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    紾藏版1八Я影視ρó18んυЬ.cóм                                                                                                             “我来。”顾烟从他手里拿过车钥匙，他现在这个样子，实在不适合开车。                                                                                                             方亦城勉强笑了笑，没说什么，也实在是没力气说什么。                                                                                                             还好提前问了他住址，一路到了他的公寓楼下，他已经睡着了。                                                                                                             “亦城，亦城，”顾烟推他，“亦城，你觉得怎么样？我送你去医院好吗？”                                                                                                             “不要！”方亦城昏昏沉沉的一把抓住她的手，紧紧握在手心，长长的舒了一口气，“没事。”                                                                                                             过去，他常常受伤，有时伤口太严重，顾烟哭着求他去医院，他就抓住她的手，温柔的笑笑，喊她傻瓜，“没事。”他总是这么说。                                                                                                             顾烟的眼眶一热。没有勉强他。                                                                                                             “亦城，你家里有退烧药吗？”                                                                                                             方亦城撑着眼皮，艰难的点头。                                                                                                             顾烟下了车，去另一边开门，将他扶出来。                                                                                                             好不容易把他弄上楼。也许是刚刚见了风，他的温度更高了。退烧药倒是真的有，可是喂他吃了两颗，好久也不见好转。顾烟去冰箱找了点冰块，拿毛巾包了给他敷上。                                                                                                             折腾到后半夜很晚的时候他才退了烧。原本他没事了她就想走，可把他一个人这样丢下实在是不放心，万一再烧起来怎么办？                                                                                                             “方亦城！”顾烟兴奋的挥手，喊得隔着一条马路都听到了。                                                                                                             方亦城马上掐灭了手里的烟，急急的转过身去，从口袋里找出口香糖来嚼。一旁的小弟们个个乐不可支，看顾烟穿过马路跑了过来，都叫人：“二小姐。”                                                                                                             顾烟冲他们点点头，蹦跶着过来一把捏住方亦城的脸，“你——不——乖！”                                                                                                             她不喜欢他ch0u烟，虽说男孩子身上有淡淡的烟草味很迷人，可是她就是不喜欢。                                                                                                             “轻点轻点……”方亦城的下巴都要被她捏下来了，“顾烟，你要谋杀亲夫啊！”                                                                                                             顾烟收回手，重重的哼了一声，“方亦城，你要是再ch0u烟我就不嫁给你了。”                                                                                                             方亦城的手下大笑，老大平时雷厉风行，可一遇到二小姐就一副熊样。                                                                                                             “小烟，给点面子好不好？”方亦城尴尬的凑近她耳语。                                                                                                             “喂！你们！都别笑了！”顾烟一本正经的贼笑着，“不许笑！不然丢你们下海喂鱼！要给你家小姐的男人面子懂吗？”                                                                                                             众人静默了一秒，再次大笑。                                                                                                             方亦城捂脸，颜面尽失。                                                                                                             “亦城，你什么时候才跟爸爸说呀？”十八岁的顾烟头发刚刚过肩膀，软软的披在身后。她和方亦城坐在顾宅的天台上，看着楼下带枪的兄弟们走来走去巡逻，顾烟问他。                                                                                                             “我说过了，”方亦城转过身来，把小小的她抱起来，放在腿上，他的下巴亲昵的搁在她头顶，“可是顾叔说，他实在是舍不得放我这么优秀能g的属下走。”                                                                                                             “那你不走啦？”顾烟急了。他们计划好的，方亦城离开组织，去找一份正经工作，等顾烟读完大学，他们就结婚。                                                                                                             “我不走，怎么给我家小烟安定的生活呢？”方亦城亲了她脸颊一下，柔声笑着说：“小烟，只要离开这里，找一份好好的工作，你就嫁给我，是不是？”                                                                                                             “恩！”毕竟年轻，勇气远b羞涩来的多，顾烟高兴的点头，小脸都绯红。sh润的大眼睛闪闪发亮。                                                                                                             方亦城的笑声很悠远，低低的声音愉悦而莫名压抑，“小烟，记住，一定要嫁给我，我ai你。”                                                                                                             