kiss on his heart

Chapter 104 He's gone

Song Ruanqing lowered his head and walked slowly, kicking small stones on the side of the road from time to time. It might have rained a while ago, and the floor tiles were wet with water. The small stones rolled on the ground a few times before stopping.

Suddenly seeing an old person, bits and pieces from abroad came to my heart, and it was filled with bitterness.

Song Ruanqing's eyes were blurry. She spread her fingers and placed them between her eyebrows. The dim street lights shone on her body, but she couldn't feel any light.

Suddenly, she stopped, and the sound of her high heels on the cement floor stopped abruptly.

"Why did you come back so late?"

Jiang Jingyuan had just come back. He was sitting in the car with his head hanging out of the car. The thin moonlight made him feel cold.

When the bright car lights hit her, she suddenly realized that a button on her clothes was missing...

Maybe he pulled her down when she was holding the little one.

She raised her feet to greet her, her tone neither salty nor dull: "It's only 09:30, it's not too late."

Jiang Jingyuan raised his chin and looked at the girl standing an inch away from him outside the car. His narrow peach blossom eyes instantly lost the warmth and inadvertent romance. He did not speak, but tightened his lip lines and the back of his cheeks were slightly sunken. It only appears when you bite your back alveolus hard.

There was a dead silence in his eyes, bottomless, like an endless black ocean.

He smiled and said arrogantly, "It's quite early to finish."

The buttons of the clothes were torn off, and the blouse was wrinkled. He raised his eyes, looked her up and down, and then kicked the accelerator. The car was like an arrow leaving the string, leaving Song Ruanqing with exhaust.

Song Ruanqing took a step back, grabbed his collar and covered his mouth and nose.

Why is this man so crazy?

Song Ruanqing stood there and didn't move for a long time, but the security guard at the security booth called her: "Girl, are you going home yet? My door is always open? Are you still coming in?"

Song Ruanqing's hands were trembling and he walked in without saying a word.

She now feels a little difficult to breathe, and the feeling of dying is coming again.

She originally thought she could forget all that, but in the end, she still couldn't let it go.

Song Ruanqing is like this. He really doesn't want to talk to Jiang Jingyuan. Looking at his expression as if someone owes him, he just feels childish and speechless.

She entered the door, put her bag on the entrance, and carried her tired body into the bedroom.

The moment she opened the door, Jiang Jingyuan immediately sat upright, wondering if he had gone too far. From Song Ruanqing's attitude, he felt that he really cared.

Zhao Yunchuan actually said so boldly, "It's all over." It seemed that they were alone in the same room tonight. They might have said something and done something. That man had no moral bottom line at all, and he had a wife and children. Are you still tired of talking to your old flame and talking to each other?

The more Jiang Jingyuan thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. The acid bubbles in his chest almost made the whole room bubbling with acid.

He lingered in the living room for a long time, restless, thinking of going to the balcony to cool off with the cold wind, but the late summer heat almost burned him.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't want to bear it anymore. He had to ask Chou Yinmao today!

Just an old flame!Is it so unforgettable?
He stepped forward, looking like he was in trouble. After opening the door, he saw Song Ruanqing sitting in front of the dressing table, slowly applying skin care products.

After being glanced at by her cold eyes, his heart that was trying to strike while the iron was hot was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and it died down.

It's really worthless.

Jiang Jingyuan was pacing and standing hesitantly behind her. Her hair seemed to have grown longer and was scattered around her waist.

"Is something wrong?"

Song Ruanqing raised his head and looked at Jiang Jingyuan.

He looked aggrieved, touched her lips lustfully, rubbed them gently, and said in a hoarse voice, with a trembling tone if you listened carefully, "Did he touch you?"

Song Ruanqing frowned, his eyes filled with coldness and impatience.

Jiang Jingyuan said at night, what nonsense are you talking about?She can't understand at all...

Probably because she rubbed her face too much when applying it just now, her cheeks slowly turned red.

In the eyes of men, Xu acquiesced.

[It's a fight, it's not that, the review is very big. 】

Suddenly, he became fierce, with clear jealousy in his eyes. He bit her lower lip with his canine teeth, rubbed, bit, and licked her lip flesh. After a while, the skin was broken and drops of blood came out. When they came out, the smell of rust filled their mouths.

"Are you a dog?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Jingyuan directly carried the person and threw her on the bed. He knelt on her, his neck turned red, and the veins on his arms popped out. His big hands full of masculine power clasped Song Ruanqing's wrist behind his back and pulled her to the top of his head, saying nothing. , like a dog.

