Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 145 Return Lu Jingyan to Me

As soon as you go out.

A gust of cold wind blew in from the cuffs in an instant, and the coldness penetrated into the bones, making him shiver with cold.

Song Xiaolin hurried all the way to Yulong Pavilion.

It was exactly twenty past ten when we arrived.

The red lanterns outside the attic are swaying with the wind, shining faint and unknown candlelight, like a dotted sky full of stars, people come and go, time is like an arrow, settling in the years, nothing can stay.

"Hello, let me find your proprietress Su Lingling."

As soon as she entered the attic, she hurriedly grabbed a waiter who was passing by in a hurry, with a heavy panting sound in her eager tone, as if swept by wind, sand and snow, with inexplicable vicissitudes.

"you are?"

"Da da da--"

Suddenly, a crisp sound of high-heeled shoes stepping down slowly came from the wooden stairs. It entered the ears slowly and in a sequence. Just listening to it gave people an extremely gentle feeling.

She raised her head, and saw Su Lingling wearing a green cheongsam, with her long curly hair coiled up with a hosta, stepping on a pair of white high-heeled shoes, slowly descending the stairs, with half a cigarette in her jade fingers, surrounded by clouds and mist In between, there is a taste of a classical woman, but there is no lack of wildness of pure desire, and it simply interprets the four characters of amorous feelings to the extreme.

"Miss Boss, this guest is looking for you..."

Hearing this, Su Lingling's extraordinarily shallow eyes slowly fell on Song Xiaolin's body, and she saw that pure face clearly through a thin layer of white mist. Suddenly, she snuffed out the cigarette and walked away quickly. Past: "Where's Lu Jingyan? Is he here?"

Song Xiaolin shook his head: "He didn't come, I was the only one."

Su Lingling rolled her eyes, and after a while, said softly, "Come with me."

Inside the box, the decoration is ancient and ancient.

The candle was not lit, only one lamp was turned on, but it was bright enough.

Su Lingling brewed a cup of scented tea, handed it to her, and said softly, "It's so late, does Lu Jingyan know you're coming out?"

The curl of white smoke blurred his vision, followed by a faint scent of flowers lingering in his nose, Song Xiaolin looked at the delicately carved teacup, his eyes darkened, and he shook his head slightly: "He doesn't know."

Four words, trembling slightly.

She was trying her best to restrain her emotions on the verge of collapse.

It was the last straw that broke the camel's back, but it was countless grains of sand that killed her.

Namely countless details.

There are countless details about Lu Jingyan not loving her.

These grains of sand eventually piled up into mountains, almost so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

She is not reconciled, and it is difficult to let go.

All these unquenchable emotions came like a dark tide. At that moment, you only thought about how to survive, and you had no other scruples.

Su Lingling tapped the table glass rhythmically with her fingertips, accompanied by a lazy voice, "Drink the hot tea and warm yourself up. I'll drive you back later."

As soon as the words fell, Song Xiaolin, who had kept her head down, suddenly raised her head to look at Su Lingling. Her eye circles were red, and the tip of her nose was also red, like a cute little rabbit being ruthlessly destroyed in the wind and rain. , I just want a peaceful place, and the voice is so pale that there is no weight at all, just like a withered flower, how do you want it to grow towards the sun.

She spoke lightly——

"Give Lu Jingyan back to me."

"Huh?" Su Lingling frowned slightly for a moment, not understanding.

Looking at the eyebrows and eyes similar to hers.

Almond shape, misty from a distance, shimmering from a close view.

She suddenly choked.

At that time, was he thinking that the child who had been with him year after year had finally grown up, or was he thinking about how Su Lingling, who was far outside Beicheng, was doing well these years?
She really wanted to know the answer.

Although this answer has already been revealed in countless details.

With such heart-wrenching pain, how could she act as if nothing had happened?

When the tears burst, Song Xiaolin said hoarsely: "Give me back Lu Jingyan, give him back to me, please, I only want Lu Jingyan, and nothing else."

Why can Su Lingling take away all of Lu Jingyan's love as soon as she appears?

Yes, she was five years late.

But when she met him, she was only six years old and he was only 11 years old.

It was obviously earlier than meeting Su Lingling.

Seven years early.

But why the ending is so unsatisfactory.

She cried unceasingly, crying numbly, crying without strength, her body gradually couldn't support the huge and intense sadness surrounded by layers, and she squatted down slowly, curled up into a ball, like a homeless child, it was amazing Love, but also distressing.

After all, Su Lingling couldn't bear it. She wanted to kneel down to comfort her, but found that she was wearing a cheongsam, so she could only bend down, gently patted her shoulder, and took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to her. , "Don't cry, such a pretty face is not for crying."

Like the warm sun in March, melting ice and snow.

Su Lingling is so gentle, but she is so selfish.

At that moment, Song Xiaolin gradually regained his sanity.

It's right to think about it, who can control love?
Su Lingling was not wrong, and neither was Lu Jingyan.

Therefore, she cannot be so selfish as to think that he is her property.

He never belonged to her, so why would he give her back this statement.

Simply ridiculous.

It's also extremely embarrassing.

Afterwards, Song Xiaolin wiped away her tears and stood up from the ground. Her eyes gleamed with water, reflecting the colorful world. She said sincerely, "Thank you for the tissue and for comforting me. I'm sorry. You are causing trouble."

"It's okay, I'll send you..."

"No need." She shook her head, "I'll go back by myself, I want to be alone."

After speaking, she left without looking back.

Watching Song Xiaolin's back slowly disappearing into his eyes, Su Lingling suddenly let out a chuckle with pity, "It turns out that you are also someone you can't love, we are all the same, but , you are far happier than me, because you are not truly loved."

She suddenly fell into the memory, unable to recover for a long time.

"President Si..." After a while, the waiter's voice rang clearly in his ears.

"Don't call Mr. Si, call me Mr. Si."

"Mr. Si..."

Hearing the words "Mr. Si" and the cynical voice fell into her ears, her eyes suddenly turned cold, which was more piercing than the cold wind, and then a deep and lingering sense of disgust spread. .

"Miss Boss, do you miss me?"

The extremely ambiguous tone made people blush.

Su Lingling's stomach turned when she heard it.

She took out a cigarette from her bag, held it between her fingers, wiped off the lighter, lit it, and finally bit it into her mouth.

Only the smell of smoke can make her feel less uncomfortable.

　The heroine will go abroad in the next chapter, don't worry, my dears. (ω)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)