I Deliver Candy To Men

Song Yingying couldn't cry so hard, she beat him hard: "You said that again! Did I say this? Did I mean this? You always don't understand, I didn't say this, I was angry that you didn't tell me anything! "

From start to finish, she was angry that he didn't tell her anything!

He had difficulties, and she understood that she never really hated him from the beginning to the end. She was just angry at his conceit and insistence. He made up his own mind and he had the final say in everything. But every time he betrayed her pity and made her cry.

"You are so annoying!"

Wen Yijia hugged her tightly, and her eyes were full of moisture, but this time he held back and whispered in her ear: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm wrong, I really It's wrong, I'll change it, and I'll tell you everything in the future."

"Bastard! You bullied me for so long, is it enough to change one sentence?" Song Yingying cried and continued to beat him.

Wen Yijia said: "No, it can't be finished, I'm a bad guy, Yingying don't forgive me, she must teach me a lesson and bully me back. As long as Yingying doesn't get angry, I can do anything."

Song Yingying couldn't stop crying. The more she listened to him, the more angry she became. She punched and kicked him: "Bastard! You bastard! You are always right! You can always get what you want! I still want to listen to you. Arrangement! I hate you! You hate it the most!"

On the university campus, especially under the girls' dormitory, people come and go. In particular, Wen Yijia is handsome, and it suddenly became the focus.

Song Yingying was anxious at first, but she didn't pay attention to it. Now that she is calmer, she is very embarrassed and beat him again: "Let go of me! It's a shame!"

Wen Yijia laughed unexpectedly: "You won't be ashamed if you beat me a few more times."

"What?" Song Yingying asked inexplicably. Under his signal, she looked around and saw many girls looking at her with envy, and she immediately understood.

If she sees a handsome guy letting her girlfriend punch and kick, let alone fight back, she doesn't even dare to fight back, she has to laugh and coax her, she is also envious!

"Humph!" She didn't admit that she felt a little smug in her heart, and slapped him again with a stern face, "It's all your fault! So many people look at me!"

Wen Yijia smiled, but still let her beat her: "Okay, okay, it's all my fault, hit me, you're welcome, the **** should be beaten."

"I can throw you away when I get angry!" Song Yingying stared at him, gearing up to frighten him.

Hearing this, Wen Yijia remembered that she had lifted him above her head before, her face changed, and she whispered, "Yingying don't lose me, it's so embarrassing."

"I care if you have any face?" Song Yingying said.

He pursed his lips, let go of her, and stood still with his head lowered, "then throw it away."

A look waiting for her to throw.

Song Yingying really gritted her teeth.

Did he know she wouldn't lose him?

It doesn't feel bad for him. But if she really threw him out, with so much strength, it would be hard not to be famous! She doesn't want to be famous, and it is this kind of fame.

"You hate it!" She beat him again.

Wen Yijia stood honestly and let her be beaten.

There are a series of condemning glances around, Song Yingying understands this kind of gaze, if it was her, she would probably also think: This girl is so rude, and her boyfriend is so handsome that he is willing to fight, he doesn't like it to us!

She couldn't help but look at Wen Yijia's handsome face now. He is really handsome, his facial features are extremely delicate, and there is a bit of melancholy between his eyebrows and eyes, but his lines appear cold, giving people a look that is not easy to get close to. All in all, handsome and unattractive.

I couldn't help but think again, if he was fat in the past and made her angry, and she beat him like this now, what would people look at her like? A picture appeared in her mind, she pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.

"Let's go, find a place to talk." She tugged at his sleeve.

Wen Yijia moved, reached out to hold hers, was thrown away by her, and glared at him: "Why? Stay away from me!"

"It's cold, I'll keep you warm." He looked down at her, "If Yingying doesn't want to, forget it."

Song Yingying glared at him: "Don't be rude! It's useless! I'm still angry! An account is waiting to be settled!" As she spoke, she made such a long gesture at him, waiting to follow him counted list.

Wen Yijia smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for Yingying to count with me."

"Cooperation!" She patted him on the arm. "I'll settle the account with you, aren't you afraid? Will the little daughter-in-law's face look good? If not, just open the phone and check it out and wait for me to teach you?"

Wen Yijia didn't dare to say "Okay, you teach me", then he would really die. He lowered his eyelids obediently, looked down at the road with his head down, and followed her, looking like a **** off little daughter-in-law.

He was born with a bit of melancholy temperament, and now the little daughter-in-law's face is put on, which makes him even more pitiful.

Song Yingying finally calmed down a bit, snorted coldly, and walked forward.

There are many milk tea shops and cafes outside the school, and the two chose one to go in. Song Yingying found a place to sit, and Wen Yijia went to buy milk tea.

Soon after, he came back with a cup of milk tea with double pearls, pushed it in front of her, and sat obediently opposite.

Song Yingying took a sip of milk tea, looked at him, and said, "Tell me! What happened in the past two years? Start talking after graduating from high school! Don't hide it! Reflect on it! This is your last chance! Friends don't have to do it!"

Wen Yijia told the truth.

This time it was true and did not hide it at all. It is not necessary to hide it, and there is no need to hide it. It's all over, he's not afraid to tell her anything.

"Half a month before the college entrance examination, my illness relapsed, but it wasn't very serious at that time, so I held it back."

"After the college entrance examination, my condition deteriorated so much that I was hospitalized, and my mother was with me in the hospital. I couldn't get out of bed, so I couldn't fill out the volunteer form, so I asked my mother to fill it out for me."

"At that time, it was very painful, I had no strength, and I couldn't pick up the phone. Occasionally, it was better. I could send text messages, but I deleted it when I typed it."

