See You Tonight, Master Su

A Caiji's eyes were wide open, staring at the man, but he did not open his mouth, and his hands were still clinging to him. That tragic look made Tong Hua burst into tears.

"A Caiji -"

Her heart ached, and she screamed and looked at Cheung street. "Quick, save her, take her to the hospital..."

Cheung street frowned and stood up, waving to the people outside. "Hurry, get the car ready!"

"But, Zhang Boss..." The man hesitated, obviously concerned.

"Hurry up!" Cheung street suddenly became angry and threw the teacup in his hand at him.

The tea splashed, and the man had never seen zhang jie get so angry. Startled, he was about to turn around and call for the car when A Caiji suddenly let go of his mouth and turned around. "No! Don't -" after a weak rejection, she looked at Tong Hua and grinned.

"Sister ah, A Caiji is sorry for you... I didn't have time to give this evil man's life... To the mountain god and let him be punished... You have to forgive me..."

"A Caiji..." Tong Hua cried out in a broken voice.

A Caiji was speechless.

Blood gushed out of her mouth, and her colorful pleated skirt was already red. The shocking blood dyed her whole body into a brilliant color. Her head hung down and she tightly grasped ah yi's body.

"A Caiji..." Tong Hua squatted down and tears fell to the floor.

Ah yi, who had been bitten and stabbed by him, stared at the woman who was lying there with his eyes wide open, staring at her. His eyes began to wander, and his lips moved slightly, as if he were begging for Cheung street's help.

Cheung street remained motionless and stood there quietly. The people beside him did not receive orders and did not move.

This scene was not martyrdom, but it was more tragic than martyrdom.

"A Caiji... Why can't you let go of your obsession..."

Tong Hua choked and sobbed. Her eyes were completely blurred by the tears. Next to her ears, it seemed that A Caiji's clear voice rang again, and she laughed like a copper bell.

The clear and beautiful river water will intoxicate you. The secluded ancient road records the beauty of a thousand years. When Dashiqiao comes up to meet, the sky island is reflected. Brother's heart, the smell of sulima wine, will make you intoxicated. Who will I jump to on the torch festival? We met by lugu lake, and the crisp song floated into my brother's heart. The girl sang the love song to my brother. The girl was like a flower, blooming in my brother's heart..."

Tears fell down her cheeks... She was only nineteen years old!

She saw that aziji was smiling and calling out to her sister. Her beautiful pleated dress reflected a bright red color on the edge of the bonfire. Her earrings, her ring, her bracelet, and the silver tassels hanging from her chest tinkled with her singing and dancing steps. As she rode up the snowy mountain, the two blushes on her face were still in front of her eyes.

"A Caiji, you are the most beautiful girl sister has ever seen, but..."

But... You're not worth it? She really wanted to tell her that. It wasn't worth it.

Unfortunately, she could not say that. Everyone had different beliefs. A Caiji, who had not been influenced by too much of the modern society, had a single mindset. In addition to pursuing love bravely, she also had the most primitive interpretation of "Good and evil" which had not been polluted by the secular world.

She was crying all the time. She was crying so sadly. She knew that she couldn't cry when she was pregnant, but she really couldn't help it.

The reason why a person's reason can be controlled, it also means that her sadness is not complete enough. At this moment, she really felt terrible. A lively and lovely girl died in front of her in a tragic and tragic way.

I don't know how long it took -

Her eyes, as her tears slowly dissipated, blurred into a blur before her eyes, and sat on the floor softly until she no longer felt anything, and her body was held in the man's arms.

Her mouth was dry and bitter, and the burning feeling in her heart was getting stronger and stronger. Where was she?

In a daze, Tong Hua sensed that he was lying on the bed, but his body felt as if it had been roasted on a pot, uncomfortable, uncomfortable! His stomach felt even worse.

Are you having nightmares again?

She wrapped herself tightly around her body, swallowed, and tried to open her eyes, trying to see where she was now.

The sun was shining brightly.

Unfortunately, this time was no longer a nightmare. She did not wake up and returned to Su Minglang. In front of him was a completely unfamiliar environment, with a faint fragrance of flowers floating in his nostrils, and a kind of leisurely and natural Scotland folk song ringing in his ears.

Is she still in Scotland?

It's already dawn. Is Minglang back? Did he know she was missing? How's Sun Yu? And... Her eyes froze, and she thought of A Caiji again, and of the astonishing strands of blood on A Caiji's lips. The thought of A Caiji's death brought her back to reality.

In the quilt, she moved her hands and feet slightly, as if she was not tied up.

So now she's under house arrest. Yes, she's under house arrest. It's not a nightmare, it's not a hallucination! The man who put her under house arrest was Cheung street.

Her vision gradually became clear as she returned to her senses. She turned her head and looked at the window in the middle of the sun.

The man just stood there.

