In this weather outside, no one dares to stay outside. Just now, the Qin family invited the media out and placed them in another place. At this time, there is one person outside.
I have dim lights and dancing trees, and those snowflakes are dancing in the sky.
It’s all white and mixed with darkness. The night looks beautiful and doesn’t look like the real world.
Poria cocos has taken the lead. Go to the car and wait. Go there and prepare hot towels first.
On such a snowy night
Mr. Xiao came out of the brightly lit hall wrapped in a black coat, with a slender and soft body of a woman in his arms.
Dimly lit outdoor snow white reflection
A doorman looked sideways to see a tall and handsome man wrapping a woman in his arms, and her only exposed foot was wearing deerskin boots. Looking carefully, it turned out to be a little steep.
The doorman didn’t know what was going on inside. He was slightly surprised to see the scene at the moment, but it looked excellent. The atmosphere of the two people was somewhat different. He dared not look up and see them openly. They could occasionally look down and look up at the two people who were like conjoined twins.
The woman smelled him with a strong smell of red wine. Although he had just taken off his suit jacket that was wet with wine, the smell still lingered in two places.
Slender fingers clenched his clothes and sighed, "Xiao Jing let you go at the beginning, and now you let me go."
At this time, when all consciousness returned, she didn’t even know that she had done such an outrageous thing in public.
With so many people in that scene, she should have left some people with reasons and handles for criticizing Qinhuai and him.
Qinhuai, she can make sense, because her purpose is Qinhuai tonight.
How can anyone live so well, especially Qinhuai?
Unless he is alone, everything he does with Shen Qinghuan is ironic to Bai Qiao.
But at the moment Xiao Jinggang is silent and protects her head, and the swirl of snowflakes falls on the back of his hand and shoulders …
It’s not a long journey, but it’s not short either. It’s safe to say that there is almost no snowflake falling on her in his parcel.
But the man’s body is already hazy and white, from messy short hair to his shoulders … white as snow.
He carefully guarded Anyan without saying anything and looked at the ground wholeheartedly.
Xiao Jing walked slowly with her arms around her because of her bad legs. Her face was unspeakable. Silence was almost integrated with the night.
Section 552
Poria took the umbrella outside the car early, and she wanted to pass it to the front. Looking at the two people from a distance, Poria stopped thinking about handing the umbrella, so she silently bowed aside.
He didn’t dare to touch her with cold hands until he got into the car. His eyes were dark and stubborn, and now he answered her, "I really want to leave, don’t I?"
Anyan looked up at him with his head down when he heard this sentence, and there were some holes in his eyes.
His eyes were full of emotion, "So when I die, you will be free."
Anyan stared blankly out of the window, and his body slowly recovered, but his ankle hurt a little, and the problem finally fell.
I remember waking up when I fell off a mountain in northern Europe, and my eyes were full of glare. Dr. Bai announced that she might leave her old illness behind and never recover.
At that time, she didn’t know that she had been asleep for almost two years, and then she realized that things had changed a long time ago and everything had changed.
At the moment, she laughed softly, and the temperature was gentle and soft, as if she had never seen his eyes full of sorrow, but looked out of the window slowly before her mouth, and called his name in a nostalgic tone. "Xiao Jing, I loved you very much before, but there was a moment when I woke up, and I wished the doctor would diagnose it as a terminal illness, so I could say that I couldn’t wait for your generation, but I could build a coffin and say that I really loved you for the rest of my life."
But you know what?
I can’t love it anymore.
But-the rest of my life is so long that you will never forget it.
An Yan slowly closed her eyes, and the scene of her being buried in the snow gradually surfaced. She never called his name, but his face was deeply reflected in her mind.
After all, he is the only person who has ever loved in his life, and he will be remembered involuntarily at some time.
After all, he is still the father of her child.
Although the child has quietly left her for nearly two years when she never knew it, it is lucky that she didn’t die in such an accident. The child is naturally untenable.
When she said these words, Xiao Jing did not look up at her, but lowered her head, dim light and glittering liquid slipped from her eyes.
Anyan suddenly smiled gently and looked out of the window and slowly turned to look at him.
In the air, his body was crisp, and the smell mixed with the smell of red wine entered her with a snort, and he bent his lips and reached out to him-
The woman’s cool fingers slowly picked up his face, and what wet liquid was touched by his fingertips? It was sticky to the touch because of the wine in front of him. Through the light, I saw clearly that it was tears flowing from his eyes, and the tears were all over his handsome face.
But his face is much colder than her hand. He looks at Xiao Jing with a calm voice. She says, "Xiao Jing, let me leave. I promise you, ok?" I love you in my life, and there will be no one else from now on. All my love in my life will be given to you. Even without you, there will be no one else for the rest of my life, okay? "
Even if I don’t have you for the rest of my life, there won’t be anyone else, okay
OK or not?
bad
The man just looked at her, feeling extremely depressed, and more crazy tears rolled from his eyes and spread all over his face.
How painful is it to let her follow him?
I cann’t believe she told me the rest of my life. Even without you, there would be no one else.
Even if the temperature of the car is high, it is warm or not, but Xiao Jing still slowly reaches out his hand and feels cold. His palm sticks to her finger on his face and then grabs her finger. The back of her hand sticks to her cheek. "I won’t allow it if you say something bad."
An Yan was in a trance, and his eyes were particularly gray, as if muttering to himself. "Isn’t this all right?"
"No, I can’t. Don’t leave me. I promise you anything else."
She suddenly pulled her finger back from his hand, wearing down and not taking it off. She directly buried her face in it without saying anything.
She seems to be wrapped up in a heavy body. Xiao Jing’s leg hurts, but he can’t knit his brow. The window tells Poria to sit in, followed by the driver.
The driver’s car drove slowly towards Xiaoshan Villa.
Lu Anyan was quiet and Xiao Jing didn’t talk to her.
But in the end, it was said that this quiet mood still failed to hold out until the car entered the villa. The black Rolls-Royce Phantom just drove into Xiaoshan Villa. It was said that the mood was wrong. She clamored for a car, no matter how Xiao Jing persuaded, nothing happened.
Finally, Xiao Jing made it to the villa gate and let the driver stop. He took Anyan’s car and Poria went in first with the driver.
Xiao Jing asked Poria cocos to go back first and ordered the servant to cook the soup for expelling cold. He accompanied Anyan to finish the last journey.
An Yan stumbled a few times and left Xiao Jing trying to reach her finger. Although she walked unsteadily, she walked quickly.
Rao is Xiao Jing’s long hands and feet, and he can barely catch her fingers with her footsteps. His voice is very low. "I will be good to you after I make an apology. I will give you everything I have, and I will return it ten times, one hundred times and one thousand times, so you don’t want to be with me?"
"Put it bluntly, I’ve got nothing to do with you, but I can’t let you go anywhere from now on. I’ll take your class, your entertainment and your toilet. I’ll take you …"
"We lost children. I thought about it. We still don’t have children. It’s just you and me for the rest of our lives. We are each other’s children."
"Say something, will you?"
Xiao Jing is almost desperate to hold her hand and whisper in her ear
There are snowflakes floating on both of them, and they are finished in that large area at this time. The dead branches of ginkgo trees can’t bear the pressure of snow, but when the snowflakes fall like cotton wool, they don’t stop trembling. Almost every second, snow falls from the branches and makes a pattering sound.
And whenever a snowflake falls on Anyan’s head, he raises his hand and blows the snowflake on her shoulder.
When Xiao Jing’s words were just finished, An Yan suddenly dumped his fingers and kept retreating. The eyes were particularly deep and could not see what she was thinking.