Shen Wangjin sat there, her gloomy eyes fell on her red eyes and tears that were declining, and finally slowly stood up.

He walked very slowly, but the distance of a few steps, as if he had gone for a long time, for a long time ...

When I finally walked in front of her, Zhuang Yibo's tears had already lost control.

She couldn't see the person in front of her, but she could feel the breath on him. She was so familiar with no more familiar breath.

She missed it and thought about it for a time, but later, she didn't dare to think about it again.

But now, he stood in front of her again. Such a close distance, as long as she leaned forward, she could meet him.

But she didn't dare to move.

There are countless thoughts in her heart, but her body is stiff from beginning to end.

She couldn't see his expression, she didn't know what kind of eyes he used to look at herself at the moment -a disgust or hate?

But she still wanted to know, she wanted to know, where is he uncomfortable ...

"Are you ... are you sick?" When she spoke again, she still could only repeat these words.

For a long time, I finally heard his answer near the ear side: "Yes, I'm sick, what do you plan to do?"

She stiffened sharply, and the next moment, she reached out involuntarily, grabbed his wrist tightly, and looked at him.

I still can't see it clearly, but at that moment, she was like a child, it was difficult to hold herself, sad and helplessly crying.

She couldn't see his expression, but Shen Wangjin looked at every trace of expression on her face, until she gradually cried--

He stretched out his hand and stroked the tears in her slippery.

Tears slipped beside the cheeks, it was already cold, but his fingertips were warm.

Shen Wangjin slowly rubbed the warmth of his fingertips, and then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Nympho

Qian Xing waited for nearly half an hour downstairs.

Today, I will bring Zhuang Yibo here. She deliberately do it. The meeting between Zhuang Yibo and Shen Wangjin is what she hopes, but she is also worried.

Because she always does not allow the attitude of Shen Wangjin today, letting Zhuang Yibo go, nothing more than trusting Shen Ruiwen.

But this trust is obviously not enough to support too long.

Qian Xing looked at the time, and when he was half an hour, he turned and walked back to the building again.

But just when I walked to the entrance, Shen Ruiwen met with a smile on the corner of the eyes and met.

Seeing this expression like Shen Ruiwen, Qian Xing faintly felt that he could breathe a sigh of relief, but he couldn't let go.

Shen Ruiwen walked straight in front of her. Although the smile on the corner of her lips was not exaggerated, it was obvious.

"Miss Song, everything is fine."

Thousand stars heard the words, but glanced at him suddenly, saying, "What do you mean?"

Shen Ruiwen couldn't hear Qianxing. This was embarrassed, but he still whispered: "Mr. Shen and Miss Zhuang, it should be reconciled ..."

Qian Xing listened, and couldn't help sneered, and said, "Why?"

After speaking, she pushed Shen Ruiwen, walked straight into the elevator, and went upstairs.

At the door of Shenwangjin Ward, Qianxing pushed open the door without politely.

By the wall behind the door, the two were standing there, and their bodies overlapped.

Zhuang Yibo leaned in Shen Wangjin's arms, and seemed to be crying.

When Qian Xing was ascending, he didn't hit one place, holding his arm and looked at Shen Wangjin, who turned his head, "What does Mr. Shen mean?"

Shen Wangjin's expression quickly recovered, "Are you referring to?"
Chapter completed!