紾藏版1八Я影視ρó18んυЬ.cóм                                                                                                             他搂着她眯了一会儿，等呼x1渐渐平稳，便起身抱她去浴室洗漱。                                                                                                             “嘶……”被他抱在怀里冲洗，一个没注意，热水淋上右手，顾烟痛的倒x1一口凉气。                                                                                                             “怎么弄的？”梁飞凡连忙扯过毛巾，小心翼翼的把伤口周围的水x1g。                                                                                                             “煮粥的时候烫了一下——”                                                                                                             梁飞凡的眼神忽的黯淡。                                                                                                             煮粥？他还以为，那是他的专利。原来，她也是会的，在方亦城面前。                                                                                                             “很痛？”他冷笑了声。                                                                                                             “还好，涂了药膏了——飞凡，你怎么了？”他的表情和语气实在太反常，她确定他一定是发生了什么事。                                                                                                             他没有回答，小心的避开她的伤口，给她冲洗g净。关了水，拿来浴巾裹住她，横抱起往外走。                                                                                                             把她放在床上，他回身找毛巾擦g自己。                                                                                                             顾烟浑身酸软的倒在床上，掐指算算日子，起来打开ch0u屉找药片，“飞凡，我要喝水。”                                                                                                             梁飞凡放下毛巾去客厅，倒了水来给她。                                                                                                             他看着她皱着眉吞药片，她是不喜欢吃药的，可她更不愿意怀孩子，或者说，不愿意怀他的孩子。                                                                                                             “肚子饿吗？”他按压心头的翻滚，接过她的水杯喝了一口，柔声问她。                                                                                                             顾烟卷着被子躺下，“恩，我要吃炒饭。”                                                                                                             “恩。”梁飞凡m0m0她的头发，“躺着，好了叫你。”                                                                                                             顾烟眯着眼，心安理得的躺着，点点头。                                                                                                             他轻手轻脚的出去。                                                                                                             嘭！咣当！                                                                                                             顾烟被一阵响声吵醒，好几秒才反应过来，是厨房里的声音。                                                                                                             “飞凡？”她套上t恤，出去看他。                                                                                                             梁飞凡蹲在地上，右手捂着左手。                                                                                                             “怎么了？”她急忙过去，抓他的手来看。                                                                                                             “痛。”梁飞凡低低的说。                                                                                                             “哪里？烫伤了还是划伤了？恩？”她急急的翻看他的手。                                                                                                             锅子扣在地上，炒饭半熟，洒了一地。                                                                                                             “这里。”梁飞凡拉她的手，盖在心口。                                                                                                             顾烟急了，心脏病？                                                                                                             “你别动！我去打电话！”她起身要走，却被他一把拉回。                                                                                                             “不用。”他拉着她的手，贴在自己x口，sisi按住，力气大的好像要把这只手嵌进自己的心脏，“医生在我面前，可她不愿意救我。”                                                                                                             “梁飞凡！”顾烟ch0u开手，生气的猛然站起，“你要吓si我啊！到底有没有哪里伤到？”                                                                                                             “有，”他的脸上净是疲惫。“心伤到了。”                                                                                                             “顾烟，你是不是从来没想过，我梁飞凡也是有心的？”他低低的说。                                                                                                             刚刚炒着饭，脑海里全是她甜甜蜜蜜给方亦城煮粥的景象，顾烟，我就……那么贱吗？                                                                                                             他还是忍不住了。                                                                                                             凌晨的时候，他赶回来，她不在家。                                                                                                             他坐在楼下车里等到天亮，电话又响，容二字斟句酌的告诉他：“她……顾烟，刚刚从他家出来——他们一起。”                                                                                                             他无语，心如刀绞。                                                                                                             “顾烟，你和你的初恋情人在他家待了一个晚上。这之间，难道没有想到应该给我一个电话解释一下吗？”他站起来，直视她的眼睛。                                                                                                             顾烟愣住，半晌才反应过来，原来，他今天这么不对劲，是因为这个。                                                                                                             “我不认为这有什么大不了的。”她这时才想起，他怎么可能放心她一个人在家，阿虎肯定一直跟着她！                                                                                                             其实，昨晚她也想过要打个电话给梁飞凡，可是，怎么说呢？飞凡，我在亦城家？她开不了这个口。                                                                                                             梁飞凡冷笑。                                                                                                             他相信她没有跟方亦城发生什么，可是，顾烟，你怎么可以趁我出差的时候在别的男人家里过夜？你有没有想过我知道了会怎么想？还是你打算瞒着我？瞒着我和你的初恋情人共度良宵？                                                                                                             你把我，当什么？                                                                                                             “我跟他真的没什么。”顾烟见他半天不说话，肯定是生气极了。她呐呐的憋出一句话来，试图解释。                                                                                                             事到如今，她真的很后悔，昨晚还是应该打电话给他说一下的，哪怕他当时不同意，在电话里吵起来，也b现在这个样子好。