Chapter 462

The temperature in the car was so high that Shiqiao didn't feel cold at all.

But when she abandoned herself from Shiyang and thought of giving up sliding trees, she felt that her limbs could not warm up.

I just said such cruel words to Shiyang. Shiyang must think that she is a cruel person

However, she knew from her childhood that no matter how cruel she was, she couldn't be poetic

Shiyang can give up her heart, but she can't give up sliding trees

After sitting in the car for half an hour, Shiqiao moved his numb limbs, quickly turned the key ring, started the engine, and slowly left the villa.

……

Poetry Yang powerless to return to their own bedroom, he just body, lying on the bed, pocket phone, it rang.

Shi Yang is just staring at the top of the wall with his eyes stunned, and has no idea to answer the phone.

When the third call rang, Shiyang got up, took out his mobile phone and glanced at the bright screen.

But the two words "Yan Ya" twinkled, like two blades, stabbed him in the heart.

He closed his eyes and relaxed for a long time, then took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and pressed the connect button tremblingly.

"Yang, are you busy? Why are you answering my phone now

What sounded was a slightly coquettish tone.

Shiyang was already very impatient, but he suddenly remembered his responsibility to the poet.

Had to press bitterness in the bottom of my heart, the corner of the mouth also followed a trace of soft smile, the tone of mouth, is doting, "what's the matter, all this point still don't sleep?"

Yanya chuckled twice and then said, "that's because I'm worried about you. It's not safe for you to drive alone when you go back so late..."

Shiyang knows that Yanya is not kind to himself.

However, Yan Ya is the task assigned to him by the owner of the house.

He It has to be done.

"Well, ya ya, I'm home safely now. Should you go to bed?"

Yan Ya chuckled for a while, then nodded and said "good".

Then the phone was hung up.

Poetry Yang and quietly staring at the mobile phone screen launched a daze, just showed a sarcastic smile.

Every time he met with Yanya, he could always feel Yanya's pretentious reserve, but in his heart he wanted to beat her down Coquettish.

Thinking of this, the poem suddenly remembered that he had just had the last kiss with Joe.

As if his lips still retained Qiao Qiao's breath and temperature, Shiyang kept rubbing his lips with his fingertips.

The bottom of his eyes, out of the deep feelings and nostalgia.

But touch, poetry Yang will suddenly laugh out of the sound.

Smiling, his eyes, then a clear red.

Thinking of Shiqiao's future life, even the rest of her life, which has nothing to do with him, Shiyang feels the pain in her heart somewhere, like a river with no dike

That's the girl he loved from childhood to adulthood.

He loves to the girl in the bone, so he said give up and give up?

How did he How can I be reconciled?

At the end of the laugh, Shiyang's laughter became big.

He fell straight back on the soft bed.

Laughter, getting shorter and shorter.

He looked at the top of the wall for a long time. After his mood gradually stabilized, he put his hands on the bed, as if to get up.

But his hands, but at this time become soft and weak, his upper body, just left the bed some distance, suddenly fell down again.

His eyes are red, because of this fall, also more and more obvious.

Then he buried his head in the snow-white bedding.

However, he did not maintain this movement for long, his shoulder began to shake slightly.

Can see clearly, that originally pure white does not dye a thing on the bedding, there is transparent liquid, gradually fainting dye

For a long time, Shiyang just hung his head and got up from the bed.

He went into the bathroom with his pajamas.

After a simple wash, he quickly went to bed.

But he didn't feel sleepy. He stared at the air in front of him, and then blinked.

He took the mobile phone on the bedside table and looked through his previous communication records with Shiqiao.

His movement is very slow, but his eyes are very affectionate, but also vaguely hide a trace of nostalgia.

His lips have been tightly pursed, hoping to look, he felt that his eyes had acid swelling pain

Text messages can't be read.

It turns out that he and Joe have so many wonderful memories.

However, he who loves her, how can he love her and lose her?

At the thought of the fact that Shiqiao no longer belongs to him, Shiyang's fingertips trembled violently.Then, there will be a continuous pain, in his heart densely spread out.

Shiyang took a deep breath and hesitated to delete the message.

But when he caught a glimpse of the mobile phone suddenly pop out of a confirmation to delete the frame, his fingertips, suddenly become trembling.

His fingertip hung above the word "confirm" for a long time, but he failed to do so. He pressed the confirmation button.

Poetry rippling eyes, suddenly burst out a burst of cold light.

He slowly raised his eyes, swept the dark window, but secretly squeezed the mobile phone.

Trance to see, that dark window, it seems to emerge that poetic Qiao that pretty smile.

The next second, Shiyang closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath, and then, he will be in the hands of the mobile phone, mercilessly hit a wall in front of him.

"Pa" to a sound, the mobile phone immediately become fragmented.

Joe, I'm sorry

I can't ask you any more

After leaving the car, Shiqiao suddenly felt uncomfortable.

It's late at night.

On the huge Road, only the dim yellow street lights are still on, but there is no popularity.

The wind was still whistling through the windows.

Shiqiao didn't know where he was at first.

In the dead of night, especially when alone, one's feelings are usually the most vulnerable.

Shiqiao thought that he had no such weakness.

But when she was driving, the front of the car suddenly under a thick fog, Shiqiao immediately lost.

The direction was mesmerized.

For a moment she forgot even the basics of turning on the lights.

Shiqiao stepped on the brake in a hurry, but did not know where the car was parked.

The wheel seemed to have hit something, and Shiqiao felt himself bumped.

After stabilizing, she quickly took out her mobile phone and wanted to ask for help.

But looking at so many names in the address book, she didn't even have one to call out.

Shiqiao suddenly felt powerless.

After knowing that Shiyang gave up herself, she was not sad.

After all, he was the beauty of her youth.

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