This person...is really a dog!
"Jiang Jingyuan! What are you doing! Calm down! Did you take the wrong medicine today? See a doctor if you are sick! Why are you taking it out on me! You! You! Stop it!...Um...I tell you...stop! Stop, can’t you hear me?!”

"Get out! You are disrespecting women's wishes! It's illegal!"

Song Ruanqing's hands hurt, and everything hurt. She felt like she was going to die, and tears filled her eyes.

The man regained some sense, lowered his head and swallowed the tears from the corners of her eyes, and breathed hot air against her earlobe: "Song Song, you don't want me anymore?"

……

"Zhao Yunchuan has it, and so do I. I'm younger than him, can you just ignore him? Who is better, he or I?"

Song Ruanqing didn't know where the strength came from, and broke free from his hand in an instant.

Just like in the coffee shop a few years ago, he slapped him across the face.

'Snapped! '

Crisp and loud!

Song Ruanqing fell on the bed, gasping for air, as if he had lost his soul.

Jiang Jingyuan couldn't think straight. Song Ruanqing's voice was still in his ears. He gasped a few times and said, "Yeah."

"What nonsense did you say just now?"

"Isn't it? You two old lovers have done everything you need to do, right?!"

Jiang Jingyuan was so angry that he spoke indiscriminately: "My old lover is back, am I going to be kicked out? Is Zhao Yunchuan sending you back to ask for reconciliation or to make you forget about the things between you two and start over?"

Jiang Jingyuan seemed to be immersed in his own world, his eyes were bloodshot and scarlet. He was now in a state of embarrassment, without his previous high spirits and talking to himself.

I don’t know who to convince.

"I heard what you said just now at the gate of the community. You knew he had a wife and children, so why did you stick to him? Why didn't he marry you if he liked you so much? You two were so sweet abroad. After breaking up, why don't you just turn around and get married? Did you marry someone else? Song Ruanqing, please recognize the reality! Could it be that you still want to be his lover..."

"Oh...so that's what you meant, right? Do you still want to have a decent start with him?"

"Song Ruanqing, you are hopeless! Hurry up! Does he care about you? Maybe he already has a mistress and a mistress! Is he missing you?!"

"What did you do today? Rent a house for him, his wife and children? The community is quite expensive, right? He still wants to have the blessing of everyone? His wife is so generous..."

'Clap clap clap! '

Three beeps!

Song Ruanqing was so angry that he trembled, he slapped Jiang Jingyuan three times, as if he was not relieved and felt sick.

'Clap clap clap! '

Three more times.

After hitting the left cheek, hit the right cheek.

Now it's symmetrical.

"You follow me?"

Song Ruanqing raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Jingyuan in disbelief.

So that was not an illusion, it was really him!
"I……"

Jiang Jingyuan became discouraged all of a sudden. He shouted at me several times and slapped himself several times, feeling very regretful.

What has he done?What was said?
That's not what he meant...

he did not do it on purpose.

"You miss me so much..." Song Ruanqing laughed miserably, as if someone had dug a bloody hole in his chest, cut out his liver, cut out his lungs and cut his heart.

so disgusting...

She lowered her head and looked at her hands. Those six slaps had used all her strength, and now they were numb and red. "I can't help you if you think so. Let's just get together and relax."

Song Ruanqing pushed the person away. Although her legs were trembling now and her body seemed to have been drained of all energy, she gritted her teeth.

Without showing any timidity, he pulled his clothes on and put them on, then packed up his things thoroughly without saying a word.

He picked up his suitcase and walked out.

Jiang Jingyuan reacted and stopped her at the door: "What are you doing?"

"There's nothing more to say. I'm going to stay in a hotel. I don't want the things anymore. Just throw them away. I'll find a house by myself tomorrow."

Song Ruanqing was injured. She held up her eyelids, and her eyes were desolate, just like the scene of jackdaws on dead trees.

"Don't leave...I'm leaving."

Jiang Jingyuan pulled her in and walked out.

Fortunately, today is the last day to make up for classes, and there is no one at home anymore, so he can go back next door.

After the people left, Song Ruanqing kicked the suitcase down in anger, then slid to the ground, leaning against the door, sobbing softly.

How could a good life be such a mess?
Song Ruanqing cried for a long time, and she felt that her heart and lungs were bursting.

The room was brightly lit and she didn't sleep all night.

