You'er actually didn't want to go back, but then she thought about it, what happened yesterday was not her fault, it was Bingshan who was guilty, why didn't she go back? She should go back and continue to eat, drink and sleep, so that she wouldn't
Suffer.
Besides, she can't keep troublesome with Feng Xiaoyu.
So, Youer's classmate resolutely decided to go back. She couldn't figure it out. Last night, Bingshan yelled at her and left, and apologized very spinelessly. Normally, she should ignore them and continue.
What! Bingshan yelled at her, she should yell back.
Her fiancé was fooling around behind her back. She should be very angry and step forward, drive the vixen away, and then repair the iceberg severely. This is in line with common sense, so your final conclusion is: She was yelled by the iceberg yesterday
, the brain was twitching, that’s why he did such unreasonable things.
The faint scent of lavender lingered around him. Looking at the white building in front of him, Youer walked over with firm steps.
The door is locked, Bingshan is not at home, hehe... this feeling is good!
You'er rubbed his temples, put down the book in his hand, and looked at the alarm clock on the table. It was already past ten o'clock, and there was no sign of the iceberg coming back, so You'er decided to lock the door and go to sleep.
"Bang-bang-bang-..."
There was a huge bang on the door, not knocking, but slapping or smashing, with an aura of determination to fight until the door was broken.
"Die Bingshan, Yaya has a big head, isn't this the door of his house?"
Youer walked out angrily and opened the door.
Outside the door, it was pitch black, not to mention anyone, there wasn't even a single person breathing. The gloomy wind poured in from outside, and I shivered.
She's so tall, she can't be seeing a ghost! She hasn't done anything bad recently!
Just as he closed the door, there was another knock on the door.
This time, Youer saw it clearly. It was a person. It was definitely a person. The person was standing in the darkness, smelling strongly of alcohol, leaning against the door frame. Then he fell down crookedly and rolled onto the lawn beside the door.
.
"Hey! Bingshan, you're not dead!"
The right boy walked out and kicked him twice, but there was no response.
Yaya, he's not going to die! How could the iceberg become like this? It's neither human nor ghost.
"It's so cold——"
The low and low voice like babbled in sleep came out intermittently, and Nangong also shrank into a ball and hugged his arms tightly.