He turned his back to her and leaned lazily against the window frame. The golden sunlight fell from the window and fell on his angular profile, making his cool face as attractive as a sculpture. She had to admit that Cheung street was really a good-looking man. Unfortunately, with such a delicate face, he had a cruel and cold heart.

She narrowed her eyes and looked away from him.

However, the man seemed to notice her gaze of oppression and hatred, and his hand on the window lattice was retracted. He turned his head and walked straight to her bedside.

Tong Hua sniffed. There was a faint smell of tobacco on his body. Apparently, last night was not peaceful either.

"Are you awake?"

The man's complicated eyes were clear and deep, but his face was gaunt. He was so haggard that he did not look as proud as a man who committed adultery. People who don't know think he's the victim.

With a sarcastic sneer, Tong Hua moistened his lips, suppressed the disgust of wanting to slap him, and asked softly.

"A Caiji... How is she?"

Looking up and down at him, Cheung street's eyes were so cold that it was completely incomprehensible. "She's dead!"

Dead... She knew it, but she didn't give up.

His fingers trembled slightly. Tong Hua did not say anything more, nor did he ask him how he handled the rest of the matter. For a person, once his life is gone, what is the meaning of what happens behind him?

Cheung street's eyes were fixed on her ever-changing little face. Suddenly, he raised his hand. He rubbed the center of his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes to hide the bloodthirsty light.

"Heyi is dead, too."

Is he dead too? Logically speaking, if he was rescued in time, he shouldn't have died.

Squinting his eyes, Tong Hua was confused. But at this moment, her mind was stuffy and she didn't want to think about that rotten person anymore. As long as she thought about it a little more, she would have the urge to strangle him, causing her mood to fluctuate.

So, she just sneered, "He deserves to die!"

Not only should he die, he should be buried with A Caiji. So now, has A Caiji started a new life with the sweet fantasy of love and the wish of her snow mountain god? Tong Hua, who had never been superstitious, thought in a daze. At this time, he really hoped that there would be reincarnation. He hoped that A Caiji might find true love in another way of reincarnation.

And that man's filthy soul, the mountain god certainly will not accept, in the next life, he can only be a beast.

Her heart was filled with thoughts. She picked her lips, looked at Cheung street with a cold smile, and added, "You deserve to die too!"

Cheung street paused, smiled, and looked down at her. "It's better for a woman not to be so mean."

Tong Hua sneered and stopped talking.

Cheung street's eyes narrowed, and his tone changed, as if warning, as if reminding, "Tong Hua, you're a smart woman. You have to remember not to provoke a person who can control your life at any time."

"Provocation?" Tong Hua looked at him disdainfully and continued to sneer. What are you going to do, do you need me to provoke you? Besides, I still have something to use right now, don't I? Suzie wanted to come back to the country and walk away comfortably. Didn't he need me? And you, as his hound, dare to touch me?"

Clawed teeth, hawk dog, that's a very vicious thing to say, especially to Cheung street.

Of course she knew that, so she said it. If she scolds someone, she has to scold them to the bone. For Cheung street, she is not soft at all.

The atmosphere stopped and the room fell silent.

"Oh, who said I didn't dare?"

Cheung street suddenly chuckled and lowered his head. He grabbed her chin with one hand and stared at her with a twinkle in his eyes. "Tong Hua, women who provoke men are all stupid, do you understand?"

"You deserve the word man?"

Tong Hua's small, raised face was exquisite, beautiful and vivid. Her skin was fair, and her skin was as clear as the moon. Her long, curly eyelashes fluttered like two beautiful little fans. With a calm face and a dignified sitting posture, she looked clean and elegant, and could not find a trace of the enemy's embarrassment.

A good-looking woman with such intelligence and magnanimity is indeed very attractive!

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Cheung street's eyes narrowed. "Indeed, I don't dare."

Tong Hua sneered. "Coward!"

Cheung street smiled again, his dark eyes staring at her. "Because I can't bear to."

Reluctant? A shameless man. Tong Hua looked at him casually, not messing around, but sitting there quietly with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"I feel sorry for you. You've been living your whole life with people and doing dirty things against your conscience."

Cheung street narrowed his eyes and looked at her small face. Inadvertently, as her voice and eyes moved down a little, she saw the frightening piece of white skin on her neck, as well as the gently trembling collarbone. Suddenly, his mouth was a little dry.

He took a long breath and let go of his big hand. "Are you hungry? Get up and eat."

"Where's Sun Yu?" Accustomed to Sun Yu's presence, Tong Hua asked coldly.

Cheung street pursed her lips and looked at her coldly. "It's no use bringing an extra woman. I'll let her go."

Tong Hua looked at him for two seconds. Seeing that he didn't look like he was lying, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Sun Yu herself, she was safe now. She believed in her own judgment. As long as Suzie was still in the country, even if Su Minglang didn't come to save her, she would live well, not to mention she believed that Su Minglang wouldn't let her go.

