Left bank

Fan Qi looked at the person sitting on the sofa slowly exhaling white smoke, the light shining in his deep eyes was fatally attractive

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"I want a sum of money"

Fan Qi "I can give you twice Xiong Nai's tuition, but there are conditions"

"Stay away from him, my only condition is to see him or not, and I will provide him with the best"

Chi An stared blankly at the smoke in the small room, opened the window to disperse the smell of smoke, propped his chin with one hand, thinking that Xiong Nai would not live in this small room as long as he went to university, as long as he lived on campus.

After the holidays, I have to go back to my hometown to watch my parents do things, and I will be very busy at school. I probably won't have much time to spend together, and I will gradually forget to call and contact him.

"There's no other way..." Chi An thought, it must be fate.

Xiong Nai looked at the brand new bed, book, table, uniform toiletries,

I feel happy like a child who has been rewarded, and I will tell Ikean when I go back,

Thinking of Chi An makes my heart even sweeter. I have a university, I have a lover, and I even think of living together in the future, and I feel extremely happy.

Chi An was packing his things, "Don't ask for these, I'll ask my assistant to prepare them for you, just bring your ID card and yourself." Chi An looked at the room, took the key away, and closed the door.

Chi An knew that Naiqiu would cry. When he saw the letter with only two words, the ninja didn't think too much. Now he was taken care of by Fan Qi. For three years, Chi An thought, he had to wait until his junior year. , so sad

feeling of suffocation

When Xiong Nai returned to the hut, what he saw was an empty scene, without the breath of the pool bank, he tasted the taste of loss at a young age, he had nothing to say, and buried his face in the pillow.

Chi An may never come back, maybe never, there is no reason, and he can't find the person he used to warm.

The university had to go on, but it was no longer colorful, and he met someone.

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cat crying silently

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