Emotions kept rolling, and my thoughts were confused and tangled. It only takes a few minutes.
The argument outside ended and the footsteps faded away, but he heard Huo Yifan's voice.
At that moment, he finally lost control.
He rushed out without thinking and punched Huo Yifan.
Su Pei was really his woman. If she wanted to do something to her, she had to ask him first.
What's more, this damn man, if it hadn't been for him, how could he have misunderstood? If he didn't misunderstand, how could he let things develop to the uncontrollable step now
Punch after punch, he hit hard. A fire was lit in his heart again, and this fire was stronger than the previous one, and it made him want to kill even more.
The urge to destroy everything was so obvious that he could only drag Huo Yifan in front of him to vent his inner anger.
It wasn't until Gu Xiu showed up and representatives from the partner company arrived that he finally stopped and looked coldly at Huo Yifan, who was bruised and swollen in front of him.
"If you dare to touch her with a finger, I will definitely let you be buried with her. You can try to see if I can do it."
After saying this, he no longer even thought about cooperating with the other company.
He went to Su Peizhen's box, he wanted to find her. He must find her, he must tell her, he—
Maybe it was because his aura was too amazing and his eyes were too scary. The representative sent by the partner was frightened by him. Just now he was thinking of hooking up with the hairy, blue-eyed beauty. Now he started to back away, for fear of offending Ling Jing.
Ling Jing didn't care what they did. Although this hotel didn't belong to him, it was still easy to find out which private room Su Peizhen was in.
Su Peizhen, Su Peizhen—
When Ling Jing's footsteps reached the door of the box, she suddenly stopped.
In a reincarnation, Rongcheng entered December again. The cold wind blowing from nowhere in the corridor made him sober.
He leaned against the wall, his mind in confusion.
Looking for Su Peizhen now? say what? How to say
Ling Jing stayed outside the private room for a long time, unable to move. The hand that was supporting the wall was still exerting force at first, but then slowly relaxed, and finally hung down weakly.
What is he going to do
… …
Su Peizhen didn't know what was going on outside and was chatting happily with several colleagues in the private room.
Su Chenghui naturally has a good eye for people. Although he is not often in Rongcheng, the people he hired are really capable and capable.
It was a pleasant meal. After the meal, he did not refuse Lin Feixing's move to send him home.
In fact, they were all drunk and could not drive, so they were looking for a substitute driver.
Lin Feixing got in the car and asked Su Peizhen where he was going. Su Peizhen told him the address of his new residence. She has moved to a duplex with Xiang Caiping.
The house is larger than Rongyuan, but smaller than the villa. It's very convenient to go out and do anything.
The main reason is that she has been going home every day recently, and Xiang Caiping is finally satisfied.
Although he knew that she was drunk, Xiang Caiping could understand such social interactions.
"Are you okay? I saw you drank a lot just now."
"No." Su Peizhen smiled and shook his head: "I know it, don't worry. I'm not drunk."
Lin Feixing looked at her pretty face in the night, "I'd rather you were drunk."
Su Peizhen didn't answer his words, but turned to look out the car window.
Lin Feixing could not hide his disappointment, and Su Peizhen was completely unaware of it.
The car stopped at Su Peizhen's apartment and she got out of the car. Lin Feixing followed her out of the car and asked the driver to wait for her before taking her to the door.
"Just stop here, I'll just go up there myself. Thank you for today."
"You really want to thank me, why don't you invite me up and sit down?"
"No, my mother is at home."
"I also know Aunt Xiang, I think she won't mind."
Su Peizhen turned to look at him with a very serious expression: "I mind."
With such straightforward words, Lin Feixing didn't know how to answer.
Su Peizhen was about to enter, but Lin Feixing stopped her again: "Are you planning not to fall in love in this life?"
"No." Su Peizhen shook his head with a very calm expression: "I'm just a little tired."
tired? Lin Feixing nodded and suddenly smiled: "Then you have a good rest. I'll wait for you to rest."
A pun. They both understand what the other means, she understands, and so does he.
"Good night."
After seeing off Lin Feixing, Su Peizhen was a little tired. Within a few months, Lin Feixing developed expectations.
But in fact, she didn't have that idea.
Life is good now and she is very satisfied. Calm, peaceful. She stays with Xiang Caiping every day at work and after get off work. Occasionally, Su Chenghui and his wife will visit her when they come to Rongcheng, but not often.
We usually have more phone calls. In addition to Su Chenghui and his wife, Su Yuxin also called her frequently and sent her messages. As if he was afraid that she would not be able to think clearly.
In fact, they think too much. She won't be able to think about it. There is nothing worth remembering all the time, and even if there is, she will try to forget it.
The elevator turns a corner at the entrance. Next to it is the safety ladder.
Su Peizhen walked inside, and within two steps, there was a sudden tightening on her wrist. She was startled, and before she could react, her body was pulled into the stairwell.
"..." Su Peizhen almost screamed, but someone covered his mouth and the scream was stuck there.
