Chapter 439

Xia Zhensheng smiled, "OK, I remember. Take your time. "

He waved, walked out of the box and closed the door, but he didn't leave in a hurry, but sighed a long sigh.

Inside the box, the old monitor complained about the classmate who had a big mouth just now. "Big head, tell me about you. What's wrong with mentioning Xia Ling? He must feel bad now."

"I didn't mean to..."

Xia Zhensheng came out of the hotel and drove home. His mind was full of the words said by the big head, "you have lost Xia Ling", which haunted his mind like a magic spell and drove him crazy.

After returning home, the whole villa was dark except the light in the living room.

He leaned dejectedly on the sofa and called the servant at home, "Madam hasn't come back yet?"

The servant replied, "Madam went to the villa in the suburbs to stay for a few days. She hasn't been at home recently. Before leaving, madam said, please take good care of miss."

Su Xingchen is still living in the hospital and has an increasingly eccentric temper. He has no good attitude towards everyone except Su Murong.

Xia Zhensheng has a headache when he thinks of his daughter.

He waved wearily and motioned his servant to step down.

In the empty room, there was not a trace of popularity, and it was terrible cold.

He took a bottle of whisky from the wine rack, took a glass and screwed it to the bedroom.

It's not his bedroom with Su Murong, it's his separate room. They've been sharing rooms for a long time.

Since Su Xingchen discovered that he had hidden the photos of Xia Ling's mother and daughter in the compartment of his desk six years ago, he no longer dared to put the photos in his study, but hid them in his bedroom.

From the closet, he found the photo that had been treasured for many years, held it tightly to his chest, poured a full glass of wine into the glass, and then drank it all in one mouthful. The bitter and spicy taste stimulated his taste, stimulated his nasal cavity, and burst into tears in his eyes.

The wife and daughter in the photo had a quiet smile. How happy they were at that time. If there was no su Murong, they would always be happy.

Xia Zhensheng laughed sadly, tears rolled down, beat his chest with his left hand, and kept saying "sorry".

He will never forget the fire twenty years ago, which not only killed Xia Ling, but also burned his whole heart.

I don't know how many glasses of wine Xia Zhensheng drank. He was completely drunk. He cried loudly holding the photo. For decades, he has been repressing his feelings. Now, he finally let it out and got out of control.

He was so drunk that he missed the alarm clock and the morning course the next morning.

He didn't wake up until noon. His hangover gave him a splitting headache.

The bed was in a mess, there were traces of vomiting on the ground, and the air was full of the pungent smell of wine and dirt.

He could hardly help vomiting again and hurriedly pushed open the window for ventilation.

Before asking the servant to clean up the room, Xia Zhensheng found the photos of Xia Ling's mother and daughter from the bed / and planned to hide them. He took another reluctant look at their faces, and then put the photos in the drawer at the bottom of the cabinet.

When he stood up and planned to ask the servant to clean the room, a pair of eyes full of resentment flashed in his mind. That was when he divorced Xia Ling. Xia Ling knelt down in front of him and begged him. However, when he left without hesitation, she looked at him.

Her resentful eyes gradually overlapped with those of the old woman she saw last night.

His body suddenly froze, his face was pale, and his heart beat. The whole person was like a fool. He muttered to himself, "no, it's impossible. She had been burned to death by the fire. No, there was no body found in the fire. If it wasn't her, why was Xia so close to her and who was the man? It looks familiar. I must have seen it somewhere... "

"What's going on? What the hell is going on? Is she really not dead? " Xia Zhensheng was almost driven crazy by the ideas in his mind. He beat his head with his hands and squatted on the ground, laughing and crying.

The servant who went upstairs to clean up was startled at his appearance and hurried up to help him, "Sir, what's the matter with you? Are you okay? "

"You say, is she dead?" Xia Zhensheng suddenly grabbed the servant's arm and his eyes were shining with the wind. His expression was fierce and terrible.

"Wake up, sir!" The servant turned pale with fear and screamed, "come on, come on, sir, you're crazy!"

Xia Zhensheng was stimulated by her screams. His head gradually recovered a trace of clarity. He suddenly pushed her away, ran into the bathroom, closed the door tightly, and poured cold water on his face and head.

"Sir, sir, do you mind?" The housekeeper came and knocked on the bathroom door.

Xia Zhensheng looked at himself in the mirror, took a deep breath and said, "I'm fine."

The housekeeper and the servant were relieved.

Xia Zhensheng finished washing, wiped his face, came out of the bathroom and said in a deep voice, "I just had a nightmare. Nothing happened."

"Well, we see." The others nodded quickly.

He nodded with satisfaction. "Clean the room."

He didn't know that just after he left and went to the study, the maid quietly reported his madness to sumurong, who was far away in the villa on the outskirts of the city.

At this time, Su Murong was wearing a sexual / sensual swimsuit, lying on a white recliner, comfortably basking in the sun. In the swimming pool, a young and strong man swam leisurely with his upper body bare / naked.

Su Murong said lazily, "what did he say?"

The maid whispered, "I only heard one word clearly. He asked me, 'do you say whether she is dead or not?'

Su Murong's eyes tightened slightly and said faintly, "who is she in his words?"

"Sir didn't say. By the way, madam, finally, sir warned us that he just had a nightmare."

"Well, I see. If there's anything, you can report it to me."

Su Murong cut off the call and cast his distant eyes over the tall trees by the swimming pool and onto the horizon“ Is she dead or not? "Who does she mean?

The handsome man in the swimming pool stood up from the water, the drops of water fell from his strong chest, and the sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, not to mention seducing / people.

He put the bath towel over his shoulder, walked slowly towards Su Murong, bent over and kissed her face. He smiled in his deep black eyes and said in a low voice, "baby, what are you thinking?"

Su Murong put his hands around his neck and looked at his face carefully. He had sword eyebrows, stars and eyes, a tall nose. His facial features were three or four points similar to his godfather. When he smiled, the similarity could reach seven or eight points.

Her lips slightly hooked and said faintly, "it's all right."