After drinking, only Chu Huaxin, Mu Yihan and Qi Zijin were really sober, and even Mu Qingluan and Chu Qingyue had drunk a little.

But it was the three people who were trapped in love who were so drunk.

Fu Haoming has always been more tolerant than Rong Qianlong, sometimes Chu Huaxin even felt that he was more like Mu Yihan's brother than Mu Yichen.

Personality is so similar.

But that night he indulged himself and got drunk.

Because he was drunk, he had an excuse to make himself do things and say things he would not say when he was sober.

For example...Xu Zechen!

He said, "His death has nothing to do with you, why can't you let yourself go?"

—Have you ever loved?

Before Xu Zechen's accident, she gave him the most complete self.

It's just that the person's departure instantly took away his eternal happiness.

Actually, Fu Haoming hated Xu Zechen.

Hate why that man refused to let her go in the end.

——Is it true that the living are not as good as the dead, even if the feelings have already surpassed him?

Sometimes people are like this, when they come to a dead end, they refuse to turn around and find another way out even if they hit a dead end, stubbornly wanting to break through the wall and move on.

But how can a fragile head compare with white tiles and red walls?

——If I die, I actually hope that you will forget me, but I don't want you to forget me so quickly.

At that time, tears had already fallen from her eyes, silent, but mournful and desperate.

When sending Xu Zechen off, she didn't cry, but blood came out from her lips.

But at this moment, listening to this man tell her himself, if he died, she would be in so much pain that she couldn't control herself.

——If I die, my status must be heavier than his.

Fu Haoming was leaning on the sofa, his eyes were a little blurred, he didn't know if he could clearly see her tears pouring down like rain, but the trembling raised hand revealed his thoughts.

He saw it, but didn't want to wipe it off.

That way he can fool himself into thinking his words are true.

But he felt distressed, and he clearly said that he would not force her or let her cry.

After all, he made a slip of the tongue, for his own selfishness.

Looking at Qi Zijin who was crying silently but making no sound, Chu Hua buried her heart in Mu Yihan's arms, and no one saw that the clothes on Mu Yihan's chest were also wet.

It was not just the two of them who were sad at that moment.

That night, no one was in a good mood.

Some wounds have not been treated for too long, and they have already festered and festered, and the pain is too painful to speak before touching.

Therefore, no one noticed that Fu Haoming would get up so quickly and run forward so quickly.

Drunk, he rushed straight to the main road.

He is not looking for himself, or thinking about it.

He just didn't want to see her tears again, so he ran away.

By the time Qi Zijin reacted and chased him out, he was already on the road.

When the lights are on, Jincheng is bustling at night, not to mention the city center.

There is a constant flow of traffic, stopping and leaving quickly.

Many walked past him, swearing.

When Qi Zijin who came out saw this scene, his heart seemed to be tightly pinched by a hand, and he suffocated and stopped beating.

"Hao Ming!"

I couldn't help shouting, the voice was full of fear and helplessness.

How could he have the heart to walk away after hearing her scared voice.

He stopped, turned around and looked at her, his eyes were full of tenderness, as if gathering all the tenderness in this world.

He only had her presence in his eyes, so he didn't see the speeding vehicle...

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