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。