Shen Jialu originally wanted to carry her into the car directly, but Li Jiaojiao insisted on walking to the parking lot by herself, so he had to support the little girl like a pool of mud and walked out.
As the Spring Festival approaches, the winter wind outside is as cold as a knife blade. Shen Jialu takes a breath of coldness, but he takes off his clothes and wraps Li Jiaojiao's body as soon as possible.
Is it cold or not?
Very cold
Li Jiaojiao turned around and forgot about the fact that she had just cried. She didn't know where she was. She shouted two words like a slogan and then smiled foolishly at Shen Jialu: Brother Jialu, I will never want to fall in love again, it's too hard to fall in love...
She called him Brother Jialu again.
Shen Jialu's heart felt like it was scraped by a knife wrapped in frosting. It was obviously painful, but when you taste it carefully, it was sweet. The frostings aggravated the pain and aggravation of his wounds, but Shen Jialu was happy.
He didn't reason with her, but just agreed: OK, we Jiaojiao will never fall in love again in the future.
Woo...my mascara has not melted, isn't it ugly...
No, it's not ugly at all.
My manicure just now seemed to have a small piece of it off. Please help me find out where it has been lost...
OK, I'll look for it later.
No matter what nonsensical words Li Jiaojiao said, she was accepted by Shen Jialu. He finally helped the man half-stood and half-tucked into the passenger seat. He closed the car door and walked around to the driver's seat to open the door. However, Yu Guang saw the man just now at the door of the club.
It should have been with them. Just now, when Shen Jialu helped Li Jiaojiao out, she felt someone following her. However, Li Jiaojiao kept dancing and roaring. He had to grab her with all concentration, fearing that she would sit on the ground when she felt weak.
He was still wearing the uniform of the employee. Before he got off work, the pale face that could be seen with naked eyes seemed to be two more points higher than what he had seen in the corner of the corridor just now.
The light from the ceiling light at the door was blocked by the thick eyelashes, and it melted into a dark shadow with the dark circles on the lower eyelids.
He had no intention of coming over, but just looked at the passenger's car window from a distance. When Shen Jialu sat in the driver's seat, he saw that Li Jiaojiao was tired of drunkenness, and her head was leaning against the window and half closed her eyes and was drowsy.
Shen Jialu leaned over and gently helped her to clean her hair that was blown by the winter wind, and then patted the child's little head: Go to bed, I'll call you when I get home.
Li Jiaojiao nodded in a daze, tightened her hands tightly and slowly closed her eyes.
It was already three o'clock in the morning when Meng Jingtong got off work. The chief physician he was with didn't have to go to the hospital department to check in the morning. He could arrive at the hospital one hour later, that is, at 8 o'clock.
He returned to the small dormitory prepared by KTV for out-of-town employees, which was actually not an exaggeration to say that it was a lounge. There was only a folding bed in the size of a palm, and the remaining space was only enough for Meng Jing to go in and out the same person.
But the biggest advantage here is that each person has a room. Sometimes I am so tired that I just sit down and close my eyes, but I didn’t expect that when I just sat down and fell asleep, Meng Jingtong didn’t have to worry about scaring her roommate.
The extreme fatigue made Meng Jingtong feel a little numb, and she had no real feelings about everything tonight. Li Jiaojiao's series of questions left no trace in his mind. Some of them were the words she said to the man when she turned around and left:
My friend comes out to say hello when he works here.
Meng Jingtong never thought the word "friend" was so harsh.
After a simple wash, Meng Jingtong fell on the bed but looked at her phone habitually before closing her eyes.
He had developed this habit when he was free, and he would take out his phone to take a look. Generally, at that time, the screen would be filled with WeChat messages sent by Li Jiaojiao, most of which were sharing some funny videos she had seen, and some fresh scenery she encountered when she went out.
It may be a white and fat Samoyed on the side of the road, or a fallen leaf in the shape of love flew into the courtyard. Meng Jingtong had long changed his habit of deleting chat records with her. Now, if you look up, you can still see her standing in the cloakroom before going out today, taking pictures of the manicure she just did yesterday.
There is also a white bubble belonging to her under the photo: It looks good, you are the first person besides my dad to appreciate it!
Then she also sent her dinner, a group of people, a large table filled with various colorful foods, and there were also scissors hands showing off her manicure for the second time in the corner of the photo.
This time, I also included an explanation of the photo: It’s time to have supper, and Dr. Meng must remember to have supper. It’s quite delicious here. I sincerely invite you to have a delicious and spicy meal with me next time!
Meng Jing looked at it one by one, and his emotions and senses, paralyzed by day after day, seemed to gradually warm up and regain consciousness.
However, this hard-earned perception soon came to an abrupt end when the chat records were recorded to the end. Faced with the news window that could no longer be dragged, Meng Jingtong finally slowly felt that his chest was empty, without the heart-wrenching pain that was pulled out after being opened and broken, leaving only a cold hole.
The cold quickly flowed through the blood vessels to his limbs and bones, causing his whole body to solidify on the bed for a moment, like a machine with exhausted energy, with almost no ability to activate it again.