"Don't scream, it's me." The other person's voice made Su Peizhen struggle to stop.
The corridor is dark and uses voice-activated lights. Ling Jing's voice was very soft, not enough to turn on the voice-activated light.
Through the light outside, she saw Ling Jing's face. At the same time, I smelled the smell of alcohol on him.
Su Peizhen calmed down, she stopped struggling, and Ling Jing let go of her hand.
As soon as he let go, Su Peizhen went to pull the stairwell door. There was another tightening on her wrist, and she was held by Ling Jing again.
Su Peizhen turned to look at Ling Jing, using the light refracted outside to look at his face hidden in the darkness.
The corners of his raised lips were a bit sarcastic.
"What is Young Master Ling doing? What? Is the young master of the Ling family no longer in office? Want to change his profession to become a robber?"
The light was dim, so Ling Jing couldn't see her expression clearly. So does she.
Her body was suddenly hugged by Ling Jing. She had no time to react and struggled, but the man had already buried his face in her neck.
"I regret."
The four low, hoarse words, accompanied by the hot breath he breathed, brushed against her neck.
She didn't move, and Ling Jing spoke again through the darkness.
"I regret it. I regret letting you go."
Ling Jing's arms tightened around her waist. His expression couldn't be seen clearly in the darkness, but his voice was somewhat urgent.
"Woman, I regret it."
"Woman, I want you."
…
There was a very quiet atmosphere. After Ling Jing said what he said, Su Peizhen didn't respond.
He was suddenly convinced, what did Su Peizhen mean
He let go of her hand without letting go of her, and said something uncertain.
"Shall we start over?"
What greeted him was a slap on his face.
Su Peizhen was just angry. After the slap, she realized that she had lost control.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed him away hard and wanted to turn around and leave.
But her body was hugged by him again, and her body was suppressed by him against the door panel behind her.
"Have you calmed down? Once you calm down, let's start over, okay?"
Su Peizhen raised his hand again, wanting to slap him again, but put it down again.
Her breathing was a little rough, and she resisted the suffocation and depression in her heart. She stared coldly at his face in the darkness.
"Let go."
"I won't let go." Ling Jing hugged her tightly, with an imperceptible pleading in her voice: "Pei Zhen. I really regret it. Can we start over? I promise, this time, I -"
"Ling Jing, Young Master Ling. Who do you think you are? What? Young Master Ling is used to being the Young Master. He thinks the world belongs to you and you can do whatever you want? Sorry, I'm not interested."
Coldly pulling his hand away, unable to pull it away, Su Peizhen raised her foot and stepped hard on his instep.
Ling Jing was in pain but refused to let go. Su Peizhen was furious and looked at him coldly. But because he couldn't see his expression clearly. My feet are getting harder and harder.
In the end, her feet became numb, and Ling Jing did not let go of her.
She had no choice but to pull back her feet and look at him coldly: "Ling Jing, have you gone drunk and crazy enough?"
Ling Jing looked at her, her dark phoenix eyes filled with regret, pain, discomfort, and pleading.
Unfortunately, the darkness concealed his expression and she couldn't see clearly. But even if he could see it clearly, Su Peizhen now wouldn't believe it.
Ling Jing realized this and her expression became increasingly bitter: "I'm not drunk and crazy, I really regret it."
"So? You regret it. If you say you start over, I will turn back?"
In silence, Ling Jing felt speechless for the first time in his life. Su Peizhen's words left him speechless. It took him a long time to find his voice: "I just want to start over with you."
"Start over with me?" Su Peizhen sneered, the smile not reaching his eyes: "Does Master Ling really know what he is talking about? I am a reform-through-labor prisoner. Do you want to start over with a reform-through-labor prisoner like me?"
A stabbing pain hit Ling Jing's heart. Those three words were extremely harsh to his ears.
"Stop talking." He was wrong, he was really wrong. He shouldn't have said those three words in front of her.
"Don't say anything?" Su Peizhen blinked, as if he suddenly understood the painful meaning in his words: "Don't say reform-through-labor prisoners? Haha."
She smiled, her smile full of sarcasm: "That's the truth. I'm just a prisoner in a labor camp. Mr. Ling, this is what you said."
Ling Jing's body was frozen there, and his hand holding her waist was shaking a little: "Stop talking, I beg you, please stop talking. I'm sorry."
These three extremely obscure words came out of the mouth of the always proud Ling Jing. If a third person were present at this time, her jaw would probably drop.
However, Su Peizhen didn't feel anything at all.
"I'm sorry? Haha. What kind of drama is Mr. Ling playing now? What's wrong? Haven't you done enough of the drama of trying to support me before? Are there other dramas to play? Do you want me to cooperate with you in the performance?"
One update, continue tomorrow. I can't afford the injury on the weekend. I can't afford to have to teach the children to do their homework on weekends. What's spicy? The anti-abuse you want is here. Believe me, I won't make it easy for Mr. Ling. Ha ha ha ha. I'm Peizhen's biological mother.
(End of chapter)