She stood in front of the mirror, her eyes were like walnuts, bloodshot and red and swollen. She lowered her head and held a handful of water. The cold temperature stimulated her eyelids, and the fire was extinguished in an instant.

She placed her hands on the ceramic table, breathing heavily, and water droplets fell along her swollen cheeks to her lips.

Song Ruanqing stretched out his hands, trembling visibly.

She knew that the illness had struck again.

Every step he took felt like he was going to lose his breath. After sending a leave request message to the director, he called Zhao Yunchuan.

"Hey, senior brother, are you free? Help me... bring some medicine."

"Again? Okay, your sister-in-law and I will be here soon. Don't worry, calm down first."

Zhao Yunchuan was about to report when he answered the call and immediately shouted to his wife: "Honey, hurry up, something happened to Ruan Qing..."

Mrs. Zhao stopped what she was doing and immediately turned off the fire. "Wait a minute. I'll clean up. You take your son with you. You can't leave him at home."

Mrs. Zhao, like Zhao Yunchuan, is a medical student. It just so happens that she studies mental illness.

"We haven't contacted each other for a long time. Did our return remind Ruan Qing of bad things in the past?"

Mrs. Zhao was sitting in the car, stretching her hands back and forth, feeling extremely uneasy.

Zhao Yunchuan immediately reached out to hold her hand and comforted her: "No, junior sister is not that fragile."

The baby in his arms seemed to be feeling something and was crying loudly.

Mrs. Zhao comforted her for a long time before falling asleep again.

Song Ruanqing was at home, and felt that she looked like a ghost. She had just vomited, and it was full of acid water.

She had no interest, and she didn't want to eat, so she took out two cans of drinks from the refrigerator and pressed them to her eyes and cheeks.

Soon, the doorbell rang, and she looked through the peephole before opening the door.

"Senior brother, sister-in-law."

Song Ruanqing looked sleepy, and she hid her hands behind her back.

It was very uncomfortable, and that feeling of heart palpitations was about to engulf her.

"Are you okay?"

Mrs. Zhao came forward and took out her hand without any refusal. It was shaking violently. It seemed that the anxiety attack had occurred again.

"You are not suitable to live alone now, why don't you take a long vacation? Your senior brother will leave for work soon. You come to live with me?"

Song Ruanqing was sitting on the sofa with his hands inserted into his hair, feeling like he had a splitting headache.

She felt that her body was fighting, as if it was about to be cut apart, the pain was unbearable, and she tried her best to control her emotions.

It's still the same, I can't speak or make decisions when I'm anxious.

"I'll collect your things for you."

Mrs. Zhao glanced at Zhao Yunchuan worriedly and asked him to take good care of her, while she went to the room to collect her things for her.

Suddenly, Song Ruanqing interrupted her: "There's no need to accept it. Let's go. I'm sorry for bothering my sister-in-law."

The way she was now was really not suitable for living alone. She was afraid that she would lose control and jump off the balcony.

Besides, she didn't want Mrs. Zhao to enter the bedroom, it would be too embarrassing.

Song Ruanqing was still wearing yesterday's clothes. She stood up, picked up the suitcase that she had kicked to the ground, and pretended to be relaxed: "Let's go."

She couldn't use her strength, so Zhao Yunchuan pushed the suitcase away.

When she went out, she ran into Jiang Jingyuan again.

He was the same, he hadn't slept all night, his whole body was cold and decadent, mixed with regret.

Zhao Yunchuan had met him before, but he didn't expect that the two were neighbors. He stepped forward and took Jiang Jingyuan's right hand: "Long time no see."

Jiang Jingyuan straightened up, turned his head stiffly and looked at Zhao Yunchuan, and then looked at Song Ruanqing and Mrs. Zhao in disbelief.

Suddenly, everything became clear before my eyes.

He clenched his teeth and tried his best to control his emotions. His knuckles were frighteningly white. He forced a smile and said, "It's been a long time."

"Where to pick her up?"

"None of your business."

Song Ruanqing took a step forward and pressed the elevator button frantically. The sudden stress reaction gave Mrs. Zhao a clue. She took a deep look at Jiang Jingyuan.

The elevator came up too slowly, and Song Ruanqing was on the verge of anxiety. His face was red, his head was hot, and his lips were pursed tightly, for fear that Jiang Jingyuan would notice something was wrong.

Jiang Jingyuan watched her reaction, his hand holding the elevator trembled violently, a trace of injury flashed across his eyes, he only stayed on her for a moment, and then walked towards the safe passage.

"he's gone."

(End of this chapter)