This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 273 Country Love (30)

He will also say.

"Is it painful?"

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Shen Yue finished eating the cake, her face was pale, her back was thin, and her face was covered with tears.

The teardrops on his face were wiped away with a soft tissue, Zhang Cong's fingers shrunk from the heat of the tears, and he suddenly asked a question that was caught off guard.

"What happened?"

His eyes clearly reflected the woman's appearance, and his eyes were focused and hot.

Shen Yue lowered her eyes, her thin eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, the ends of her eyes were bright red, and her thin eyelids were slightly swollen.

The voice is also soft: "It's okay."

Zhang Cong moved closer, and the feeling of oppression was too strong when he approached.

He didn't retreat but approached, his tone was firm.

"I know something must have happened, Shen Yue, you look very bad, you can tell me if there is anything, I can help you, don't hold everything in your heart."

Shen Yue's heart shrank.

At that moment, all the grievances and sorrows that could not be expressed suddenly came out violently, the tip of the nose was sour, and the tears that had stopped just now flowed down again.

She was pinching her palms, her face was very pale, her eyelashes were curled and curled up, and her voice was trembling: "...Brother, I, I..."

Her voice was really hoarse, mixed with shortness of breath and choking, it sounded a bit crying.

The bottom of Zhang Cong's heart seemed to be pricked by a sharp thorn, and a slight pain spread out.

The voice couldn't help but softened a bit: "Speak, brother, listen."

The woman was gasping for breath, tears streaming down her cheeks, her breathing was difficult due to sobs, and she couldn't even utter a word.

Zhang Cong's heart was beating violently, and he quickly pressed her cold hand, coaxing gently: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it, let's not say it, don't say it."

Shen Yue really couldn't say it, she didn't know how to speak at all, because she was afraid, and Zhang Cong felt that she was being self-indulgent.

It stands to reason that Qi Rui doesn't remember her anymore, but she still stays at Qi's house with a faceless face, watching Qi Rui get intimate with another woman, even though she tried her best to restrain her feelings, she still It will be somewhat exposed.

Isn't this destroying other people's feelings?
What is the difference between this and the third?

After all, Qi Rui already has a girlfriend now.

If she was more sensible, she should have left quietly instead of staying here to make a fool of herself.

If Zhang Cong knew, he would definitely find her disgusting.

She will leave, but she always feels that Qi Rui still has love for her, even if it's just a little bit, that's enough, don't ask for too much.

Don't make her... like a joke.

The two of them are sitting in the coffee corner.

Zhang Cong stood up and came to the woman's side. She was crying so sadly. He pursed his lips, his eyes were deep, as if he was about to tear up the peaceful night, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Standing there is like a sculpture.

After a while, he stretched out his hand, and Shen Yue fell into a generous and warm embrace.

The man with an honest and dull personality is not very good at coaxing people. Under his calm appearance, he hides being at a loss. He raises his hand strangely and pats the woman's thin back regularly.

The movement is very light, but still a little clumsy.

Shen Yue seemed to be a little delirious from crying, her thin white fingers grabbed the clothes on the man's chest helplessly, making soft sobbing sounds.

People with colds always seem to be extra vulnerable.

Shen Yue actually doesn't like to cry, but a man's hug is really too warm.

"Brother..." She was wronged like a child who was bullied outside.

The man hugged her with a broad chest, able to hold her tightly, and his heart was beating rapidly and messily.

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

"I'm here, I've always been here..."

Shen Yue cried for a long time.

It was already dark, and the days are always short in winter.

There are not many people in the coffee shop, and there is no one in this small corner.

After crying enough, Shen Yue's sanity returned, and she wanted to withdraw from the man's embrace with red ears from embarrassment.

Zhang Cong felt that the woman was about to leave, and the hand around her waist subconsciously increased slightly, but within a few seconds, he restrained and slowed down the strength, and then slowly let go.

Shen Yue's skin was too thin, and she was crying so hard, her eyelids were swollen, she looked very pitiful.

Seeing a small piece of the man's skirt that was wet, she felt even more ashamed. She lowered her head, her snow-white face looked very soft.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

She always likes to say sorry.

Zhang Cong's gaze stayed on the woman's red ear tips for several seconds, it was indescribable, and his palms were sweating.

The Adam's apple rolled, and he smiled unconsciously, "It's okay, I'm such a crybaby."

Shen Yue froze for a moment.

Warm light shone on his eyebrows, soft like a breeze.

She looked away and her lips curled up.

Zhang Cong said he wanted to drive her back, but Shen Yue refused because the road was not far away.

But Zhang Cong still insisted on sending her back, Shen Yue had no choice but to agree.

He didn't drive, the snow was still falling, the two of them were holding an umbrella, Shen Yue raised her eyes occasionally, and saw that half of the man's shoulders were exposed, and there was still a thin layer of snow on the shoulders.

She moved the umbrella a little: "Brother, don't just focus on me."

Zhang Cong was still laughing, showing a sense of foolishness: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of the cold at all, my hands are still warm."

Shen Yue didn't believe it, the snow was so heavy and the temperature was so low, how could it not be cold?

She was a little anxious, and unconsciously covered the man's hand holding the umbrella handle, and pushed the umbrella towards the man.

The fingers on the back of his hand were cold and soft, and the man was momentarily at a loss as the fire touched his ears, almost igniting it.

He suddenly put his arms around Shen Yue's shoulders, and the two of them pressed tightly together, a faint fragrance wafted from the tip of their noses, very sweet, very fragrant, and very pleasant to smell.

The woman's body was a little stiff.

His voice was a little low: "This way it won't be cold."

It seemed that he felt that his words were too few, Zhang Cong paused, and added: "If you get closer, the two of you will not get caught in the snow."

He was a little nervous, he was afraid that Shen Yue would push him away.

But no, Shen Yue didn't speak, she pinched her fingers, acquiescing to the man's behavior.

The cold wind stings a little on the face, and the man next to him is tall and close to each other, as if it is not so cold anymore.

She buried half of her face in the scarf, absorbing the warmth almost greedily, biting her lip unconsciously, and her eyes fogged up again.

Near the villa, Shen Yue said that there is no need to send it off, and it will be there in two steps.

The man lowered his head and saw the tears in Shen Yue's eyes, those dark and moist eyes were silent and dull, a little lifeless.

His heart skipped a beat, his breathing was uncomfortable, and he raised his hand to stroke Shen Yue's hair.

"Yueyue, I will always be here."

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(End of this chapter)