his allure

Chapter 82

"I'm so willing to say what you just said, lightly, you can't imagine how much I love you." When he said this, his tone was urgent and soft, as if with a little more external force, the words would be crushed blow off.

Zheng gently listened to what he said, the heat in his heart flowed to his fingertips, and he felt a little numb.

She smiled, and it was a little more sincere: "It's fine if you don't want to, Lu Xicheng, I don't have to"

She didn't have time to say these words, Lu Xicheng suddenly hugged her, as if to melt her into the bone marrow.He said, "Gently, I'm sorry."

Zheng Weiqing's nose felt a little sore.

It's okay, of course it's okay.

She said it many times in her heart and shook her head vigorously.

The atmosphere is quiet.

Zheng gently felt his palm covering his eyes, warm and clear touch.

She heard him say, "Gently, give me a little more time, okay?"

In this sentence, Zheng Qingqing read out such real heartache and embarrassment.

She blinked, and her eyelashes flicked across Lu Xicheng's palm, causing a slight pain.

She raised the corner of her mouth, smiled, and said, "Lu Xicheng, I'll wait for you."

Zheng Weiwei didn't know that at this moment, Lu Xicheng leaned over to look at her, with such deep love in his eyes, a tear came to his eyes and fell on the back of his hand.

A drop of water.

The girl under the palm is ignorant.

He stroked her black hair and said hoarsely, "Gently, go to bed early."

That night, Lu Xicheng stood on the balcony in the open air, and he just stood there the whole night without leaving.The light from the antique lamp shone on his face, and there was a thin layer of haze between his brows and eyes.

His palm was icy cold, and the night wind seemed to be like tiny needles, penetrating into his limbs and bones.

Lu Xicheng's face was very pale, almost all blood faded.

At this moment, he was very scared, very scared.
Even when he first took over the Lu family, everyone tripped him up openly and secretly, but he never cared about it, let alone feared it.His lightness disappeared, and he was indifferent to many things.He treats everyone with gentleness and elegance, but he has long since lost the ability to empathize, and his heart is as cold as ice.

All hope is lost, he is not afraid of anything.

But now, he was terrified.Old memories are like a knife hanging above his head, unresolved.He didn't know what he did would trigger this mechanism and make everything out of control.

Shen Zhao's words once echoed in his ears: "I'm not willing to touch her lightly, even if she was once by my side. But Lu Xicheng, do you dare to touch her? Her body is like a ticking time bomb." , do you dare to take the risk of reminding her of everything for a moment of pleasure? Lu Xicheng, Ah Qing's pain, your pain, and mine will always be entangled."

It's just a curse.

His lightness is all right now, forgetting everything and remembering nothing.

He only wished her to be innocent, and if she forgets, forget it forever...

On the day of the wedding, Zheng Qingqing and Lu Xicheng's colleagues and friends were present in the huge church.

The scale of the wedding is small, but it is exquisite everywhere.Western style, the main tone is white.

When Zheng Qingwei walked towards him from the heavy industrial carpet, there was an unconscious smile on his lips.

Lu Xicheng stood on the stage, dressed in a white suit, looking decent.Between his brows and eyes was a rare gentleness in the world.

The moment Zheng Qingwei stepped onto the stage, he bent down and hugged her gracefully.

(End of this chapter)