deliberate kiss

Chapter 475 The Old Man Came Faintly (Part [-])
The leader had a very good attitude and said, "Miss Wen, see what you like and you can keep it. Mr. Zhao doesn't want any of these things."

No more.

Like these things, she is nothing but trash abandoned by Zhao Hanchen.

Listening to the man's words, Wen Lingyue blinked, and seemed to come to her senses after a while, "Okay, thank you."

All furnishings and decorations are almost brand new.

Wen Lingyue has gained some knowledge during these days by Zhao Hanchen's side, and she can recognize some of the brands.

This is so valuable, he is really rich to himself.

Wen Lingyue twitched the corners of her lips, smiling with difficulty.

What she should be content with is just dreaming back in the middle of the night and shedding tears over and over again.

She can only tell herself, Wen Lingyue, you chose this path, and you can only bear it yourself.

What right do you have to cry out for pain?

She convinced herself so that she could force herself to sleep.

This year, the spring day in country y did not come, and Wen Lingyue lived in the house that Zhao Hanshen gave her for several months.

She was too depressed, eating, eating and sleeping almost mechanically.

It wasn't until the start of school was getting closer that she forced herself to recover a little bit of anger.

She belatedly discovered that her period had not come for two months.

What a farce.

She looked at the blond-haired and blue-eyed doctor holding the test sheet, smiled and said to herself, "Congratulations, you are 10 weeks pregnant."

She sat there in a daze, her mind blank.

Is it the Chinese New Year?

That was the last time between them.

Wen Lingyue's hands subconsciously caressed her lower abdomen, her fingertips were trembling.

She couldn't feel it at all. At this moment, a little life was growing here.

Obviously nothing has changed, but how amazing, there is an extra child here.

"I want to have an abortion."

The doctor was taken aback, and the smile on her face disappeared. She looked at Wen Lingyue with worried eyes, and said kindly: "You are pregnant for the first time. I will examine you and find that your uterus is very fragile. If the child is miscarried, there is a high possibility of habitual miscarriage in the future."

Wen Lingyue left the hospital in dismay, the cold wind blowing in her face, the snow and ice were swept on both sides of the street, and there was no sign of melting.

Why is the spring in country y not warm at all?
Wen Lingyue always remembered Zhao Hanchen's number, but this time, it was the first time she dialed it on her own initiative.

The phone was connected after only a few rings, and Wen Lingyue heard Zhao Han's deep voice, cold, cold, with the usual contempt.

He said, "What's the matter?"

"Zhao Hanchen..." Wen Lingyue blinked, tears fell, the corners of her lips twitched, her smile was forced: "I am pregnant."

Over there, there was a long silence.

After that, Wen Lingyue heard Zhao Hanshen's voice without a trace of emotion, and he said: "Don't do such a stupid thing, beat the child."

I knew this result a long time ago, so when I heard it, I didn't feel too embarrassed.

Wen Lingyue nodded, and asked softly: "Zhao Hanchen, do you have no heart?"

"Both the money and the goods," Zhao Han sneered, very indifferently: "Miss Wen, why are you talking about sincerity?"

How can we talk about sincerity when both money and goods are settled.

That's right, that's great.

Wen Lingyue hung up the phone and moved out of the villa overnight.

There was a lot of money in her account. Wen Lingyue counted it several times, but she couldn't count how many zeros there were.

What a perfect lover.

Wen Lingyue went to school to take a leave of absence. She wanted to wait until the child was born before continuing to complete her studies.

The money that Zhao Hanchen gave her these years is enough for her to spend her whole life recklessly.

Country y was too cold, she searched on the map for a long time, and finally arrived at the next destination - Finland.

Life is very comfortable, almost nothing goes wrong.Even the child in her womb is very obedient and has never made her feel uncomfortable.

There is nothing wrong with it except that the body becomes bulkier day by day.

When Li Zhao appeared in front of her room, she was 7 months pregnant.

The weather in Finland is bright, and there are flowers in the sun.Some time ago, Wen Lingyue even saw the aurora.

She looked at Li Zhao in front of her, and her eyes instantly became vigilant.

But before she could speak, Li Zhao said, "Brother Shen committed suicide."

Wen Lingyue didn't speak, the child in her belly kicked her lightly.

farce.

It's ridiculous.

