Cousin fierce

"She accompanied me to have fun, but it's not as dirty as you think, okay? We are Plato's love." Wang Xifeng spoke righteously.

Xia Xia smiled helplessly, and said: "I know you must be unhappy after I told you. Let me tell you about Jia Baoyu's situation for the last time. Your little lover regrets it now, please come back."

"I don't know anything." Wang Xifeng hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Facing the hung up phone, Xia Xia whispered, "It's not that I won't help you, it's that there's really nothing I can do, so you can do it yourself."

Chapter 102

64.

Over there, Wang Xifeng was facing the pressed phone, tears streaming down her face.

How can I be so worthless, I have said it countless times, and I no longer shed tears for this person's name, why am I crying again now.

Wang Xifeng buried her face hard in the pillow, and the tears were absorbed by the cotton pillow, and if they were gone, the evidence would be destroyed.

"Sister, are you crying again?" Someone beside me said softly.

Wang Xifeng didn't raise her head, but muffled in the pillow and said, "Xiao Cong, I want to cry."

"It's not me persuading you, but how many times you have cried since you came here. Before, you could say that you would never hold back when you wanted to let go. Look at you now, you don't look like Wang Xifeng." Xiao Cong took out a cigarette from under the pillow, Lighted the lighter, took a deep breath after lighting it, and exhaled a circle of white smoke.

"Those people who say let go and let go are definitely not human. I should have known that I was pretending to be bi, otherwise I wouldn't have said such stupid things..." Wang Xifeng raised her body and grabbed her hair with one hand. When I got down, my hair had grown enough to be scattered on my shoulders, and I almost forgot that bald head back then.

Xiao Cong sat up, her upper body exposed in the winter night air. She had no scruples, smoking a cigarette, and said to Wang Xifeng, "You taught me how to be chic."

"So you succeeded, but I didn't succeed. I only have great principles, and I can't do it myself." Wang Xifeng took the cigarette from her hand, and her lipstick was still on it. Wang Xifeng took a deep breath, and the smoke entered her lungs. She coughed violently.

"You are crippled." Xiao Cong took back the cigarette and smiled lightly.

How a Wang Xifeng was destroyed by love, she could see most clearly.

Three years ago, Wang Xifeng taught herself to be brave, but three years later, Wang Xifeng asked her for a place to hide.

Those who have really experienced it will understand that sometimes knowing how to be chic and being really chic are two different things.

At that time, the chic Wang Xifeng hadn't met anyone who made her uncool, so she was so cheerful. Now that Wang Xifeng met this enemy, she couldn't get better.

Xiao Cong sat up, and Wang Xifeng leaned to one side while touching his forehead.

Xiaocong took Wang Xifeng's hand to admire, and said: "I have to look at countless hands every day, do nursing and painting nails for them, but I have never looked at a person's hand so seriously. Your fingers are so beautiful. You are the fate of the rich and the rich." .”

Wang Xifeng said: "I never believed this."

"I don't ask you to believe me, I'm just talking nonsense, people like to hear good things." Xiao Cong chuckled lightly.

I have worked as a manicurist in a beauty shop for several years, and I have learned to look at the hands and not the face. What is beautiful about the face is the expression of superiority. Dog eyes look down on people, but the hands seem much closer.

"I'll help you remove the dead skin and polish it, then apply a layer of protective oil, use purple nail polish as the base color, and paint various shapes, your hands will be several years younger. If people see your hands like that , it's hard not to fall in love with you."

"You haven't seen Jia Baoyu's hands, they are slender, beautiful and clean." Wang Xifeng looked at her own hands, but thought of Jia Baoyu's in Hangzhou.

"I find it awkward when I hear lesbians talking about hands." Xiao Cong frowned.

"why?"

"Don't you lesbians use your hands to penetrate each other? Talking about hands is like talking about sex. However, it is indeed full of beauty, at least it won't make you sick." Xiao Cong smiled at Wang Xifeng, smiling very young with a still childish face Pretty, but it would be nice if those eyes were younger too.

man, 30-year-old eyes.

"Indeed." Wang Xifeng thought of it and wanted to laugh.

Xiao Cong suddenly asked: "Why did you leave your lover?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Wang Xifeng asked back.

Xiaocong shook her head, she never said anything, this woman appeared at the door of her house a month ago, standing in front of her and smiling at herself.

To be honest, she had never seen a person whose smile was uglier than crying, and Wang Xifeng did let her know.

It's like crying, but it's more sad than crying.

Like a lunatic who is about to step on the verge of collapse, she smiled to herself and said in a very cheerful voice: "Honey, I'm here to find you, you don't think I have it!"

Her voice, posture and eyes were all deliberately exaggerated, so Xiao Cong knew something was wrong with her, so she invited her in and let her stay in her home of less than [-] square meters without saying a word.

Wang Xifeng rescued her three years ago, and now it's her turn to rescue Wang Xifeng.

Wang Xifeng eats, wears, houses, and travels here, but only takes up her bed, her sofa, her TV, and her bathroom, and shares the air and time with her, and the rest is fine.

She doesn't like women, and Wang Xifeng will not be an object of disgust to her. They live together and maintain a pure and innocent intimate relationship.