方亦城又像七年来无数次一样，梦到他这一生最为快乐幸福的片段。                                                                                                             小烟，你还记不记得，你说过，一定会嫁给我……                                                                                                             又一次心痛的醒来，方亦城睁开眼，觉得全身都疼，喉咙更是跟火烧过的一样，他闭着眼痛苦的哼了一声。                                                                                                             “恩？要什么？”旁边竟然有人问他。                                                                                                             “小烟！”方亦城着实吓了一大跳，刚刚在梦里见过她，她就凭空出现在眼前，他一时之间没反应过来。                                                                                                             “不要那个样子，我可没对你酒后乱x。”她见他醒过来，很是高兴，拍着他的脸打趣。                                                                                                             方亦城的脑子渐渐清醒，烧退了，也有了力气开玩笑，重重的倒回床上，握紧的拳敲在脑袋上，装腔作势的叹气：“你怎么会错过那么好的机会？”                                                                                                             顾烟笑着捶了他一下，“不要耍贫嘴。醒了就好，你家里有米么？我给你熬点粥吧。”                                                                                                             “有的，在厨房下面的柜子里。”                                                                                                             方亦城洗漱完就坐在沙发上等。规规矩矩的双手放在腿上，乖的不得了。                                                                                                             顾烟看他耍宝的样子觉得很好笑，“方亦城，脑袋烧坏掉了是不是？来，告诉jiejie，十二除以七等于几？”                                                                                                             方亦城很配合的开始装弱智扳手指，口里面念念有词的算。                                                                                                             “好了别傻了，去找碗和筷子，我怎么都找不到。”顾烟忍俊不禁。                                                                                                             方亦城从沙发上弹起来，冲她敬了个标准的军礼。他穿着睡衣，偏偏又是一本正经的样子，让顾烟又笑了出来。                                                                                                             “筷子找不到，勺子可以不可以？”方亦城蹲在厨前认真翻找，很困惑的问顾烟。                                                                                                             “筷子都没有？你在家连泡面都不吃的么？”顾烟鄙视的看他。                                                                                                             方亦城接受到她的鄙视，又是一声叹息，半个身子钻进厨里去找。                                                                                                             “是这个吗？”顾烟伸手在上面的柜子上看到一盒东西。                                                                                                             “当心！”                                                                                                             还是晚了，那盒上叠着一个小盒子，顾烟这样一拽，那个小小的盒子便掉了下来，砸在厨门边上，又弹进了粥锅里。                                                                                                             “啊！”顾烟尖叫，左手的虎口那里被溅起来的滚粥烫红了一大片。                                                                                                             方亦城急急的抓她的手去冲凉水，一边心疼皱眉，一边叹气：“我就知道我没那个福气喝你的粥。”                                                                                                             顾烟本来痛的眼泪都下来，还是被他逗的笑开来。                                                                                                             “起泡了，还是去医院看一下。”                                                                                                             “好啊，你也顺便打一针，我看你温度还是有点高的。”                                                                                                             方亦城嘴角ch0u搐，叹了口气，“等着，我出去买烫伤药。”                                                                                                             他怎么忘了，她其实和他一样，不喜欢去医院。                                                                                                             尽管整夜的发高烧，他今天还是要去上班的。顾烟直叹人民公仆难为啊。                                                                                                             方亦城边穿外套边叮嘱她手上的伤如何如何注意，末了还是不放心，“今天下午我要去医院的，到时候来接你一起去好不好？给医生看一下才放心呀，留疤就不好了。”                                                                                                             “你去医院g什么？”顾烟随便扯着话题转移他注意力。                                                                                                             “我爸爸住院了——老毛病了。”话虽如此，他的眉头还是皱着，看来是蛮烦心的病。                                                                                                             出了门顾烟没让他送她，回家前去了趟超市，大包小包的买完，才意识到左手烫伤了不能拎东西，好不容易一只手坚持到楼下，正想放下休息一下，手上就一轻，袋子被人拎了去。