C64

"Qi Ting, I'm sorry. Did I get into trouble again?" I don't know why I'm being so impulsive, but I'm scared when I think about losing you. "

Yu Yifei quickly walked to the back of Song Qiting and hugged him with her beautiful arms. Her voice was delicate and contained a tinge of sadness.

Song Qiting had originally been holding back his anger in his heart, but after hearing what Yu Yifei said, he actually couldn't bear to scold her again.

"Yi Fei, I hope this will be the last time. Tang Zhen will temporarily still be my wife."

Song Qiting warned them, he had heard their conversation, he was very surprised that Yu Yifei turned out like this, but he did not. With too much guilt in his heart, he still chose to believe her words.

"I understand. Qi Ting, as long as you don't leave me, I will definitely listen to whatever you say."

Yu Yifei hurriedly nodded his head to promise her, but what Song Qiting did not see was that his teary eyes continued to emit a sinister light.

Song Qiting already did not care whether what Yu Yifei said was true or not, he only hoped that Yu Yifei had better not disappoint him.

"Cousin, we're done."

When Xu Miaomiao supported Tang Zhen out, he coincidentally bumped into the scene of Yu Yifei hugging Song Qiting, and she could not help but glare ruthlessly at Yu Yifei.

Tang Zhen just glanced at the two of them and patted Xu Miaomiao's hands lightly, signalling her to help him to leave.

"Tang Zhen, am I supposed to scold you a little? That's a man whom you have loved and tortured in every possible way, and yet you're giving your arms to someone else just like that?"

As Xu Miaomiao spoke, she couldn't help but feel a little angry at Tang Zhen. She had tried so hard to help her, but what had happened?

She was really angered to death by Tang Zhen.

"Otherwise? Let me, Song Qiting, stand beside him and ask him who he chooses. If that's really the case, who would be the one to be embarrassed in the end? "

She was well aware of Song Qiting's feelings and she no longer had the strength to humbly curry favor with him.

The warmth that Song Qiting brought her was barely discernible, and she only treated it as a dream.

"But …" Xu Miaomiao said unwillingly. Seeing Tang Zhen's indifferent look, she could only hold back her resentment in her heart.

Xu Miaomiao personally drove Tang Zhen, and Yu Yifei, who was behind them, naturally sat in his car.

Xu Miaomiao did not stay at Song Qiting's villa. Her father had already arranged a blind date for her, so she had no choice but to leave. After Xu Miaomiao sent Tang Zhen to the villa, he took the bus back to his own home.

"Take good care of yourself if you're not here. I'll come see you again tomorrow."

Xu Miaomiao reminded her worriedly.

"Don't worry, you've worked hard to take care of me after running back and forth for so many days."

She had been at the entrance of the villa for a long time now, until she saw Xu Miaomiao's car disappear into the distance.

Tang Zhen turned around, and looked at the house behind her that was filled with a prison like pressure, she could not help but exclaim, and walked all around to return here.

Tang Zhen started to move again, just as he was about to enter the villa, he saw that Song Qiting's car had already drove back.

"Miss Tang." After uncle chen heard the commotion, he quickly came out of the villa and coincidentally threw it at Tang Zhen. He glanced at Tang Zhen's arm and asked, "Is the injury on his arm better?"

The uncle chen asked respectfully.

"It's much better now. Thank you, uncle chen."

Tang Zhen slightly nodded his head, his mouth curling into a polite smile. Her things had already been brought into the room by the servant.

Just as uncle chen continued to greet the people behind her, Tang Zhen didn't even look at them and directly jumped over the house and arrived at the garden behind the villa.

"Young master, Miss Yu, please enter the room." uncle chen said respectfully.

Song Qiting did not understand what happened to Tang Zhen. He frowned as he looked at Tang Zhen's figure, and in the end, he accompanied Yu Yifei into the room.

After all, Yu Yifei was still injured, and that slap from Tang Zhen was not light.

It was summer, and the roses in the garden were blooming extremely well. Tang Zhen sat on the swing leisurely, but she still couldn't move her arms.

The fragrance of the roses was very fragrant. She gently closed her eyes and quietly felt the fragrance of the flowers surround her. The tranquility made her feel very comfortable.

Tang Zhen didn't like roses to begin with. She had always felt that the redness of roses was too eye-catching, so she had never had a good impression of roses.

Until one day, Song Qiting came back drunk from the outside and held her tightly. The next day, when he woke up, there was a rose pressed under his hand, Tang Zhen knew that there was something else on his chest.

She deceived herself by treating it as a gift from Song Qiting and continued to raise it.

But there would be a day when flowers thanked each other. Song Qiting would never have any feelings for her.

Tang Zhen did not believe her, and so she planted more roses in the backyard. After Song Qiting pulled her out, she would plant more flowers, until Song Qiting became extremely disgusted and was no longer willing to listen to her.

So all these years, besides going to work at the magazine, she took care of the flowers, never resting during the winter, winter, summer and summer.

She had always believed that as long as the flower bloomed, she would eventually meet Song Qiting's lover.

Tang Zhen slowly opened his eyes and a wisp of cool breeze blew the petals away, landing right on Tang Zhen's palm.

"Go inside. It's warm outside. You're still wounded."

A shadow completely enveloped Tang Zhen and Tang Zhen couldn't help but look up. In front of her, with Song Qiting's back facing the sunlight, was a mysterious and unfathomable tall figure.

Tang Zhen dazedly looked at that figure. The one who could be gentle, Song Qiting, had always only appeared in her dreams, "I'm not hot."

Tang Zhen came back to reality and replied coldly.

She jumped over Song Qiting and directly walked into the flower bush.

Previously, in order to take care of these flowers, she had sweated a lot more than she did now.

"Are you resenting me?" Song Qiting followed behind her, afraid that something would happen to her.

"Mr. Song is overthinking it."

Tang Zhen used her scissors to cut a flower.

However, Song Qiting was angered by Tang Zhen's cold attitude. He swept his leg across the flowers at the side, and large patches of petals fell to the ground. Then, all by himself, they flew along with the wind and earth.

"What exactly do you want me to do? Tang Zhen, I have already become very patient with you. "

Song Qiting roared. Obviously, they were of one mind that night, but it had only been two days since they last met, and she was as cold as ever to him.

No matter how strong Song Qiting's mental state was, she could not withstand her repeated torments.

Tang Zhen could not help but smile coldly, her eyes still staring at the sharp thorns on the flower branches.

She slowly walked to Song Qiting's side and gave the thorny branch to him.

"Mr. Song, do you think this flower is beautiful? But no matter how beautiful something is, it needs a sharp weapon to protect itself. But once those sharp thorns are slowly pulled out by someone, what will be left? "

Tang Zhen said as he took out a pair of scissors and cut off all the thorns on the rose.

She glanced at Song Qiting, put down the scissors in her hand and left.

Song Qiting stood under the sunlight for a long time, his gaze was fixated on the rose, the enchanting petals were red and hot, but cold to the point that people couldn't avoid them, he was extremely similar to Tang Zhen.