his allure

Chapter 114 Wen Mian thinks that he is probably a fool

He just interrupted her, his voice tensed for a moment, and the temperature faded: "I don't want to know."

Zheng Qingwei flinched slightly in such a tone.

Lu Xicheng probably realized that he might have frightened her, so he remained silent for a while.Feeling sorry in his heart, he could only hug her harder.

After a long time, he said softly, "Gently, don't think about it, don't think about it..."

On such an obscure night, even if he was as thoughtful as he was, he still felt a little ignorant.

And at this time, under the same sky, on the other side of City S, there was also a sleepless night.

Shen Zhao drank a lot of wine, his consciousness lost control a little bit.

When his consciousness was blurred, he seemed to have returned to Xia many years ago.

Warm and gentle, acacia flowers, all good.

That was a tender time that he had almost never had in his life. He spent many years casually with that girl named Zheng Qingqing.

Zheng Qingqing said: "Shen Zhao, I think you are not bad, we can take care of each other in the future."

Zheng Qingqing said: "Shen Zhao, we are relatives."

What a beautiful oath, the words are still in my ears, things are different.

He was probably very drunk, and for a while, he had a few extravagant hopes.He hoped that after waking up, Zheng Qingqing could treat him as before without any grudges.It's as if, going back in time, everything returns to the original point.

But in the end, it's just my own fantasy.

After such a moment of clear consciousness, he was still in the empty and quiet room, the light and shadows scattered, and he was the only one.How can there be any joy, silence is a giant beast that devours people, bit by bit, it drowns everything...

At the door of the house, Lu Zhi picked up Wen Mian who couldn't even walk.

She had a new haircut, Yan looked at Meixing's small face, looking bright.If it weren't for the tears, it might look better.

Lu Zhi looked at her for two seconds, without saying a word, he picked her up and brought her inside.

If it was normal, Wen Mian would definitely struggle.But today, she seemed to have lost her soul, with her head resting on his shoulder, and her face was wet.

"What? You were wronged, and you came to me for comfort?" Lu Zhi put her on the sofa, and he sat beside her, holding an apple in his hand, and peeling it carefully.

Wen Mian just looked at the red string on his left ring finger, as if in a daze.After a long time, she stretched out her hand and stroked a ray of bright red.

Lu Zhi's smile faded slightly.

The movement of his hands stopped, and he turned his face to the side, looking at her peach-blossom eyes, which were full of unknown meaning.

Wen Mian didn't seem to realize it. When she spoke, her voice trembled: "Lu Zhi, how did you get this injury?"

He smiled, his eyes were extremely beautiful, but the emotion inside was also very dangerous: "Who told you I was hurt?"

The tip of Wen Mian's nose was sore, and he snapped his fingers with some stubbornness.

The knife and apple in Lu Zhi's hand fell on the thick carpet.The apple rolled and rolled a long way.

Wen Mian felt that he was probably a fool.

So many years, so stupid.

Lu Zhi's hands are beautiful, they are white like burnt glaze, with slender fingers and slightly thick joints, so as not to reveal rouge.The red string on his ring finger seemed to complement each other very well.

Wen Mian watched for a long time, as if she had just woken up from a dream, she reached out tremblingly to touch the red rope around her neck.

When Wen Mian was young, he was in poor health. At that time, the director of the orphanage gave Wen Mian a Jade Buddha.

(End of this chapter)