Cheng Weize said sincerely: "Can you give me a chance?
I know you are frustrated now, but I am willing to warm you with my true feelings. Children can only grow up healthily under the care of their parents, don’t you think?"
Sang Xiaoyu shook her head and said, "Let's not talk about this topic for now, okay? Because you can't listen to anything I say..."
"Do you want to follow Jiang Chunhui?" Cheng Weize asked.
Sang Xiaoyu glanced at him and said: "No. Whether you believe it or not, nothing happened between us, but it is true that he helped me. If I hadn't met him, I don't think I would have done this surgery."
If you do, maybe we will never see each other again.
Why am I desperately trying to get him to find you? It’s because I feel like I don’t have long to live, and I don’t want my son to become an orphan… It’s that simple.”
After listening to Sang Xiaoyu's words, Cheng Weize felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave on a hot summer day. No matter how his life changed, the only person who could become his wife was Sang Xiaoyu.
Seeing Sang Xiaoyu's determined look, Cheng Weize also felt that it would take a day to freeze three feet, and it would take time to thaw.
So, he returned to the nursing bed and talked for nearly three hours, summarizing his life in the past few years.
What he told Sang Xiaoyu was all about suffering and how he struggled to achieve success, but in fact, there were many things he couldn't tell.
He deliberately left out the facts about women, accidents, collaborating with criminals and escaping.
But Sang Xiaoyu didn't interrupt him with a word. Sang Xiaoyu didn't listen to his description seriously.
Sang Xiaoyu seemed to be listening attentively and kept responding to him with words like "Oh, alas, is that so?"
It made him feel that he had really suffered as much as her, and now, he had redeemed himself with 400,000 yuan.
Cheng Weize finished telling everything, and seeing that Sang Xiaoyu was not sleepy, he started talking about the past between the two. He felt that what they needed was a warm past.
So he said: "Xiao Yu, do you still remember why we named the hotel "Lulu Xiaozhu"?"
Sang Xiaoyu said: "Of course."
Cheng Weize said: "Your eyes are so much like the eyes of a deer, I always call you Lulu girl..."
Sang Xiaoyu couldn't mention Lulu Xiaozhu, it was the most painful place in her heart.
They truly loved each other. He was her first love and the only man she had until now. This man once held an umbrella to protect him from the wind and rain, and he also let her hide under the umbrella in the dark.
Sang Xiaoyu has long been numb, and the tenderness in the past can no longer move her at all. She doesn't hate it either, it just disappeared with love.
Cheng Weize is not the same, he still wants to pull Sang Xiaoyu back from these warm moments.
He said with emotion: "Xiaoyu, do you still remember that we took that trip before we got married? It was you who initiated it. You said you were afraid that I wouldn't be able to accompany you after we ran a hotel after we got married. You had to come and say it?"
Just go travel.
At that time, we were climbing a mountain called Bogu. Halfway up the mountain, it suddenly started raining. The rain became heavier and heavier. We had to find a cave to take shelter from the rain. We were both hungry and tired, and it rained again.
We didn’t stop until we went down the mountain at night.”
Of course Sang Xiaoyu remembered everything that happened between them clearly, but she didn't want to think of these things again in her memory.
Cheng Weize continued: "We hugged each other in the cave, and I still remember that you were shivering from the cold... I gave you all my clothes, but you were still cold...
Finally, the rain stopped and we went down the mountain. It was really dangerous that day and the mountain road was too slippery. I walked in front of you because I was afraid that you would slip down.
At the bottom of the mountain, we picked up a broken umbrella and found the only small hotel with lights on.
The boss kindly cooked noodles for us. At night, I wanted to be with you, but you refused to say anything. You were so scared that you refused to speak, and you even lied to me that you were not feeling well..."
Cheng Weize was silent in his memories. He muttered to himself, which seemed a bit desolate in the empty night, completely ignoring that things and people were different now.
To Sang Xiaoyu, his words had long lost their original meaning. They were tasteless and a bit boring!
"Drink some water"
Sang Xiaoyu's voice was hollow and clear, interrupting Cheng Weize's beautiful memories.
Sang Xiaoyu explained: "I'm afraid you'll be thirsty."
Cheng Weize couldn't hear a trace of emotion in her voice, but he was already about to burst into tears.
Cheng Weize was a little disappointed, even desperate.
If in the past, when he said this, Sang Xiaoyu would have responded, either hugging him and asking him to say it again, or her face would flush with excitement...
What now?
She completely lost the throbbing she had in the past, nor did she have any thoughtfulness or understanding, not even a trace of tenderness. She seemed to be listening to someone else's story, without a trace of ripples. Cheng Weize's heart sank to the bottom.
Cheng Weize was so confident when he came that he even wanted to pursue her again and let her be a princess again.
Cheng Weize was somewhat confident in front of Sang Xiaoyu. Although they had not lived together for a long time, based on his understanding of Sang Xiaoyu's personality, he knew that she was a woman who went all the way to the dark side.
If you like someone, there is no room for him to return the favor.
When she was with herself, there were so many men who coveted her beauty and tenderness, but she turned a deaf ear and couldn't see them. She only focused on being around herself. She was excellent as a husband and a child.
After he came back, he found that Sang Xiaoyu had changed tremendously. When he talked with her, he found that the original things were still there, which made his lost confidence come back.
Sang Xiaoyu rejected him, which was within his expectation, but he knew from his sister that she had never taken this step, and Jiang Chunhui had only recently come into contact with her, and her current attitude also proved that the relationship between them
It's okay, at least it's okay now.
Where is their future? What is their hope?
He forced himself not to show it. He raised his hand and glanced at the watch. It was already two o'clock in the evening. He asked, "Are you sleepy?"
Sang Xiaoyu said in a very low voice: "Yes, I'm going to sleep. I have to do an indicator check tomorrow. I want to sleep."
Cheng Weize was extremely disappointed. Even if he didn't awaken Sang Xiaoyu's love for him, he should at least be moved, right? But Sang Xiaoyu was already relieved.
A familiar boredom rose from Sang Xiaoyu's heart, filling her entire heart.
This man is getting further and further away from me. The man he was familiar with has changed from his original appearance. Maybe he has changed. No matter who changes, they are like oil and water, they can no longer fuse together.
Soon, Sang Xiaoyu snored softly, which was so familiar and so uncontrollable.
Cheng Weize felt like he was in the early stages of a terminal illness, unable to survive or die, and the pain seemed to be inextricable from heaven to earth.