Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 831 (Extra) Suffering Each Other

Today is her birthday, but it is also Wei Xun's birthday...

He said he is not coming back, where is he going?

Zhou Ling leaned against the door and slid to the ground, clutching his scalp with both hands, struggling very much.

This kind of worrying about gains and losses made her mentally stressed too much, and she herself knew that she registered with Murong Yao through irregular means, so in this marriage, she had the upper hand from the beginning, and because of this, She will be terrified, because she has no reason to compete with her with capital!

Because she is wrong!
Always worried that he would leave, always afraid that Wei Xun would snatch him away, Zhou Ling was almost unable to bear the psychological pressure.

Until now, she doesn't know what she insisted on, love or guilt?
love him for what?What are you guilty of?
Zhou Ling couldn't tell himself, but he just didn't want to give up on him.

But this kind of pain made her gradually start to hate herself, hating herself for being incompetent!

Before she knew it, Zhou Ling lay on the floor and fell asleep. She didn't know when Murong Yao left, but the sun was already setting as soon as she opened her eyes.

The phone on the bedside was beeping frantically, and she touched it to answer it.

"Girl, happy birthday!" Mr. Zhou's kind voice came.

Zhou Ling's heart suddenly ached and he stopped breathing.

Her silence made Mr. Zhou suspicious, "Girl?"

"Well, Grandpa, I just woke up." Zhou Ling held back his sobs, lit a cigarette and leaned against the bed.

Old Master Zhou's dissatisfied voice came: "Why did you wake up so late?"

"Last night..." Zhou Ling paused, "Last night I played with A Yao and a few friends a bit late. It's my birthday, so I'm going out tonight."

"That's okay, you can't be as crazy as before, remember to take your husband with you wherever you go, you have to remember that you are married, you can't just leave."

"I know grandpa."

After that, Mr. Zhou couldn't hear what Zhou Ling said anymore, and he just responded meekly.

Just lay there quietly until eight o'clock, and the sky was already dark.

There was a sudden wind blowing outside the window, as if it was going to rain.

In a short time, the sky was full of strong winds, lightning and thunder.

Zhou Ling turned a deaf ear, took out the red wine from the cabinet, sat on the dining table in the living room of the villa, quietly poured the wine, and slowly drank it into his mouth.

Time passed by little by little, the retro clock in the living room was ticking, and the silence in the house was a little scary.

There was a thunder, and the lights in the room went out, but Zhou Ling was unmoved, still drinking slowly.

Her watery eyes shone brightly, and her eyes fell on the hands of the clock.

It's past ten o'clock.

The heavy rain was a little scary, and there was no light in the house.

Tick-tick, tick-tick--

Looking up again, the hour hand is almost pointing to the number 12—11:45.

The heavy rain outside the window kept falling, and the sound of raindrops hitting the glass drowned out the crying woman in the living room. Her crying was so sad, so heartbroken, and so disappointed.

Zhou Ling got up to light a candle, but she stepped on something and fell down. Her sense of self-help was blurred. After falling to the ground, the pain spread all over her body in an instant. The pain made her want to cry. Relieve her pain from the inside out.

And on the highway not far from here, the man in the Bentley stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

It was raining heavily, and the visibility of the car was only one or two meters, but he didn't have the slightest intention to stop.

The ear-shattering rain outside the car window, the sharp car whistle, and the loud phone calls were all kept out of his ears.

There are only two words left in his mind - go home!
He also just learned from Yuan Mo that today is also Zhou Ling's birthday. The moment he knew it, he drove back almost without thinking.

Thinking——

"boom--"

The deafening crash of cars overwhelmed the torrential rain.

Zhou Ling's heart sank as he listened to the sound of the retro clock chiming the hour in the morning.

(End of this chapter)