Chapter 979 The Last Thing To Do For Her (6)

Wu Hao held the fingertips of the safflower oil, slightly increased his strength, and his joints became abrupt.

There was a faint anger beating in his eyes, he stared at Xu Wennuan for a long time, and finally said nothing, just lowered his eyelids slightly.

When he raised his head again, his expression had returned to normal, as if the anger that flashed in his eyes just now was just Xu Wennuan's illusion.

He handed the safflower oil to Xu Wennuan's hand, stared at the poured safflower oil, and watched Xu Nuannuan who was rubbing his ankle for a while, then slowly stood up and said, "I'm going to put the Bring your car over here."

Xu Wennuan slowed down the movement of rubbing his ankles, thinking that he had already agreed to Wu Hao in the car, so he didn't veto it anymore, and took out the keys directly from his bag.

After receiving the key, Wu Hao stood there for a while before turning around and leaving.

...

Going downstairs, Wu Hao hailed a taxi and drove to Lu Bancheng's community.

Halfway through the drive, he suddenly said, "Stop!"

The taxi driver was stunned, but before he could speak, Wu Hao spoke again in a particularly sharp tone: "I said stop!"

The taxi driver slammed on the accelerator, Wu Hao fumbled for a red bill from his pocket, and handed it to the taxi driver. Before he could change, he hurriedly opened the door, jumped out of the car, and rushed Running to the side of the road, he looked around twice, and finally hid directly behind the Evergreen in the green belt on the street, and then squatted on the lawn regardless of his image, shaking all over, while stretching out his hands to carelessly grab it.

No matter how he scratched, the itchy and painful feeling was still throbbing in his body. He felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't help stretching out his hand and started scratching the ground. His fingers were bled, and he seemed to feel uncomfortable. To normal, he was still digging hard on the somewhat dry ground, and the sharp stones in the soil pierced into his nails, blood was flowing, but he still showed no sign of stopping.

Until his ten fingers were bruised to the point where his body was bruised, the uncomfortable feeling in his body finally stopped.

Wu Hao seemed to have narrowly escaped death, lying on the lawn in a state of embarrassment, gasping for breath for a while, then slowly stood up, fumbled for a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his fingers clean, and then patted off the dirt on his body. Mud walked out of the green belt, stretched out his hand, stopped a taxi again, and continued to the community where Lu Bancheng was located.

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The onset of drug addiction took a while, and when Wu Hao returned to Xu Nuannuan's home, Xu Nuannuan curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

Wu Hao put the car keys on the shoe cabinet, then walked lightly to the sofa, bent over to pick up Xu Wennuan, and walked to the bedroom.

He put her on the bed, covered her carefully with the quilt, then sat on the edge of the bed, stared at her sleeping face, and collected himself.

He didn't know if it was because she cried for too long today, but he always felt that there was a tear hanging from the corner of her eye.

He looked at it, and couldn't help reaching out his hand, wanting to wipe it away for her. Before his fingertips touched her cheek, she suddenly murmured two words in her sleep.

Wu Hao didn't hear clearly, but his movements stopped.

The room was quiet for less than three seconds, and her lips moved again: "Zero degrees, zero degrees..."

Zero degree, isn't it Lu Bancheng? How could she call Lu Bancheng's screen name in her dream?

The thoughts in Wu Hao's mind have not been settled yet, Xu Nuanwen continued to speak: "Lu Bancheng, Lu Bancheng..."