Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

The sofa was also black, and with the black woolen overcoat, his face was as pale as snow.

I haven't seen him for 2 months. He has lost a lot of weight, but he can see that he has just tidied himself up. His hair is neat and tidy, and his clothes are also neat and wrinkle-free.

Under the light, his expression was indifferent, except for his haggard face, he still had a noble-like deep and handsome outline.

Chanel stood at the door, her eyes swept over him, and she focused on him.

This face appeared in her dreams all the time. It was the same as she imagined, yet different.

It was as if a sharp knife was slashing back and forth across her chest!

"Miss Xia, should you go in first?" The driver reminded her in her ear.

Only then did Chanel come back to her senses, walked in, and the door of the ward closed behind her.

Chanel stood there, not daring to step forward, and not daring to look at him again...

When Su Shijie came in from her, his gaze stayed on her face for a moment, then moved away.

Chanel squeezed her hands tightly, her eyes fell elsewhere, and she heard the sound of him pouring tea.

In the quiet ward, the sound of tea was flowing quietly, as if the blood in Chanel's body was flowing quietly.

"Come and sit." Su Shijie put down the teapot and finally spoke.

It's just that I haven't seen him for two months, and hearing his voice again is like that of the last century, and a long-lost throbbing arises in my heart.

How dare she sit there?How dare you sit next to him!

Her mind was blank, Chanel seemed to be back in the high school exam room, her palms were sweating from nervousness.

But compared with her, Su Shijie seemed too calm.

"Why, do you still want me to invite you to a seat?"

His voice is polite and gentle.

Although there is no trace of temper and coldness, there is too much alienation.

Xia Naier straightened her mood, looked back at Su Shijie, but did not dare to focus on his face, walked over lightly, and sat at the farthest position from him.

On the coffee table, a handwriting board has long been prepared.

Su Shijie moved the tablet and tea in front of her——

His fingers have long and thin phalanges with well-defined joints. Just looking at his hands, it can be seen that he has lost a lot of weight.

Moreover, his hands were as pale and bloodless as his face.

When entering, Chanel first looked around the entire ward, the beds were empty, only Su Shijie was sitting on the sofa, deserted and lonely.

Chanel took the pen and wrote on the handwriting board: [Thank you, what is Mr. Su looking for me? 】

She was writing, but found that her hands were trembling nervously, and her handwriting became crooked.

Chanel took two deep breaths...restraining herself!

Su Shijie's eyes fell on her wet body and messy hair.

From the moment she came in, he saw her panic.

"It's cold outside."

It was raining outside, and Chanel was drenched by the rain before getting into the car.

Chanel brushed her hair uncomfortably, and tried her best to straighten herself——

【Well, may I ask what is Mr. Su looking for from me? 】 Chanel lowered her long eyelashes.Chanel, with your talent!

Su Shijie seemed to be laughing, a low laugh.

Chanel was surprised, wondering why he was laughing?

Su Shijie looked at her with desolate eyes and said, "If it wasn't about our child, wouldn't you come to see me?"

How much he misses her is how deeply he looks at her!

Chanel bit her lips: 【Our child?Where did the child come from? 】

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