In that case, for the sake of the child in her stomach, she should eat, drink and drink, and definitely not be there to affect the development of the fetus.

As soon as she lifted the blanket, she was about to get out of bed.

The next second, she swept over the clothes on her body and suddenly screamed in surprise. "Who changed my clothes?"

Cheung street stared straight at her face, raised an eyebrow, and asked breathlessly, "Is it still fit?"

What do you mean? Did he change it for her?

Tong Hua stared at him with his beautiful eyes wide open. He looked at him as if he were a ghost. He was frightened, resentful, angry and ashamed. He choked in his throat and almost couldn't breathe.

After a few seconds, she gritted her teeth and said, "You're so shameless!"

Cheung street rubbed his brows and looked at her with a half-smile. He seemed to like the way she was angry and teased her on purpose. He reached out and poked her forehead.

"Why is your face red? Are you feeling any discomfort?"

"Get lost, psycho!" Seeing that he didn't feel any shame at all, Tong Hua almost bit his teeth.

Tilting her head, Cheung street looked at her face again, her eyes gloomy. "If you don't feel well, I'll call the doctor."

"If you don't stand by my side, I'll be very comfortable!" Tong Hua glared at him with disdain, her pupils constricting little by little, wishing she could bite him to death. However, as she was about to lose her temper, her body stiffened slightly and her palms caressed her lower abdomen, her mood relaxed again.

No, she's still pregnant. Don't be angry! Can't be angry! I can't move!

Suppressing her anger and frustration, she slowly looked up at his face and said, "I want to eat."

Cheung street was surprised to see that she had stopped making trouble.

He pursed the corners of her thin, cold lips, and examined her expression of not yielding at all, but not at all writhing. He snorted and smiled, raised his eyebrows high, and sighed helplessly.

"I didn't change it. It's the lady boss you met at the teahouse."

Staring coldly into her eyes, Tong Hua's mood slowed down a little. He snorted coldly, "Is she yours too?"

Cheung street squinted at her flushed face and said in a low voice, "Sort of!"

Another ambiguous answer, was it Suzie's or his? Forget it. Forget it. Dinner is the main thing.

Tong Hua turned away from him.

Cheung street smiled and said softly, "You are the smart one to take care of your body."

Her pink lips were tightly shut, and Tong Hua did not respond to him. There didn't seem to be much anger or discomfort on her face. Even when the food was brought in, her appetite was exceptionally good. She ate the food in large mouthfuls without a word.

Sitting opposite her, Cheung street felt like laughing. "The way you look now, the kidnappers all over the world will cry when they see you."

Tong Hua continued eating indifferently and said lightly, "The beef is a little old. Don't do it again."

The corner of his mouth twitched violently, and Cheung street's face gradually softened. He pushed another plate of nutritious soup to her and said with a faint smile, "This soup is the most nourishing for pregnant women."

Is he concerned about her?

Tong Hua sneered and didn't touch the soup. "I wanted to give you a white eye, but I didn't want to look at you." Her words were light but sarcastic.

Cheung street raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled disapprovingly. He took a porcelain bowl and served her a bowl of soup. He poured it on the floor and put it where she could get it easily. Then he gently said, "Eat slowly. No one will fight you."

With his eyes down, Tong Hua did not look up or speak, but he saw his hand.

Cheung street's fingers were beautiful, long and strong, with distinct joints, and a broad back of his hand. From the perspective of palms, a man with such hands is aloof and elegant, giving a woman a sense of security. Unfortunately, although this hand was also serving her soup, it was not at all related to her sense of security.

Thinking of the palm, Tong Hua suddenly remembered abbot Jingkong. She felt that what she knew was always out of line with the facts, which proved that she was not good at learning. Compared with abbot Jingkong, she was far worse.

When she had the chance, she must go to the temple in m country to pay him a visit.

Of course, the prerequisite was that she could go back safely this time.

"What are you thinking?" Cheung street asked softly when he saw that she was silent.

"Eat without saying anything."

"You said it already."

Pouting, Tong Hua suddenly looked up and looked at him quietly. "Cheung street, do you really like me?"

Her eyes were as bright as mist, and when she looked straight at the man, there was a kind of power that made one's heart beat.

Zhang jie's heart moved and watched her reach over. She gently brushed her hair away from her ear and slowly stared at her for a few seconds, as if thinking about what she meant by asking, "Why do you ask?"

Squinting her eyes, Tong Hua did not move, let alone answer. She was studying this man.

His face was usually cold, without much emotion, and it was not scary to not see it. But even with a warm smile on his face, he always had an air of rejection. No matter how close you sit, you will feel that he is far away.

To be honest, Tong Hua really wanted to know what kind of person this man was.

Why did he tell her about the bitterness under Suzie last time, and this time he was willing to work for him? Could his father-son relationship with Suzie really make people disregard their moral dignity? Why didn't she feel this way about bai jia and the foster mother?

Perhaps she was too cold-blooded.