At the end of summer in Jingcheng, the dense rain was blown by the wind.

Wen Lingyue went to Zhao Hanchen's funeral, there were many people at the scene, Wen Lingyue stood beside Gu Fanan, and heard him say: "Hanchen has no other relatives, this child, we will help you raise it together. "

"Lingyue, this person Han Chen... He didn't know how to love people in the first place. Before he met you, he already had someone he liked, so he can only owe you."

Wen Lingyue's eyes fell not far away.

An unusually beautiful and bright woman in a white dress is presenting flowers.

Behind her stood a man with a gentle and dignified temperament, and a cute and cute child who was like a sticky bean bag.

Wen Lingyue has been quiet since returning to China.

At this moment, she spoke with a hoarse and tense voice, "Is that Cheng Weiyue?"

Gu Fan'an probably didn't expect her to recognize it at a glance, nodded, and said: "Yes, Jing Xing and Zhou have cooperated a lot in recent years, and Zhou Jingwei and Han Chen also grew up together, so I'm here to express my condolences." .”

Wen Lingyue withdrew her gaze and said softly: "She is very beautiful."

Gu Fanan didn't know what to say.

On the tombstone, Zhao Han's eyebrows and eyes remain the same as before, his phoenix eyes are scattered with stars, and his thin lips are sharply curved.

For some reason, Wen Lingyue remembered that when she was a teenager, her mother told her that thin lips are so cool.

It's not unreasonable.

The rain is sticky and keeps falling, with an inexplicable lingering feeling.
Zhao Hanchen's last impression of life is Cheng Weiyue's face.

The car crashed into the high-speed fence, and a large amount of blood stained his vision red.

With half-opened eyes, he saw Cheng Weiyue walking towards him from not far away.

It was 18-year-old Cheng Weiyue. She was wearing a white dress, with white legs, a faint smile on her brows, and clean almond eyes, as if there was a bay of lake water.

She was getting closer and closer, as if she could touch it if she stretched out her hand.

This was too tempting, he stretched out his hand with all his strength, trying to grab the girl's fluttering skirt in vain.

But only the ungraspable night, in his palm, scattered little by little.

How could he have forgotten?

Ning Ning, who forgot him, has become someone else's wife and mother.

Time rewinds to morning.

On the way to Jingxing Group, the assistant Ye Cheng put the fm radio in the car.

Coincidentally, it happened to be Cheng Weiyue's voice.

He has not heard Cheng Weiyue's voice for a long, long time.

So that in an instant, a thousand arrows are not stingy to pierce the heart.

On the radio, Cheng Weiyue's voice was smiling, sweet and soft, and she said: "Thank you everyone, by the end of this year, I should have a new movie to meet you all."

"Congratulations, Director Cheng. Your fans and fans are looking forward to your new movie." The host smiled and said, "I believe that your husband must also be looking forward to it."

After Ye Cheng finished shopping, he just opened the car door and came in when he heard this sentence.

He had a sad face, his back was soaked with sweat, and he didn't dare to look at Zhao Han's face at all.

"My husband. He helped me with a lot of ideas on the script this time. Mr. Zhou is a very good lover. It is my luck to meet him."

The sweet words turned into sharp knives and pierced into Zhao Hanchen's already riddled body.

In fact, many times, he thought he had let go.

But there are some things that always have too much stamina, but at that time I was at a loss.

"Chairman, should I turn off this thing?"

Ye Cheng said cautiously.

And Zhao Hanshen didn't speak, just silently listening to the ongoing conversation.

"The last photo you posted on social media, your kids are really cute."

Cheng Weiyue said softly, "Zhou Zhou looks like me."

"Speaking of which, it's quite rare for children to take their mother's surname." The host said with a smile.

Cheng Weiyue smiled as usual, as long as she listened casually, she knew she was immersed in love, "Mr. Zhou said that the baby was born by me, so it is named after me."

Zhao Hanchen had once been loved by Cheng Weiyue wholeheartedly, so he knew the difference between her love and not love.

At this time, it happens that the advertisement is loaded.

Ye Cheng quickly turned off the radio, and asked Zhao Hanshen with a shy smile, "Chairman, do you want Li Zhao and the others to come over?"

Ye Cheng knows the lethality of Cheng Weiyue's three words too well.

But Zhao Han said, "I'm going to a place."

