A wisp of wind passed in front of him. It was very fragrant, just like the smell on the boss's body. It was a light mint fragrance, which was unexpectedly good.
I hope you won't let us down, and don't let him down either.
Su Zhetuo was about to say something, but when he saw the person walking over, his face turned pale unexpectedly. He had a very bad premonition in his heart. He didn't know how he came back. The closer she got, the more he came.
, why does he feel like he's getting farther and farther away?
"Lan Lan," the hoarse and weak voice, the handsome but pale face, is still handsome, but at this time, it seems to have lost any luster.
Yu Wenchen, who walked in, stood aside and did not move forward any further. This was no longer something they could interfere with. This was not a shopping mall, but a world of three people.
He couldn't get in, and neither could anyone else.
Xiang Qinglan walked to Su Zhetuo's side. She stopped and looked at the water drops falling on his hair. She took out her handkerchief and wiped his face with such care and gentleness.
.And Arthur, who was standing next to him, took a step back, seeming to have returned to the darkness.
"Lan Lan, believe me, I was just drugged, and I didn't want to touch Gong Ruxue." He explained, but Xiang Qing Lan gave him a faint look, and then pulled away his hand.
.
Intentional or unintentional, it doesn't matter.
She turned around and looked at the person who seemed to be completely hidden in the darkness. This was the best protective color.
He really suits black.
She slowly approached her, but Su Zhetuo just watched her move away from him step by step. He stretched out his hand, obviously within reach, but why, he couldn't grab anything.
Xiang Qinglan stopped, raised his head, and saw half of the man's face red and swollen.
"Does it hurt?" She stretched out her hand and gently stroked his face, the temperature of her fingertips seemed to burn her.
Arthur shook his head, it doesn't matter, you forgot, my skin is very thick. Hold her hand tightly, she can't hear anything, so, are you angry?
Su Zhetuo, on the other hand, took a step back and felt that his body was obviously flexing, and he could not even move a little bit. He heard her voice, her real voice, not the voice under hypnosis.
She asked him if it hurt? Could it be that he was hurt even if she didn't touch his face? He was also in a lot of pain.
And when did she recover? Since she could speak, why didn't she say a word to him, not a word at all? Did she really hate him so much? She hated him so much that she didn't even want to talk to him.
"I did bad things, but in fact this is the real me, are you afraid?" Arthur raised the corners of his lips, but there was a flash of worry in his eyes, but in his heart, she would blame him and hate him.
"I heard it," Xiang Qinglan wiped the blood from his lips, but frowned. He had sold a lot of blood for her before, but he didn't know if he had made up for it now.
"Do you hate me? I put you through it again," Arthur thought that her frown was still because of that incident. He planned the matter between Su Zhetuo and Gong Ruxue.
Xiang Qinglan squeezed her finger, I know the reason, you just want to help me find her voice that I lost. When we met again, it turned out that she discovered that some things in the past were actually
, he should have let it go.
If she doesn't let go, she will still be living in the past tense, and she has already lost enough. If she loses it again, she will lose herself too.
"Tuo," Xiang Qinglan turned over at this moment and called Su Zhetuo's name, just one word, which seemed particularly close, but her eyes were pale and devoid of any color.
Su Zhetuo's throat was unbearably dry. She had never called him by his name before, only her husband. Now, could she really never hear her again?
Is it no longer possible?
"Tuo, I'm sorry," Xiang Qinglan bent down to him, and Arthur just put his hand on her shoulder. As long as she wanted to do something, then all he would give her was support, no matter what it was.
Su Zhetuo seemed to be trying his best to support himself. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for something. She didn't say I'm sorry. It should be him. From the beginning to the end, the person who wanted to say sorry was always him, and he will be the one who said sorry.
She was completely injured. It was his ruthlessness that took away her precious voice, and it was his cruelty that killed their child. Now, she is actually saying sorry to him.
Ironic, really ironic.
"I'm sorry," Xiang Qinglan straightened her waist and looked at him calmly, but her eyes were as calm as water. It seemed like a long time ago that she could face him calmly.
"I apologize to you for what Qing did," Xiang Qinglan felt that her hand on her shoulder was a little stronger, but she just turned her head and shook her head at him, indicating that she was fine.
He looked at Su Zhetuo again and bowed deeply.
This time, let everything in their past disappear together. They are no longer husband and wife, nor are they enemies. When they meet again, they are just strangers.
I once loved you so deeply, but now I can no longer find the feeling I had at that time. When a broken heart is completely repaired by another heart, it seems that it is another feeling.
She said sorry only because Qing was doing it for her and his voice. This was the best way. When the situation was repeated, she really found her voice, but it made Qing fall into a despicable state.
calculation.
Her apology was only because of him, and she never felt sorry for Su Zhetuo.
Su Zhezhe raised his face, as if he knew what she wanted to express. He was going to lose her. He really lost her this time. No matter what he did, no matter what he wanted to make up for, it would not work. In the end, he still
Lost, lost, his air, how could he live without air?
"Lan Lan, can't you give us a chance? I love you, I really love you. I have done so much, but I just want a chance, a fair chance, and you can't give it to me?" Su Zhetuo
His eyes were bloodshot. He was noble, cold and inhumane. He was a man that women wanted to be his woman. But now, he was asking for the love of a woman, a woman he had never disdained before.
A glance of love.
He ignored her who existed like air, ignored her contribution and her love, and took everything about her for granted. But now, regret occupied his heart.