It was not until this moment that Meng Jingtong understood what Li Jiaojiao actually meant to him.
But it was too late, he had lost her.
As the Spring Festival approaches, the winter wind outside is as cold as a knife blade. Shen Jialu takes a breath of coldness, but he takes off his clothes and wraps Li Jiaojiao's body as soon as possible.
Is it cold or not?
Very cold
Li Jiaojiao turned around and forgot about the fact that she had just cried. She didn't know where she was. She shouted two words like a slogan and then smiled foolishly at Shen Jialu: Brother Jialu, I will never want to fall in love again, it's too hard to fall in love...
She called him Brother Jialu again.
Shen Jialu's heart felt like it was scraped by a knife wrapped in frosting. It was obviously painful, but when you taste it carefully, it was sweet. The frostings aggravated the pain and aggravation of his wounds, but Shen Jialu was happy.
He didn't reason with her, but just agreed: OK, we Jiaojiao will never fall in love again in the future.
Woo...my mascara has not melted, isn't it ugly...
No, it's not ugly at all.
My manicure just now seemed to have a small piece of it off. Please help me find out where it has been lost...
OK, I'll look for it later.
No matter what nonsensical words Li Jiaojiao said, she was accepted by Shen Jialu. He finally helped the man half-stood and half-tucked into the passenger seat. He closed the car door and walked around to the driver's seat to open the door. However, Yu Guang saw the man just now at the door of the club.
It should have been with them. Just now, when Shen Jialu helped Li Jiaojiao out, she felt someone following her. However, Li Jiaojiao kept dancing and roaring. He had to grab her with all concentration, fearing that she would sit on the ground when she felt weak.
He was still wearing the uniform of the employee. Before he got off work, the pale face that could be seen with naked eyes seemed to be two more points higher than what he had seen in the corner of the corridor just now.
The light from the ceiling light at the door was blocked by the thick eyelashes, and it melted into a dark shadow with the dark circles on the lower eyelids.
He had no intention of coming over, but just looked at the passenger's car window from a distance. When Shen Jialu sat in the driver's seat, he saw that Li Jiaojiao was tired of drunkenness, and her head was leaning against the window and half closed her eyes and was drowsy.
Shen Jialu leaned over and gently helped her to clean her hair that was blown by the winter wind, and then patted the child's little head: Go to bed, I'll call you when I get home.
Li Jiaojiao nodded in a daze, tightened her hands tightly and slowly closed her eyes.
It was already three o'clock in the morning when Meng Jingtong got off work. The chief physician he was with didn't have to go to the hospital department to check in the morning. He could arrive at the hospital one hour later, that is, at 8 o'clock.
He returned to the small dormitory prepared by KTV for out-of-town employees, which was actually not an exaggeration to say that it was a lounge. There was only a folding bed in the size of a palm, and the remaining space was only enough for Meng Jing to go in and out the same person.
But the biggest advantage here is that each person has a room. Sometimes I am so tired that I just sit down and close my eyes, but I didn’t expect that when I just sat down and fell asleep, Meng Jingtong didn’t have to worry about scaring her roommate.
The extreme fatigue made Meng Jingtong feel a little numb, and she had no real feelings about everything tonight. Li Jiaojiao's series of questions left no trace in his mind. Some of them were the words she said to the man when she turned around and left:
My friend comes out to say hello when he works here.
Meng Jingtong never thought the word "friend" was so harsh.
After a simple wash, Meng Jingtong fell on the bed but looked at her phone habitually before closing her eyes.
He had developed this habit when he was free, and he would take out his phone to take a look. Generally, at that time, the screen would be filled with WeChat messages sent by Li Jiaojiao, most of which were sharing some funny videos she had seen, and some fresh scenery she encountered when she went out.
It may be a white and fat Samoyed on the side of the road, or a fallen leaf in the shape of love flew into the courtyard. Meng Jingtong had long changed his habit of deleting chat records with her. Now, if you look up, you can still see her standing in the cloakroom before going out today, taking pictures of the manicure she just did yesterday.
There is also a white bubble belonging to her under the photo: It looks good, you are the first person besides my dad to appreciate it!
Then she also sent her dinner, a group of people, a large table filled with various colorful foods, and there were also scissors hands showing off her manicure for the second time in the corner of the photo.
This time, I also included an explanation of the photo: It’s time to have supper, and Dr. Meng must remember to have supper. It’s quite delicious here. I sincerely invite you to have a delicious and spicy meal with me next time!
Meng Jing looked at it one by one, and his emotions and senses, paralyzed by day after day, seemed to gradually warm up and regain consciousness.
However, this hard-earned perception soon came to an abrupt end when the chat records were recorded to the end. Faced with the news window that could no longer be dragged, Meng Jingtong finally slowly felt that his chest was empty, without the heart-wrenching pain that was pulled out after being opened and broken, leaving only a cold hole.
The cold quickly flowed through the blood vessels to his limbs and bones, causing his whole body to solidify on the bed for a moment, like a machine with exhausted energy, with almost no ability to activate it again.
It was not until this moment that Meng Jingtong understood what Li Jiaojiao actually meant to him.
But it was too late, he had lost her.
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