting on her clean clothes, she felt tired again. When he opened the door, he saw An Qingze sitting on the bed with his back facing me. When he heard the voice, he paused for a second before continuing. I stood there and watched him take out the cigarette case from the drawer of the bedside cabinet. With his slender and fair fingers, I took out a cigarette and then the sound of the ignition machine. Because his back was facing me, he could not see his appearance and could only hear his voice.

The gray smoke seemed to circulate in his body for a moment and wafted out. There was a smell coming from it. It was obvious that he had just taken a bath, but I couldn't help but shiver.

"I'm hungry. "I will."

An Qingze figure froze for two seconds. When he looked back at me, his eyes were filled with surprise. Then, a flame appeared quietly, as if it was a flame on the ash.

"Do you want some noodles?" "He asked me.

I nodded.

An Qingze curled his lips, put down his cigarette and extinguished it. Then, he stood up. When he passed me, he paused and added," Drink some more milk. Warm up your body will also help you sleep." "

I didn't answer. My body was a little stiff, and my throat seemed to be a little stiff. Perhaps it was because of the An Qingze's proximity that made me feel a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, An Qingze didn't seem to mind my reaction and opened the door. I was in my room tidying up my bath towels and changing my clothes. I was tired tonight and didn't want to make anything more. Besides, it would be better to throw away these clothes.

When they were done, they sat down by the bed for a while. Thinking of the conversation, they got up and went downstairs. An Qingze placed the noodles on the table in the living room. There was a sound in the kitchen. I sat at the table and waited. I didn't go over.

After about two minutes, the An Qingze came out and looked at me. He paused for a moment before smiling gently. His smile was somewhat pale, but fortunately, he could still smile at me after this matter.

"The milk is hot." "He's holding a glass cup in his hand. The white liquid inside is soft like a large pile of cream.

An Qingze was wearing a red plaid shirt. It was one of his favorite pajamas. I was just sitting there staring blankly. Suddenly, I felt a bit regretful. I didn't rush to follow him. Perhaps I could see Mr. An's back quietly cooking noodles. It had been a long time since I had seen such a warm and quiet scene. My heart needed such a scene to heal and heal. In this world, it was so terrifying, but under the dirt, it was as warm as milk.

I held the milk and didn't want to speak for a moment. The warm feeling baked the entire palm. I took a sip and felt an itch on my lips. I deliberately didn't wipe it off. I looked up at An Qingze and said," You like smoking very much recently." "

An Qingze looked at me for a while before reaching out and gently scraping my mouth." I'm getting more and more concerned." "

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