As a result, after pulling down, there were only two pictures, and there were no words afterwards.

The light gray frame circled two lines of words. After just a glance, he saw his name.

Chen Wang lowered his eyes and clicked in one by one.

——Today, because Chen Wang cried again, this person’s words were really hurtful, why was he so annoyed?

But he hugged me, it was different from last time. This time, the hug was like that! That kind of hug!

As a result, every time I see him, I cry and feel unhappy.

——A man in his twenties, he was almost scared to tears by Yelu...

But my god is here.

I'm not afraid of anything if you are there.

——There was a quarrel again. I don’t know why. I was all good before, but I was all good at chatting just now.

It's annoying to like someone.

——I want to be hugged.

——I met him, so nervous that I forgot my bag and realized that I was so embarrassed that I had no future.

Almost ten years ago, I still like you very much.

Although you don't like me, it doesn't matter.

I just like you.

Anyway, I've loved you for so long.

...

There is a small, gray lock under each one, locking the little girl that will never say, a sour and humble secret.

Chen Wang had a long time, but couldn't understand what he felt like.

My heart is swelling and a little painful.

Chen Wang didn't react a little.

The day she lost her bag was the first time the two met ten years later. Chen Wang always thought that it was after that that, Meng Yingning felt a little about him.

But if it was before that.

Before that.

Meng Yingning's last bite of pork bun was just stuffed into her mouth, her cheeks were round, and she chewed and wriggled. Her eyes narrowed with satisfaction, and leaned back with satisfaction. Her voice was soft and glutinous because she was stuffed with food, and she was a little vague: "Filled bird..."

Chen Wang raised his head and looked at her silently. After a long time, he put down his phone slowly.

Meng Yingning swallowed the food in her mouth, turned sideways, and met his gaze, deep and obscure.

Meng Yingning was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips: "What's wrong?"

Chen Wang didn't say anything.

Meng Yingning reached out with some anxiety, and his soft little hand grabbed his fingers, shook it gently, leaned over and looked at him with his head raised, and suddenly felt a little panicked.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked again.

Chen Wang held her hand silently with his backhand, and leaned over on the sofa with the other hand.

The neck lowered, and his forehead pressed against her forehead, and the tip of his nose touched: "Ask you something."

Meng Yingning didn't know what happened to him suddenly, so she raised her hand obediently, hooked him with her fingertips, and gently scratched her fingertips as comfortingly, as if she was responding.
Chapter completed!