It was the villa near the sea where he and Cheng Weiyue lived, and Wen Lingyue sent all the things he left in Country Y to here.

He has never been in the mood to look at it, after all, he didn't take those things to heart.

The place where no one has lived for several years is indeed desolate and deserted from the inside to the outside.

Zhao Hanchen walked in alone, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty space.

The things Wen Lingyue sent him were all piled up at the door, and he kicked away those insignificant ones. Sure enough, at the bottom, he saw the red lacquered wooden box.

This box was opened in front of the Buddha for enshrining. It is neither corrupt nor bad, and the things placed inside can be preserved for a long time.

Zhao Han squatted down and brushed off the dust on the box with his hands.

When he made these movements, his posture was very serious, as if he was doing a very solemn ceremony.

With a 'click' sound, the box was opened.

Zhao Hanshen saw those letters.

The mouth of the envelope was sealed with wax paint. He tore it open and took out the letter inside.

They are all very old words, but the moment I saw them, someone's eyes suddenly turned red.

Gritting his teeth, his hands almost trembling, he opened the letter.

"Ning Ning, it snowed heavily in Country Y today. I remembered that you told me before that the thing you looked forward to most when you were a child was snow. I really wanted to take a picture for you to see, but then I thought about it again. It's too self-righteous. Zhou Jingwei will give you everything, how could you lack my snow scene? tiamo."

"congratulations."

"Ning Ning, your movie has won an award. I'm really happy for you. I was passing by the school and saw the poster of your movie. I was curious and went in to have a look. The poster is very beautiful, it should be made by your fans."

"I think I don't love you anymore."

"It turns out that a person can only have a vigorous love once in a lifetime."

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Zhao Han read the letters one by one, he didn't remember many letters, but at this moment, all the memories became clear again.

Even when he wrote the letter, those details and mood became real.

He really wasn't a man who could make do with it.

And once Pandora's magic box was opened, he couldn't convince himself and lived on deceiving himself.

Zhao Hanshen burned all the letters without any hesitation.

In the later time, he peeped and walked in the villa alone.

Every room seems to be mixed with nostalgia and memory.

He didn't know how long he had walked, and his feet almost felt weak and numb.

He leaned against the wall, tears suddenly fell down.

At first, he just cried silently, but at the back, he covered his face with his hands, squatted down slowly along the wall, and finally, his voice was hoarse.

He had never cried like this before, but in this empty space, the composure and indifference he exerted in front of others became easily disintegrated.

He was almost like a trapped animal, crying desperately.

He couldn't lie to himself, he had no interest in life, and his heart was ashamed.

His Ning Ning.
his Ning Ning
It's him
It was he who lost her.

Once lost, it can never be found again.

The moment Zhao Hanshen drove the car on the highway, he didn't think about surviving.

He drank alcohol and took medicine, and his eyes were illusory.

Those blissful scenes flashed before his eyes one by one.

He saw Cheng Weiyue in countless scenes.

It was all during the short period of time they were together.

But it was such a short period of time that carried all the joy in his life.

In the illusory hallucinations, he walked towards the end of his life.

Death is not so terrible, what is terrible is living lifeless.

Amidst the thick smoke, Zhao Hanchen heard Cheng Weiyue in his ear, saying in a crying voice: "I like you, but this is not the reason why you trample on my love. Zhao Hanchen, I am really very Work hard, work hard to come to you."

He was so painful that he couldn't speak, he could only say in his heart over and over again, Ningning, you don't have to work hard, I will work hard, and I will make you happy.You don't know how much I like you, you don't know how much you mean to me.

Slack vision, everything has become a pity.

Zhao Hanshen's last thought was that it would be great if people could have an afterlife.

Probably because of his obsession.

He seems to have returned to the retirement banquet many years ago.

Cheng Cunzheng said to him: "This is my daughter, Cheng Weiyue, whose nickname is Ningning."

And his heart was beating like a drum, and he tried his best to show the most gentle smile in his life.

He said: "Ning Ning, it's the first time we meet, hello, my name is Zhao Hanchen, cold Han, silent Shen."

But the young girl's heart moved at a glance, she lowered her head and blushed twice, her almond eyes were like water.

If life is just like first sight, what's the matter of autumn wind painting a fan?
(End of this chapter)