Song Yingying interrupted him and asked, "Why did you delete it?"

Wen Yijia hesitated, lowered her eyes and said, "It's a little shameless, can you not talk about it?"

"No!" Song Yingying said immediately, "Student Wen Yijia, do you still want face? I'll give you face. Go out from here now and don't see me again, okay?"

Wen Yijia raised her eyes and said, "I said, don't be angry."

During the treatment at that time, he was in pain all over his body, and he missed her very much.

Think especially.

Thinking of her by his side, talking to him, coaxing him, and asking him distressedly: "Do you hurt? Does it hurt badly?" He always answered in his heart, it hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so much that I want to cry .

Every time the text message is edited, his eyes are wet, and then the content is deleted. Time and time again, those frailties, those complaints, those coquettish ones, were all deleted by him.

He didn't want her to see his embarrassed and embarrassed side, and he didn't want her to worry about him. He knew that they had a good relationship. If she knew about it, she would be very worried, because she was afraid that she would not be able to enjoy college life well when she went to college.

It shouldn't be like this. He couldn't make her unhappy while he couldn't make her happy.

He didn't say a word. Later, when she couldn't help it, she said it was inconvenient. He knew that this would hurt her and make her angry, but he didn't want her to worry and ruin her supposedly happy college life.

"I'm sorry," he said finally.

Song Yingying felt very uncomfortable when she heard half of it. She endured the pain in her throat and sneered, "You can really do it!"

She always thought he was sick and was forbidden by the doctor to touch his mobile phone, so she didn't contact her very much. Unexpectedly, not at all. The truth and her previous guesses, I can't tell which is more uncomfortable.

"Have you ever thought about what will happen to me?" She couldn't help glaring at him. "What will happen to me who don't know the truth? What will happen to me after knowing the truth? You hide it from me, don't tell me, in the end Take me for what?"

She couldn't even drink the milk tea, her throat choked badly: "You pushed me away, you know, you pushed me away yourself, you made me so far away from the real you, and then I really went away Now, you are chasing after you recklessly, is there someone like you?"

"I was wrong." He stretched out his hand to wipe her tears, she slapped her away, and then received a stare, "Don't touch me! Stay away from me!"

He withdrew his hands, and sat across from him with the look of an angry little daughter-in-law.

"Tell me to guess, if something like this happens again, you will still hide it from me, won't you?" Song Yingying sneered.

Wen Yijia lowered her eyes and said nothing. Yes, he still does. He knew it was not good, but he would rather be blamed by her and resented by her than ruin her life. He couldn't bring her more, at least not to drag her down. He can't take it.

"Two years." Song Yingying covered her eyes and choked up: "For nearly two years, you kept it from me. Do you know that we missed two years? How much can we do together in two years?"

But he smiled: "Don't be stupid. Eighteen or nineteen, the stupidest age for boys, what good things can they do?"

Song Yingying choked on him, and she was no longer in the mood to cry. She put down her hand and glared at him: "What did you say?" Out of frustration, she reached out to pinch him again: "Why are you so annoying?"

He took the opportunity to grab her hand, and as soon as he caught it, she was thrown away, and he honestly stopped grabbing, but talked about what happened later: "After the treatment, my body is fine, and I start to regain my body shape. Later, I really had the conditions, but I didn't see you. I'm sorry, this is really my fault. I just thought at the time, I must lose weight and see you in the best way."

Song Yingying was so angry that she beat him again, bang bang bang, so hard and loud that everyone in the milk tea shop looked at them.

A handsome boy at the school grass level, sitting there like a little daughter-in-law who was angry, was beaten by a sweet-looking little girl, and the eyes of the beating were still red, and they all guessed how bad this handsome guy did. People are so angry that the girlfriend is so angry that she wants to beat him?

"It's annoying you! You hate it the most!" Song Yingying didn't feel distressed at all, "You are so pitiful and hateful!"

He is so pathetic. Hateful is also really hateful.

"I have to think carefully about being with you." Song Yingying only stopped after she was tired, took two sips of milk tea, and said, "You are so hateful, I'm not sure if I want to be with you. Wu Yue is much better than you!"

Wu Yue is bright and generous, witty and interesting, and gets along well, not like Wen Yijia.

However, although Wu Yue was cheerful and generous, she didn't feel that way about him. Thinking of this, Yingying cried in her heart, why did she fall in love with this bad boy?

Although she was crying in her heart and was reluctant to bear Wen Yijia, she had a serious look on her face.

Wen Yijia didn't know the truth, she saw her expression of serious thought, her whole body froze, and her hand on the table was clenched tightly. He pursed his lips, retracted his hands, and placed them under the table.

"Bring it up!" Song Yingying noticed and patted the table, "What are you hiding? Let me see!"

Wen Yijia was stunned for a moment.

"What are you stunned for? Let's get your hands up!" Song Yingying tapped on the table and urged.

Wen Yijia slowly brought up a pair of hands and put them on the table.

He squeezed his fist so hard just now that he squeezed too hard, and now his knuckles are still a little blue, and they haven't returned to their original color.

Song Yingying stared at it for two seconds before she saw his hands return to normal. She poked and found that his hand was a little stiff: "What? Are you angry? Endure it like this?"

She raised her head to look at him, her brows raised slightly, her expression was a little cold and mocking, but she didn't feel distressed at all.

Wen Yijia was stunned.

The author has something to say: Wen Yijia (with tears in her eyes): Yingying was not like this before, she used to be sweet, why is she like a bully now?

Yingying (slaps the table): My first sister's name came for nothing?