他现在的神情，几乎可以用伤心来形容。顾烟看的心里有些揪住。“没什么需要守在一起一整夜吗？顾烟，不要以为我宠你你就可以为所yu为。”他听了这句，忽然怒气腾腾。                                                                                                             没什么？他每次出现你就b0然变se一脸心虚回忆往事的样子叫没什么？把他的电话号码记的b我的还清楚叫没什么？在我身边时不时的眼神放空心思不知道转到哪里去了叫没什么？                                                                                                             如果他方亦城在你心里算没什么，我梁飞凡大概就什么也不算了吧？                                                                                                             又来了，顾烟的笑脸讨好全部收起来，心底一阵冰凉。                                                                                                             “他发烧了，我在他家照顾他。”顾烟语气尽量平静，心里一遍遍的跟自己说，他吃醋代表他在乎你，不要生气，不要生气，好好说话。                                                                                                             “我和他认识那多年，就算不在一起了，也不能当做陌生人吧？他发着高烧，又是为了我的事来的，我照顾他一下，不算过分吧？”                                                                                                             “他发烧你为什么不送他去医院？在他家待一夜他就好了？你是医生吗？”他疾言厉se。                                                                                                             “他不喜欢去医院。”顾烟暗自叹气，好暧昧的理由啊。可是这种事情，本来就是越解释越乱的。                                                                                                             “多好的理由——顾烟，你到底想怎么样？你从家里搬出来，就是为了自由的和他约会么？那我呢算什么？你的入幕之宾？你现在是要看表现在我和他之间择优录取吗？”                                                                                                             “你冷静点。”顾烟知道此刻不能和他吵起来，尽量压抑自己脾气好言相劝，“飞凡，你冷静点，我愿意向你解释，你有疑问有不满，我们都说出来，不要吵架好不好？你现在在气头上，说出来的话有多伤人你知不知道？”                                                                                                             “那你这样背着我与旧情人gg搭搭有多伤人你知不知道？”                                                                                                             “梁飞凡！如果我对方亦城形同路人，你难道不会有前车之鉴的悲凉感吗？你希望我是个不念旧情的人吗？”顾烟终于怒了。                                                                                                             “如果你可以不再见方亦城，我无所谓。”                                                                                                             “你无理取闹！”                                                                                                             “是你不对在先！”                                                                                                             顾烟恨恨的转身去了客厅，坐在沙发上背对着他：“梁飞凡，我们现在都不冷静。明天再谈！我不希望和你吵架！”                                                                                                             梁飞凡沉默了一会，调匀了呼x1，跟过去走到她面前，俯下来双臂把她困在他与沙发之间，一字一句的说：“好，什么也不说。顾烟，对我发誓，再也不见他。我就当做什么也没发生过。”                                                                                                             他冰冷的语气让顾烟有隐隐熟悉的感觉，一些破碎的画面排山倒海在她脑海里汹涌，那种窒息的感觉猛然间抓住了她。                                                                                                             她再低声下气的求和他都不接受是不是？一定要用这种霸道的方式解决问题是不是？一切从他自己的喜好出发是不是？                                                                                                             顾烟完全火大，昂着下巴，冷冷的盯着他狂乱的眸子，也是一字一句“不然呢？我不愿意发誓的话，你要怎么样对我？再、qianbao、我、一、次、吗？！梁飞凡的心被这几个字撕成碎片。                                                                                                             顾烟，你以为，那天只有你痛？我不痛吗？！                                                                                                             梁飞凡的瞳孔急速的收缩，两个人倔强的对看了好久，他终于放开她，一步步后退，什么也不再说，转身大步离开。                                                                                                             大门被关上的声音震天响，顾烟愣愣的靠在沙发上，瞪着天花板，半晌，肚子咕嘟咕嘟的响，“混蛋，”她恨恨的骂，“都说了不要吵架了！折腾我那么久连饭都不煮给我吃！”                                                                                                             梁飞凡再也没回来过。                                                                                                             可是顾烟却能天天见到他。                                                                                                             电视上，娱乐星闻里，一个又一个倾国倾城挽着他对镜头娇笑。                                                                                                             报纸上，头版头条，某某明星，某某名模，搭上梁氏总裁，青云直上云云。                                                                                                             昨天的大热门是：玉nvai情事业双丰收梁氏总裁护驾好事将近！                                                                                                             “我说，你怎么还那么淡定？”小离拿勺子去挖顾烟碗里的冰激凌，还把报纸顺手推近给她看，“你看！陈玉nv笑的多甜啊！我本来还蛮喜欢她的，不过看在她抢你男人的份上，我以后不去电影院看她的电影了，我下载盗版的。”                                                                                                             秦桑招呼完旁边那桌的生意，也过来这边坐了下来，瞄了一眼报纸上那张巨大的照片，“daboss就是强悍，一个侧脸都散发着浓浓的杀气。”                                                                                                             秦桑辞了工作，接手了这家咖啡店，自己做老板，请来“非”里的点心师傅“兼职”，生意渐渐红火。                                                                                                             顾烟很是羡慕秦桑，似乎在她的世界里，什么事都是可能的，又什么事都牵绊不了她，永远的潇洒如风，优雅随x。                                                                                                             “桑桑，你想想办法呀。”小离敲着盘子的边。                                                                                                             秦桑看一眼不为所动的顾烟，对小离悠悠的一笑，“皇帝不急太监急。”                                                                                                             小离大怒，“秦小桑！你才是太监呢！”                                                                                                             秦桑撇她一眼，“安小离，你皮痒啊？”                                                                                                             小离哼了一声，“我是替顾烟着急呀，你不急啊？”                                                                                                             秦桑指指顾烟，对安小离说：“你看她，像是急的样子么？只要她愿意，那些nv的连梁飞凡十米之内都接近不了。”                                                                                                             “只要他要，只要我愿意给。”秦桑给了个总结，又觉得这句话实在经典，掏出手机记了下来。                                                                                                             顾烟微笑，端起咖啡杯对秦桑说：“知己，敬你！”                                                                                                             小离左看看右看看，愤怒的一口吞下一整个冰激凌球，这两只狐狸jing，又在说狐狸星球语言了。                                                                                                             只要他要，呵，我愿意给。                                                                                                             顾烟微笑，好吧，哄哄他去。