his allure

Chapter 472 That's the Girl I Hold in My Palm
"But God didn't treat me so cruelly. It still let me gently return to me. I married her, and carefully protected her in the palm of my hand. I was not willing to say half a word, and even she wrinkled slightly. Mei, I can feel distressed for a long time. The only luck is that she has forgotten everything, and most of the time she is very happy. It is such a light, you once again forcibly intervene in her world for your own selfish desire. Shen Zhao, I'm not a saint, I have no way not to attack you. That's the girl I hold in my hand."

"You have hurt her many times. She has long been different from before. Her temperament has changed drastically and she even felt inferior. Last night, she told me that she felt that she was not good enough for me." Lu Xicheng said here, Bending down, grabbing Shen Zhao's collar: "Ask yourself, don't you have any regrets when she becomes like this?"

"Her life is only [-] years old, but she has already gone through so many ups and downs. Shen Zhao, I figured it out. The grievances and disputes between us are over here. I only hope that she will be peaceful for the rest of her life. How can you deserve to disturb her again?" ?”

The last sentence, in the end, was an anger so strong that it could not be resolved.

Shen Zhao supported the tables and chairs that had collapsed long ago, maintained the movement of being grabbed by the collar, and slowly stood up.

His face was very embarrassed, and he was dressed in formal attire, which was messed up a long time ago: "Lu Xicheng, you are right, I can't refute every word you said. But I only have Ah Qing, without her, what would I do?" Live? The dispute between us is as intense as you said, how to let go, Lu Xicheng, tell me."

As his voice fell, the door was pushed open.

Zheng Weiwei stood at the door, looking at the chaotic image in front of him.

Lu Xicheng couldn't see any signs of fighting around his body, but Shen Zhao's clothes were already messed up.

The moment the door was pushed open, the two looked sideways at the same time.

Zheng Weiwei just watched, feeling some indescribable complex emotions in her heart.

She walked over and took Lu Xicheng's bloody hand without saying a word.

Her tone was very light and gentle, with a nervousness that was not well concealed: "Xicheng, are you injured?"

Lu Xicheng was startled, let her check, and said, "I'm not injured."

At this moment, Shen Zhao found himself forgotten.He watched them love each other deeply, watched them love each other, he could only watch like this, watching indifferently.

The corners of the lips became more and more painful.

After Zheng Qingqing made sure that Lu Xicheng was safe, he turned to look at him.

Her tone was calm, detached, and measured: "Shen Zhao, Xicheng hit you, I apologize to you. Now, you can leave."

She used the gentlest words, tempered into the sharpest knife, the knife is deadly.

Shen Zhao's eyes were a little red, he spoke, and finally lost control: "Ah Qing, I really didn't mean what happened yesterday, I was crazy at that time, that's why I said those things to you, Ah Qing, please forgive me .”

Zheng Weiwei finally frowned lightly: "Did I not speak clearly enough yesterday? Shen Zhao, apologizing after being hurt is irrelevant and useless. I won't accept it, and you have no right to let me accept it."

When she said this, she stood on tiptoe and said something in Lu Xicheng's ear.

Lu Xicheng's dark eyes were heavy, his slender fingers slid into her hair, and kissed the corner of her lips like a child.

(End of this chapter)