Chapter 461

Think of that did not come out of the child, Shiqiao a little bit on the convergence of all the facial expressions.

How much she expected of that child, how disappointed she was to Shiyang at the moment

In the dark, Shiqiao suddenly felt that his body was unsteadily staggering for a few times.

But she was held by Shiyang in time.

She heard Shiyang's solicitous and eager words, "what's the matter with you, Joe? What's wrong with you? "

He grew up with her, and he knew her every move.

When Shiqiao pushed himself away with his soft hands, his heart suddenly gushed out a stream of sadness.

He pursed his lips weakly and gazed into Shiqiao's eyes.

He clearly saw Shiqiao's eyes, when facing him, there was no temperature at all.

Like a sharp knife, he stabbed the softest part of his heart, which made him breathe hard.

It took a long time for the poem to feel better.

He reluctantly pulled out a soft smile, and raised his hand again, trying to touch Shiqiao's pale face, but she dodged him.

He withdrew his hand in disappointment.

"Joe, you've been blowing cold all day today. I'm afraid you can't bear it. Don't go out so late?"

In the low tone, it's hard to hide a prayer.

Shiqiao was not moved, looking at his eyes very cold, "Shiyang, do you still love me?"

He knew her whereabouts like the palm of his hand. Obviously, he must have sent someone to follow her every day

Shiqiao, however, could not feel any warmth. She was shocked again by the means of poetry.

Hearing her words, Shiyang's long body became stiff.

There was a little sadness in his eyes

Only one call, he felt his throat hoarse, like a bitter pill, bitter, he did not know what to say.

Shiqiao approached him step by step, and leaned his weak body in his arms.

She thrust her slender fingertips into his chest.

"Shiyang, you should know what kind of responsibility you have to the poet. I am now I don't blame you anymore

Shiyang's body, trembling for a moment, the next second, his eyes burst out a burst of surprise light.

"Joe, is that true?"

God knows how much he hopes that Joe will not care about that matter, and how much he hopes to get back together with Joe

His hands subconsciously hugged Shiqiao.

But Shiqiao obviously expected that he would have this reaction. He chuckled, and the thin, boneless hand pushed his arms away.

"Shiyang, do you think that if you use a hammer to drive a nail into the wall and then pull out the nail, can the hole be restored as before?"

Shiyang is a smart person, and she immediately understands the meaning of her words.

She wanted to say that although she had forgiven him, he had brought her pain that he could never make up for

Poetry Yang's eyes, quickly passed a pain.

Shiqiao felt the dejected breath of poetry rippling all over his body, and then slowly straightened up and moved back a few steps.

"Shiyang, you are the inheritor of the poet. As the inheritor, you should know what you want to give up. So, you are pestering me every day to make me perish in the future?"

The tone of her mouth was very light, like a cloud of smoke, which could be blown away in one breath.

But what she said was the truth.

Poetry is in a dilemma.

He didn't want to give up her, but he didn't want her to be criticized in the future.

He looked at Shiqiao's eyes, more bitter.

Long time did not get his response, Shiqiao inevitably feel impatient.

The wind in the evening is obviously bigger than that in the daytime, and it is also with a trace of cold air.

Even if Shiqiao wrapped up his body, it didn't work.

The wisps of wind, straight from her neck, drilled down.

It's so cold

Shiqiao took a cold breath and quickly shrunk his body into a ball.

Her body bone, originally thin and weak.

Such a shrink, thin and weak she, looking very pitiful.

Shiyang looked at her and felt the pain in her heart.

As the successor of the poet, his marriage is doomed to be unable to decide by himself.

He and Joe, destined not to have the rest of their lives

No matter how he pestered her, the two of them were doomed to have no good results

In the end, reason conquers emotion.

He stood not far away, slowly lowered his head, and said in a heavy voice, "I'm sorry, Joe."

But his love for Shiqiao is real.

How can I kill youHow can he be willing to give up the girl he has loved for so many years!

In Shiqiao's surprised eyes, he strode forward, suddenly reached out, regardless of her opposition, and held her in his arms.

He hugged him tightly, but he always felt that he was different from her before

Then he quickly lowered his head and grabbed Shiqiao's lips.

Shiqiao a Leng, the next second, her eyes quickly flashed a disgust.

She subconsciously tried to push him away.

He clamped her chin tightly with his fingertips and did not allow her to dodge.

He used all his strength to kiss her.

But he had already had a deep kiss, but he thought it was still not enough.

He kisses Shiqiao's strength, gradually enlarges, but also gradually becomes sad

I do not know how long to kiss, in feeling Shiqiao's body, cold to no trace of temperature, Shiyang just stopped kissing her action.

But his lips, but still did not move from her lips.

He rubbed her lips bit by bit with very light force.

He murmured over and over, "Joe, I'm sorry, Joe, I'm sorry..."

I don't know how many times, Shiyang just moved his lips from her lips.

He didn't give Shiqiao a chance to open his mouth, turned around ruthlessly and went away

Shiqiao a Leng, not from the cold back to God, the man's figure, has disappeared in the dark, disappeared.

The wind dries into the clothes.

Shiqiao sneered, quickly got on the car and turned the heating to the maximum.

After the body temperature gradually returned, she began to reflect on what Shiyang had just said.

Sorry, Joe

She raised her hand in a trance and touched her lips which had just been kissed by poetry.

It's crispy.

But in her heart, she did not have the throbbing when he kissed her.

If you don't love, you don't love.

After all, she didn't like Shiyang at the beginning

Thinking of Shiyang's persistence to himself, Shiqiao sighed helplessly.

So, Shiyang is giving up her now

She could feel the unspeakable sadness and sadness in his kiss.

However, Shiyang's affairs have nothing to do with her.

Shiqiao raised her hand and wiped her lips heavily with her sleeve. After wiping off a layer of skin on the upper and lower lips, she felt disgusted at the bottom of her heart and felt better.

Shiqiao had been sleeping in his bedroom when he had a high fever.

So now, although Shiqiao felt his head swell, he didn't feel sleepy.

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