Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 156 I will give you whatever relationship you want
This is like a bird outside the snowy window in winter, knocking on the window every day, and you feel pity for it, so you keep it in a cage, but after a day, two days, three days, five days, a month... In the next spring, you finally felt that it was annoying, so you opened the window and let it go in the name of love. You let go of its freedom, but later, when you looked at the cage, you suddenly felt reluctant to part with it.

"It was you who rejected me at the beginning, but you are the one who misses me in the end."

Song Xiaolin couldn't help laughing a little, but the smile hurt deeply, "In the end, you are the bad guy, and you are the good guy."

She is just an insignificant supporting role.

Call to come, call to go.

But why?

No one person is always waiting for another person.

There is no such reason in this world.

She tore off her coat, threw it into his arms, and turned to leave, but Lu Jingyan grabbed her wrist with a little force first, his slender five fingers pressed against her pulse, as if holding her life gate , together with the voice, seemed extraordinarily desolate in the darkening twilight, as if in a desperate situation and no longer trying to survive, thousands of words were just a pale sentence, "My child, I have not had a good life in the past five years."

"It's ridiculous. Whether you live well or not, what does it matter to me?"

Song Xiaolin sneered, and then his eyebrows softened a little, but the smile did not reach his eyes, a little indifferent and unfamiliar: "I think, Mr. Lu and I should have nothing to do with each other."

In fact, these three words of Mr. Lu made him more sad than calling him by his first name.

Like a sharp knife piercing straight through the heart, the pain is unbearable. The feeling of suffocation is no different from drowning in the deep sea. The pain is eroded inch by inch into the bones, flesh and blood. This repeated torture is more painful than death.

Was she in such pain back then?
It hurts even more.

But he will not be any better than her.

Lu Jingyan took a step forward. There was no room between the black leather shoes and the white high heels, as if he was swearing his sovereignty, and he didn't give her any time to rest. In the next second, he gently pulled her into the In her arms was a windbreaker jacket. His shirt still had the scent of books from back then, but there was a very faint smell of smoke. In just a moment, his breath was like a net wrapped around the tip of her nose. , came to my ears, his voice was deep and inexplicably bewitching, the deep breathing sound was accompanied by a ray of warmth, "I will give you whatever relationship you want."

The tone is firm and unquestionable.

It seems that this is a matter of course.

The lanterns on the cruise ship are like fishing lights on a moonlit night on the spring river. The white light is mostly covered by his slender figure. It was a little cold at first, but at this moment, Song Xiaolin only felt that the surroundings were extremely hot, and he hugged him too tightly. , she couldn't break free for a while, she could only poke her head out of his arms, it was rare for the first time that his eyebrows were not as cold and alienated as the arctic ice and snow, and it was also the first time that his bright and deep eyes were so clear. Reflecting her shadow, he locked her in his eyes so unrelentingly.

She spied a possessive desire.

Suddenly, she became extremely depressed.

She couldn't get over the bad feeling at all.

Even facing his sudden tenderness and provocative ambiguity, she was so moved and irresistible that she was willing to be led by him like a puppet, and fell into the trap set by him step by step.

no!no!
Song Xiaolin, you must be calm and sober!
You are a fucking star, you are no longer the timid little girl you used to be!

Fortunately, in the end, she finally found a sliver of reason in her not so clear mind.

"I have nothing to do with it, I don't want it anymore."

She wanted it back then, but he didn't want to give it to him. What's the point of giving it now?

It's like lying by the window when you were a child, and seeing the shiny wedding dress inside, you longed for it in your heart, but later you were injured all over your body, would this wedding dress still be meaningful to you?

It's like a toy, you couldn't afford it when you were young, but you can afford it when you grow up, and you like it no matter how much you like it, but you don't need it anymore.

All of this is inappropriate after all.

Song Xiaolin wanted to get away, but Lu Jingyan still wouldn't let her go.

She suddenly felt a sense of revenge.

She stood on tiptoe, held his face gently, and outlined his outline stroke by stroke with her fingertips. Over the years, she has seen many landscapes, such as streets full of plane trees and fallen leaves, Provence with purple ocean, connecting The sea of ​​flowers in the blue sky, the historic sites in the Old Port on the Côte d'Azur... But they are all inferior to the cinnabar mole on his eyebrows.

He longed for her warmth almost like a maniac, and the faint fragrance of her hands.

She looks at him.

He really is not the same as he was five years ago.

He is taller and more upright, and his temperament is a little more restrained, which is unique to a 30-year-old man. He has lost some weight, and the outline of his chin has become deeper.

But he still has the appearance of turning all living beings upside down.

The skin and bones are extremely beautiful, as if walking out of the misty shadow of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, it is clear and cold.

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

She was still as moved as ever, fascinated.

Only this time, she watched from the other side.

Song Xiaolin's eyes sparkled, she lowered her eyes, and kissed him lightly on the side of the cheek, "Lu Jingyan, have you forgotten that the wind in the northern city can't blow the Seine River at all, and you have been obsessed with the past. What's the point?"

Hearing this, Lu Jingyan's body froze suddenly, and his heart ached with bitterness.

Beicheng is where they have lived together for many years.

is their root.

But for the past five years, she was far away on the Seine River in France.

Therefore, her love for him has already stayed in Beicheng forever.

Her understatement pierced his heart severely.

It hurts one by one.

Seeing his painful expression, although Song Xiaolin was also in pain, she felt extremely relieved, and she said softly, "Lu Jingyan, please let me go."

The corners of his eyes were red, hiding the turbulent tears, forbearance and restraint.

He wanted to say, I will never let you go.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, and slowly let go of his hand.

After being free, Song Xiaopurn slightly straightened the wrinkled hem of his clothes, turned and left.

She thought, being as cold as him, being rejected like this, she should give up completely.

Oh, she almost forgot, why give up her heart, nothing can be put on the tip of his heart.

How could she easily believe his nonsense that "time is punishing those who miss the past".

How could she think that he really missed her.

Song Xiaolin, you are too self-indulgent!

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In the distance, on the deck of the first floor.

In the darkness, someone slowly put away the camera in his hand.

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Two days later.

In the early morning, Song Xiaolin was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

She didn't open her eyes, and fumbled around with her hands.

Finally, she found the mobile phone beside the bed. The powerful white light made her eyes hurt. She opened it slightly and picked up the phone. Ji Yu's voice came from the other end immediately——

"Sister Song, my God, you answered the phone, I'm downstairs, open the door for me."

(End of this chapter)