Insomnia

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It doesn't matter whether Yun Xin understands or not after the gesture, Wen Qingying turns around and is about to leave, but Yun Xin suddenly jumps up from the bed, grabs his waist from behind, and cries: Wen Qingying! I hate you! I hate you so much! I will kill you!

Wen Qingying frowned, turned around, dragged her arm, pushed her onto the bed again, picked up the silk scarf at the head of her bed, and tied her hand to the bedpost.

Then, taking advantage of her struggle, she quickly turned around and walked out the door.

The door closed behind him, Wen Qingying touched Yunnan's head comfortingly, returned to the house and changed into the same clothes as quickly as possible.

After leaving the bedroom, he saw Yunnan crying and waiting there. Wen Qingying waved to her and went downstairs.

When he arrived at the foyer, Wen Qingying turned his head to see that Yun Xin had already broken free, and was standing on the second floor corridor looking down at him, cursing: Get out! You bastard! If you have the ability, never come to my house! Go! Die!

Wen Qingying turned her head, lightly pinched Yun Nan's shoulder, lowered her eyes, opened the door and went out.

It was like this every time. Every time Wen Qingying had to return to this house, Yun Xin would become hysterical for no reason, like a mental patient.

But Wen Qingying never blamed her in her heart, because from a special perspective, the fate of the two of them was exactly the same.

Also because there is Yunnan in the middle, as brother and sister, they both love her with great effort.

It was a bit far from the suburban villa to the city center. It would take an hour by taxi. When we got to the roadside, Wen Qingying made an appointment for a taxi.

While waiting for the bus, he sent a message to Tao Ling: Sir, I have finished meeting my relatives and now I am ready to go home.

The car came over and the phone was called to Wen Qingying. Wen Qingying hung up, checked the license plate, and got in the car directly.

The driver asked, he pointed at his throat and waved his hands.

What? How can such a talented young man be mute? the driver sighed in surprise.

Looking down at his phone, Tao Ling's message came through again: You have to go back so late? Why aren't you staying at home?

Wen Qingying thought for a while and replied: Sir, I don't like it here, and I don't like the bed.

Exit and then send a message to Yunnan: Nannan, tell your father tomorrow morning that I'm leaving. If he doesn't ask, don't tell me. If you want to say something, just say there's something going on in my store.

Yunnan immediately said: Brother, I'm sorry.

Wen Qingying: I'm sorry, brother, I scared you. Nannan, be good, good night.

Tao Ling finally sent a message, Be safe on the road. After Wen Qingying responded, there was no movement on the phone.

After sitting motionless for a long time, Wen Qingying opened the car window. The cold wind in the twelfth lunar month blew against his head, making his head hurt.

Wen Qingying was located at the west gate of the school. When he got off the bus, it was almost twelve o'clock.

He took a deep breath, walked to the door of the flower shop, stood for two seconds, and continued walking along the road.

Tao Ling must have fallen asleep by now. Wen Qingying took out his phone as he walked, and finally put it back in again.

After a while, she walked outside the community and took out her card and keys. Wen Qingying glanced casually and suddenly noticed a familiar figure not far away.

He was stunned, turned around, and saw Tao Ling standing diagonally across the road.

Both men saw each other at the same time.

Wen Qingying hurriedly took back the card and ran towards the opposite side.

Tao Ling originally wanted to run, but he couldn't move faster than him, so he simply stayed where he was. He smiled and opened his arms, receiving a chilling hug.

There was a chill in each other, but all the chill melted away in an instant.

It was late at night, and Tao Ling was already stiff with cold. After sending the message to Wen Qingying just now, he felt really uneasy and went out immediately. He didn't expect it would take such a long time to get here from Wen Qingying's house.

And he forgot to wear a scarf.

After hugging for a moment, Wen Qingying frowned, took off his scarf and put it around him, then held his hand and entered the community.

Along the way, Wen Qingying pursed her lips and clasped Tao Ling's hand with great strength.

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