Rong Zhi, a dumb girl: the warlord husband loves her

Chapter 190
Fu Minge was standing at the Dongguan Ferry with his suitcase, and there was a huge queue of people preparing to board the boat. He stood at the end of the crowd, with a hideous bandage on his face, and a dull pain from the wound under his suit.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the sunset glow in the sky as bright red as blood, like the flowers on the other shore that never fall in four seasons by the Wangchuan River.

The cruise ship sounded a deafening flute, urging tourists on the shore to get on board and take their seats.

He didn't know who pushed him, and he followed the crowd to the boat unconsciously.

Looking back, the direction I came from was also full of people, and my vision was filled with darkness, like dark clouds before a storm.

After looking around for a long time, he still turned his head, lowered the brim of his hat and continued walking towards the ship.

"Xiao Zhi, I'm sorry, so I love myself more than I love you."

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Pat, clack.
Tears soaked the thin paper in his hand.

The white pigeon pecked at her finger to eat, but she didn't feel any pain.

She just felt that the sky was getting dark a little too quickly, and the sky that was still as gorgeous as fire just now suddenly darkened at some point.

Even the stars appeared faintly.

The candles on the stone table were flickering, the wind rose early, and it went out after a while.

Just like the last ray of light that she tried to grasp for the rest of her life, it suddenly disappeared and disappeared.

So what is left of her?

It's just a body without a soul and riddled with holes!
For a moment, she really felt that she had never existed in this world.

That way she wouldn't cry and wouldn't be in pain.

The rice paper as thin as cicada's wings shattered in the wind, just like that day when she was watching the cherry blossoms fluttering and falling.

In the end, she still didn't catch anything.

"It's getting cold, let's go back to the house." Xu Fanyi walked behind her at some point, took off his coat and put it on her body.

Her eyes were cold, with faint mist rising and falling at the bottom of her eyes. When she opened her mouth, she said with endless sadness, "Xu Fanyi, it turns out that you and I are the same, poor people who have been abandoned."

"I will guard you." He stroked her ink-like long hair, "In this life, I will never let you feel lonely again."

Her tears rushed out, under the moonlight, like two mountain springs falling down one after another, cold and sad, "I want to find Mingo, can you take me to find Mingo?"

"I don't want him to go, I can't live without him."

Her words were like crushed dead leaves in an autumn night, heartbroken and heartbroken, and made Xu Fanyi's heart ache.

Since when did she talk about another man?

"I will be better than him to you." He hugged her frail shoulders and said solemnly, "Trust me."

Her face was full of tears, and after crying for a long time, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

The distance between Song Ping and Jiangbei was so far away that the pigeons that would have come back at ten o'clock in the middle of the night turned out to be several hours earlier.

Thinking of this, she raised her head, the tears on her face were still wet, but her expression was unusually calm, "Xu Fanyi, tell me, is Mingo's return to America related to you?"

"What do you mean?"

She stood up and analyzed calmly, "This is very similar to your usual style, isn't it? I am too naive, how could you let Mingo go so easily? You already knew that I raised pigeons to write to him. Is the letter right? He's not in Song Ping at all!" After finishing speaking, she took a step forward and grabbed his skirt, shouting excitedly: "Did you catch Mingo and threaten him with me? Otherwise, he wouldn't write The one who wrote this letter!"

(End of this chapter)