Love is like melting

Chapter 115 Can You Marry Me

"Of course!" The other party easily lent the phone to Ji Yerong, "You are very beautiful, why do I not believe that you are such a vicious person, there must be a misunderstanding..."

What else did she say specifically, Ji Yerong didn't hear clearly at all, turned sideways to the other party, made a call from his own memory, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's me—"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, her complexion was getting worse and worse, her lips were tightly pursed into a line lingering indifferently, the light in her eyes changed from dim to cold, and her hands hanging by her sides were tightly clenched into fists , His nails dug into his palm fiercely, without knowing it.

After a while, there was a knock on the door outside the bathroom, and Lian Mo's voice sounded: "Ayu, are you in?"

Ji Yerong's eyes flicked, his breathing was stagnant, and he quickly said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Don't act rashly, we'll talk about everything when I come back!"

After cutting off the phone, she returned the phone to the other party and lowered her voice: "When I leave, you come out again, I beg you."

Although the other party didn't know, he nodded in agreement.

Ji Yerong took a deep breath and walked towards the door of the bathroom. He vaguely heard Lian Mo talking to someone outside. The door opened before her hand touched the metal.

The cleaning staff stood at the door, and Lian Mo stood beside her. Hawkeye saw that she seemed to be obviously relieved.

"Are you okay?" Lian Mo asked concerned, she had been in for a while.

"My stomach feels a little uncomfortable." Ji Yerong replied without changing his expression.

Lian Mo's handsome face immediately showed a trace of nervousness, he reached out and touched her forehead, her body temperature was normal, "Do you want to see a doctor?"

Ji Yerong shook his head, "It's good to go back and sleep for a while, maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night."

"Okay, let's go back now." Lianmo turned to leave with the bag in one hand and her in the other.

The moment she turned around, her deep eyes swept into the bathroom, and she was so empty that no one could be seen, her brows and pupils were slightly drawn, could it be that she was too nervous.

Dinner was a simple pasta made by Lian Mo. Ji Yerong was in the upstairs room when he came back, and Lian Mo brought the dinner upstairs.

As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Ji Yerong packing his luggage. He put down the tray and walked towards her, "Ayu, what are you doing?"

"I want to go back to my country." Ji Yerong replied without looking up, and put the folded clothes into the suitcase.

Lian Mo covered the suitcase and pressed it down, staring at her sharply: "We live very happily here, don't we?"

Ji Yerong looked up at him, and suddenly said, "Can you marry me?"

A shocking wave flashed across Lian Mo's dark eyes, as if he didn't hear what she was saying clearly, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Ji Yerong looked at him, smiled bleakly, and said firmly, "Either let me go, or marry me! Fourth brother, do you dare?"

Lian Mo raised his eyebrows, and stared at her with complex eyes. There was a long silence, and he remained silent.

——Ayu, I'm sorry!
The smile on the corners of Ji Yerong's mouth never lifted, his eyes were terribly numb and hollow, looking at his silent handsome face, there was an indescribable hurt.

She knew that it was impossible for him to marry her. This was just an excuse for her to deliberately find a reason to make things difficult for him and let him let her go.

But at the moment when she asked, deep in her heart she couldn't help but have a little expectation, hoping that he would nod and say: "Okay"!
Even if it was an extravagant hope, she couldn't bear to fall into the clichés of the world of mortals and fall in love with him.

Even if the ending was already in her expectation.

but--

Lianmo, you see, for you, I can't even despair.

Because I don't dare to give you hope anymore, I should let my heart completely die for you.

Ji Yerong brushed his hand away from the box, put the clothes in, tidied the box, thought of something, and looked at Lian Mo who had been standing beside him.

"Give me my passport." Without a passport, she couldn't leave France, and it would be a waste of time for Chen Ying and the others to come over.

Lianmo looked at her without speaking or moving.

Ji Yerong waited for a while, and seeing that he didn't respond, she turned and walked towards his box. Since he didn't give it to him, she went to find it herself.

Before she reached the box, Lian Mo suddenly hugged her from behind, her slender arms tightened silently without leaving any gaps, and a hoarse voice rang in her ears, "Come with me to a place tomorrow, If you still want to leave after going there, I will accompany you back to China."

Ji Yerong's back stiffened obviously, and the corner of his eyes glanced at his handsome face, and he bit his red lip with his white teeth, "Where are you going?"

"You will know tomorrow." Lian Mo rested his chin on her shoulder, and her clear hair fragrance was under the end of his nose.

Ji Yerong didn't stand still, because without a passport, without him, she couldn't leave France at all.

She barely ate dinner, and neither did Liam.

Lian Mo hugged her tightly and lay on the soft bed. There was no kiss, only a suffocating cold silence.

He didn't dare to let go, as if she would disappear immediately if he let go.

