Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Why was he still obsessed with a wedding?

Is there a need for a form without substance?

"For me, this form is very important." It is a perfect ending for the happy time of the past ten years.

"Li Ye..." It is impossible for the two of them to be together anymore. Is there such a form, is it really that important?

Sikong Lingge pursed his lips, wanted to ask this question, but opened his lips, but couldn't say anything.

Feng Liye didn't even see Sikong Lingge's expression, so he guessed what she was thinking, "Lingge, I hope there will be a perfect ending between us."

"..."

"Even if it's fake."

"..." Sikong Lingge pulled Feng Liye's hand away, with a rustling voice, "Let me... think about it..."

Feng Liye nodded dumbly, and slowly stuffed the kraft paper bag into Sikong Ling singer.

"This……?"

"I thought about it, and you should keep it." Feng Liye murmured like a dream, with a particularly low voice, "I'm afraid that if you really agree, I will regret it and selfishly destroy these materials."

"I'll take the medicine box and treat the wound for you." Sikong Lingge put away the kraft paper bag and turned around in a hurry.

Feng Liye's wound was not deep, but a shallow cut was made on his palm.

The reason why he bled so much was because he completely ignored the wound and used his hands too much.

Sikong Lingge carefully looked at the wound——

Where the skin was cut, there was a faint black circle, which should be ink.

Feng Liye's injury was scratched by a pen.

Did you get hurt when you signed the divorce agreement?

Thinking of this, Sikong Lingge's chest was shocked again and tightened.

He lowered his head, opened the medicine box, cleaned and disinfected the wound for Feng Liye, and carefully applied the medicine.

During the whole process, Feng Liye watched with burning eyes, the sadness in his brown eyes was so abundant and obvious...

Sikong Lingge's whole body's nerves were tense, and his spirit was tense.

Several times, the sterile cotton directly poked Feng Liye's wound, causing him to grunt in pain.

Otherwise, the medicine will be sprinkled on the wrong side, and it will all fall to the ground.

Otherwise, the bandage is wrapped in the wrong direction...

In short, there were many mistakes, which made it very embarrassing.

After a small wound was treated, Sikong Lingge was covered in cold sweat, almost collapsed, and the clothes on his back were all soaked.

"I'm sorry." Sikong Lingge apologized frequently.

"It's okay." Feng Liye kept smiling all the time, and responded with these three words, "Only when it hurts will there be a real feeling."

"...Is there any other injuries?" Sikong Lingge gave him a flustered look, and immediately stopped driving.

She was afraid that after seeing Feng Liye's sad expression for a long time, she would not be able to help but make promises that she shouldn't have made.

He quickly lowered his head, packed up his things and stood up, "I'll go and put the medicine box away."

Feng Liye nodded.

Put the medicine box back to its original place, and Sikong Lingge walked back.

A silence.

No one spoke.

The wind blew in through the window and lifted the curtains.

Sikong Lingge's chest was depressed and heavy with pain, as if he weighed a thousand catties.

I wanted to say something, I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say...

Feng Liye sat there, motionless, and seemed to have no intention of speaking.

The two stood facing each other like this.

silence.

Deathly silence.

The sounds of breathing and jumping are clearly audible...

Sikong Lingge is neither standing nor sitting, I really don't know what to do.