Three years of love

Chapter 18 Midnight Soul Wound (1)
midnight.Can't tell east, west, north, south, front, back, left, right, just keep walking.

The oversized blouse fluttered back and forth, and the thin body was like a lonely ghost wandering in the wind on the deserted long street.

There is only one thought in my mind, and that is to go.Go far, go to the end of the sky, the corner of the sea.There is only one thought in my heart, and that is never to stop.Subconsciously, it seemed that if he stopped, his whole body would collapse.

In this way, I stumbled and walked a lot.But the sky seemed to be getting darker and darker, and occasionally one or two street lamps flickered faintly by the roadside.Finally, his feet stopped, he probably stepped on something, Cheng Mu'an's body grinned, and his whole body fell to the ground.

The paint cover was scratched a lot.The bright red blood flowed down the calf until it reached the ground.

There was no pain from falling to the ground, no fear due to injury, and he didn't even look at his own wounds. When he got up, Cheng Muan's first thought after getting up was still to bow his head and walk forward.This road has no end.At this time, Cheng Mu'an was just an empty shell, a doll manipulated by others, his only instinct was to walk, keep walking.

Fall, get up.Fall again, get up.

Just like that, after falling down and getting up again and again, Cheng Mu'an finally had no strength to stand up.Forgetting the night, forgetting his usual fear of the dark, Cheng Mu'an simply sat down on the ground with his face buried in his arms, in the wind, only the sound of weeping remained.

The grief in his body stirred up the surrounding air with sadness.Her shoulders trembled more and more violently, and the sound of crying was carried far, far away by the slow wind on the deserted street.For a moment, the whole street was filled with a desolate, sad, and desperate atmosphere, and Cheng Muan's frail body was tightly wrapped in it.

A car approached slowly.This car is different from the ostentation of Tang Zhanyang's lengthened Lincoln. The first impression it gives people is that it is comfortable.

The car stopped beside Cheng Mu'an who was still crying.When the car door opened, the person who got out didn't speak, just stood beside Cheng Mu'an like that, stopped for a few minutes without making a sound, then squatted down gently, stretched out his arms, and slowly , and gently held Cheng Muan in his arms, "Fool, don't cry, I'll take you home."

The person who spoke was dressed in casual attire, giving the impression that his whole body was surprisingly gentle.And what he said is even more warm like a spring breeze.Perhaps, it was because she was finally tired from crying all night, or Cheng Muan felt the only warmth in this dark night. Anyway, when the man finished speaking, she miraculously did not resist, Let the man pick up Teng Kong, and then, as if caring for a treasure, he gently put it on the back seat of the car.

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the second day.The sun is shining brightly.Inside the Wei'an Group, everything is bustling.

However, Tang Zhanyang, the general manager of Wei'an, has a face that is like ice in December, crumbling tightly, making no one dare to get close, and there is a danger of freezing someone into a popsicle if anyone gets close.And the words he uttered were much more cruel and ruthless than the emotionless ones in the past.

"Mr. Tang, why didn't Ms. Cheng come?" Niki knocked on the door, asking half of business and half of selfishness.

"Whether she will come or not, how would I know?" How could I know that such a simple sentence really touched the nerves of General Manager Tang Da, his eyebrows twitched, his eyes turned cold, and the veins on his head twitched violently. He said, "Am I her parent? Or, is she my daughter? I think it's up to you to replace the general manager."

(End of this chapter)