Walking by the Brownlee River, Huang Wanting felt warm smiles passing over her cheeks. She sighed slightly, looked sideways at Fang Zhiqiang's side face that seemed to glow under the sunlight, and whispered softly.

He opened his mouth and said, "Qiangzi, how long has it been since we stayed together quietly like this?"

Fang Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, recalled it carefully, and then said: "It's been more than half a year."

In fact, looking back, I really spent very little time with Huang Wanting. Except for the time in the basement, we only had meals together here and there.

For them, drinking and having sex was the happiest thing in the past. In addition, the time the two people really spent together was actually very limited.

Huang Wanting lifted her hair from her chin and said with a blurred look in her eyes: "Yes, if it weren't for this coincidence, maybe we would never have the opportunity to get along like this in our lifetime."

"Wanting, you know, I'm a rough person. I used to be a courier, and later I was a vegetable seller. I never really understand these things."

Fang Zhiqiang seemed to feel Huang Wanting's overwhelming emotions, and immediately felt something was wrong, so he said this.

In fact, Fang Zhiqiang knew what Huang Wanting meant, but the relationship between him and her could always be a pure friendship, and no other impurities could be mixed.

Therefore, from the beginning, Fang Zhiqiang must make his position clear to avoid a situation that is irreversible later.

When Huang Wanting heard Fang Zhiqiang's words, she naturally understood what Fang Zhiqiang meant. She turned her head and looked at the river view under the railing, and said no more.

The silence lasted for nearly a minute, and Huang Wanting suddenly said: "By the way, why haven't I seen you smoking recently?"

Fang Zhiqiang smiled and said: "At first, I really thought cigarettes were a good thing, because it made me feel that there were things I could do in this world."

Huang Wanting couldn't help laughing when she heard Fang Zhiqiang's emotion. Huang Wanting also had her own understanding of cigarettes.

"Did you get married later, and the Porsche girl didn't let you smoke anymore, so you quit at will?"

Huang Wanting asked tentatively. After all, Fang Zhiqiang had not mentioned anything about Li Xiaoxiao until now. However, this issue was of great concern to Huang Wanting.

"There may be some reasons for this, but more importantly, it is to not affect the people around me, because smoking is really bad for everyone around me."

Fang Zhiqiang looked at Huang Wanting and said seriously.

"Then...when you came here this time, didn't the Porsche girl come with you?"

Huang Wanting could tell that Fang Zhiqiang was deliberately avoiding her question, and she couldn't help but ask directly.

Fang Zhiqiang suddenly fell silent, turned to Huang Wanting, looked at her seriously, but did not speak for a long time.

"What...what happened?"

Huang Wanting was stared at by Fang Zhiqiang and frowned a little unnaturally.

"Let's go and see the Iron Tower!"

Fang Zhiqiang looked at Huang Wanting's confused look, suddenly smiled, pointed in the direction of the tower, turned around first, and walked over.

However, the look of doubt on Huang Wanting's face is getting stronger and stronger. What kind of secret is there about Li Xiaoxiao? Why is Fang Zhiqiang not willing to mention a word?

Huang Wanting had a lot of doubts in her heart, but seeing Fang Zhiqiang's state, Huang Wanting couldn't bear to ask any more questions.

A few people came here not so much to sell music as to travel. They carried a guitar all afternoon, but didn't sing a song. They spent the whole afternoon looking at the scenery.

When the sky was about to get dark, Xiaoman and Huang Wanting were both a little tired. Fang Zhiqiang said: "Go back? Didn't you say that it is very unsafe at night?"

Huang Wanting looked at Fang Zhiqiang and then at Xiaoman. It was obvious that Xiaoman must have told Fang Zhiqiang about this.

But she immediately waved her hand and said: "It's okay, isn't it yours today? There's nothing to worry about!"

"At this time, it happens to be off work time, so it's just right to go and sing!"

As Huang Wanting said this, she turned towards the cliff where they often stayed, took out her guitar, and started playing.

Fang Zhiqiang looked at Huang Wanting's series of smooth movements and behaviors, and a touch of warmth surged in his heart again. Whether it was Huang Wanting in the past or Huang Wanting now, she was a girl who could be happy simply. She had never forgotten her own

I have always adhered to my original intention.

Many people cannot do this.

Fang Zhiqiang immediately raised his steps, walked towards Huang Wanting, took the guitar from her hand, and started playing.

It was still the song "Who's Who?", Huang Wanting's slightly hoarse voice sounded in the Champ de Mars next to Paris, and all the passers-by slowly stopped and walked towards this direction.

They all seemed to already know Huang Wanting. They all looked at Huang Wanting with admiration. It was obvious that Huang Wanting had been in this place during this time. The moment they saw Huang Wanting, they recognized her.

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"Qiangzi, would you like to sing a song too?"

After singing, Huang Wanting thanked a few people who had just put money into the guitar case, then came to Fang Zhiqiang and said to Fang Zhiqiang.

Fang Zhiqiang did not refuse. It was indeed a rare opportunity to sing in such a place.

After simply clearing his throat, Fang Zhiqiang handed the guitar to Huang Wanting.

"Let's sing "Story of Time"."

Fang Zhiqiang raised his hand to Huang Wanting, and while talking, he walked to the cliff and prepared to sing a song.

On the side, Xiao Man has been standing behind Huang Wanting. Although there is a faint smile on her face, there is a trace of tangle hidden under that smile.

The night wind was a bit cool, and it felt a bit chilly on the face. However, the pedestrians who stopped looked at Huang Wanting and Fang Zhiqiang very intently. Since the prelude was not over yet, everyone was still interested in Fang Zhiqiang's singing.

A skeptical attitude.

But just when Fang Zhiqiang was about to speak, the sound of a motorcycle suddenly sounded next to him.

The sound sounded very harsh, as if it was a modified motorcycle, and the sound of the machine was very loud.

Fang Zhiqiang also frowned slightly. Normally, it would be nothing strange to encounter such a situation on the street, but Fang Zhiqiang always felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the motorcycle headed straight towards Huang Wanting, and the target was obvious, which was the guitar case in front of Huang Wanting!

At this time, Huang Wanting also reacted, picked up the guitar case, and took a few steps back. Huang Wanting had seen a lot of this kind of situation, and now she naturally had some experience in preparedness.

However, the two young men on the motorcycle seemed unwilling to let go of the guitar case and continued to rush towards Huang Wanting.

This time, Fang Zhiqiang was not calm at all. He could encounter such a thing just one night here. This place was really chaotic.

With a quick step, Fang Zhiqiang headed towards Huang Wanting, but compared to the speed of the motorcycle, Fang Zhiqiang obviously had no time to react.
Chapter completed!