The shallow breaths intertwined in the darkness, she knew that he was not asleep yet, so she murmured, "Why don't you hate me?"

Lian Mo's arm hugging her suddenly froze, and after a while, it tightened even more, reaching to her neck, spraying hot breath on the skin, pursing his lips in a low voice: "Don't be stupid."

How could he hate her, and how could he be willing to hate her?
Compared with what she sacrificed, endured, and encountered for herself, his right arm, which has not been completely abolished, can still hug her, is really nothing.

Ji Yerong once thought that one day Lian Mo knew that the explosion that year was not done by DK, but by himself, and that his right hand and the lives of those people were buried in his own hands, what kind of situation would he be in? anger or hatred.

What she expected was that not only did he not show any anger or question, even when everyone was condemning her and wanted to punish her with the law, he would desperately take himself away from the storm.

why?
Why not hate, why not resentment?
In this way, she might be able to blame him, criticize him, or even leave him as a matter of course.

If he had resented him for marrying Liu Ruolan, and hated him for saving Liu Ruolan and Lian Zhan's lives, ignoring the life and death of her and the child in her womb; then after knowing the life experience of marrying Liu Ruolan and Lian Zhan, these resentments have gradually dissipated.

Because no matter why he wanted to marry Liu Ruolan, she guessed that it had something to do with Yun Yingluo and Lian Zhan; if she went to change medicine to save Lian Zhan, if she knew that Lian Zhan was Liancheng's child, she wouldn't even have to talk about it in silence. Words, she will go resolutely.

Because it was what she owed Liancheng, and she had to pay it back.

Now what else can she use to hate him, blame him?

The only thing is not being able to marry him.

It's ridiculous to say that she never thought that when she wanted to leave in the end, she would use such a vulgar excuse.

The first dispute, which was not considered a dispute, looked like she was making trouble for no reason.

What can be done, he has treated her extremely well, he can't find fault at all, even keeping her here is only for her own good.

That night, the two of them hugged each other to sleep, but both of them were troubled and couldn't fall asleep.

Early the next morning, Lianmo got up, and the part-time worker who was hired temporarily had already prepared breakfast.

Ji Yerong went downstairs, maybe he didn't sleep well, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes, which made Lian Mo feel distressed, "After breakfast, we will rest."

She narrowed her eyes to look at him, and heard him say, "Leave in the afternoon."

Ji Yerong took a sip of the juice, put down the glass, and said in a cold voice, "You can't protect me about this."

She has an upright temper, and she has never said anything about it, but it doesn't mean she doesn't care, it's just that there are more important things to do. Now that the matter has been exposed, she will naturally give an explanation to those people's families instead of doing it. A tortoise shrinking its head shrank behind Lian Mo.

Lian Mo stared deeply, remained silent for a moment, and said meaningfully: "Ayu, some things cannot be defined by right or wrong. What happened back then was just an accident, and no one wanted it to happen! Restoration should not be undertaken by you alone."

Listening to him defending himself, his emotions turned back and forth for a moment, and he didn't know what it was like.

Is it really not her fault?

Those people, after many years of hard training, the place where they died should be called the battlefield, and they left with a whole body of glory; but they died because of her, so innocent and worthless.

Then how could she confidently say that it was not her fault.

Lian Mo looked at her solemn expression, and his heart was torn. He just knew that she would pay too much attention to this matter, and attributed the fault of this matter to himself, so he took her away from Yancheng when the matter broke out.

He didn't pay attention to the people in the military court at all. What he cared about was that Ayu's temperament was serious, she could tell right from wrong, she would not make excuses for herself, let alone try to find various reasons to justify herself like others.

If he really went to a military court, there might not be an interrogation, and Ayu would directly plead guilty.

That's the part that worries him the most.

After breakfast, Lian Mo carried her back to the room, put her on the bed gently, covered her with a thin quilt, and fell a warm kiss on her forehead, "Take a rest, I will take you out in the afternoon."

Ji Yerong's bright pupils reflected his handsome face, and he said in silence for a moment, "You don't have to do this for me, I don't need it, and I won't be grateful to you!"

And one day you will understand that none of this is worth it.

Lian Mo's thin lips curled into a smile, and he pressed the corner of the quilt for her, "Sleep, little fool."

Ayu, no matter what I do for you, I never need your gratitude, because that's just what I think I should do, nothing more!

Ji Yerong thought that she was sleepy because she hadn't slept all night, but she didn't know that in order to let her have a good rest, Lianmo added half a calming tablet to the glass of warm water.

Lian Mo kept guarding the side of the bed until she confirmed that she was breathing evenly, and then gently left the room.

When going downstairs, Chen Su stood at the door, bowing respectfully: "Your Excellency—"

Lian Mo had a stern outline, expressionless face, and a cold voice: "How is the current situation in Yancheng?"

(End of this chapter)