long love becomes ill

Chapter 1682 Growing Wanton in Your Heart (57)

Mingzheng strolled around the surrounding shopping malls, bought a cup of coffee, sat in the bookstore of the shopping mall, and bought a collection of poems. Reading a book could help her calm down quickly.

The phone had automatically shut down because it ran out of battery. After Mingzheng finished reading a book, it was already late at night, and the coffee had already gone cold. She put the book in her bag, got up and left the shopping mall, and walked towards the hotel along the street lights.

She walked absent-mindedly, and after walking for a while, when she could see the tall building of the hotel, someone grabbed her wrist severely.

"Where have you been?" Under the street lamp, the gentle and handsome man had a stern face, his short hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, and his eyes were fierce.

Mingzheng was frightened by his eyes. Seeing that he was wearing a white T-shirt, linen home pants, and slippers on his feet, he opened his mouth and said weakly, "I went to the bookstore to read."

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" Lin Ziyu said angrily, with a hoarse voice and red eyes, "Will you be missing for five or six hours while reading? Ming Zheng, did you do it on purpose?"

Terrifying flames radiated from Lin Ziyu's body, and Xia Ri was full of anger. Mingzheng took a step back, leaning his back against the street lamp behind him, feeling his wrists being torn apart, and was hugged tightly by the man.

His breath was still unsteady, his chest heaved violently, Mingzheng was hugged tightly by him, feeling the pain in his ribs, he shouted softly: "Lin Ziyu, let go."

Hearing this, the man hugged him even tighter, his breath became a little more heavy, his eyes were suppressed for a long time, and he said hoarsely: "Do you regret it?"

Do you regret it?Mingzheng was frightened by the dark light in his eyes, thinking that everything that had happened during this period was like a dream, and lowered his eyes and said: "I just think our relationship is not normal."

"Where is it abnormal?" Lin Ziyu's voice was terribly low, and his face was a little pale at random, pulling Mingzheng back without thinking.

On weekdays, the gentle and refined man was covered in anger, his handsome face was so dark and frightening, it was the first time Mingzheng saw him so angry, thinking of the long past, those memories of being locked up in the homestay, he shook his head without even thinking about it. He hugged the lamp post, his face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice, "I won't go with you, don't even think about locking me up again."

The man's tall and slender figure suddenly stiffened like a stone, Lin Ziyu turned his head, saw her pale face with fright, bitter in his heart, and said hoarsely: "Do you still remember?"

The big hands clenched tightly, as if she would disappear once she was released, Lin Ziyu's eyes gradually turned red, and the fear in his heart took over, driving people crazy.

At the age of 16, the boy and the girl eloped all the way south. Since it was summer vacation, their combination was not very eye-catching.The two went to the nearest ancient water town together and rented a homestay to live in.

The novelty and impulsiveness at the beginning slowly faded away. After playing for a few days, Mingzheng began to miss home and realized her selfishness. Her mother had nothing but her. She goes abroad.

Mingzheng secretly called her mother. On the phone, Ms. Ruan Jing was crying hard, even Mingzheng was crying hard.

Both the mother and daughter refused to give in. One insisted that she break up with Lin Ziyu and go to Ireland with her, while the other insisted not to break up and wanted to stay in China. In the end, the conversation broke up unhappy.

But the fact that her mother was crying on the phone made Mingzheng feel more and more guilty day by day. She wanted to go home and miss her mother.

The 16-year-old girl didn't have a trace of city mansion. She told Lin Ziyu that she wanted to go home, and then the boy went crazy, locked her in a homestay, and guarded her every step of the way.

During the day, the two quarreled every day, getting louder and fiercer, but at night they cuddled together like little lonely beasts, each licking their wounds.

In this way, the clumsy and young two people were covered with bruises and looked at each other with disgust, which consumed all their youthful feelings.

Mingzheng still remembers that she was willful and domineering at that time, and the most she said was that she hated him and would never be with him again. After eloping like this for less than a month, Ms. Ruan Jing came to find her, and she followed her mother without looking back. I went to Ireland, and when I left, I didn't even look back at the boy.

It's been eight years since I left. How sweet that youthful relationship was at first, it hurts later.After leaving, Mingzheng thought that she could forget about such a crazy and terrifying boy, and when she dreamed back at midnight, she would always wake up from the nightmare and start crying softly.

She wanted to start a new life, but the silent and lonely young Lin Ziyu seemed to have taken root in her heart, standing deep in her heart, looking at her desperately and madly.

After being in such a daze for eight years, she felt that she might be going crazy.

"I won't lock you up anymore, don't hate me." Lin Ziyu's pale and handsome face flashed a trace of injury, he took a step back, his figure was hidden in the shadow of the night, lonely like a homeless child.

Lin Ziyu stretched out his hand, wanting to take her home, but Mingzheng dodged subconsciously, and the two looked at each other without saying a word, so close, yet so far away, cautiously, with the dull pain of old wounds.

Mingzheng's face was pale, and she said hoarsely: "I don't know why you want to marry me, why you keep a distance from me after marriage, if you are not sure, we can divorce."

Lin Ziyu's complexion suddenly changed, and he was suffocated for breathing. He grabbed her arm suddenly and said in a low voice, "Don't say those two words, Ming Zheng, never say it."

Mingzheng's heart was slightly cold, and he laughed at himself: "I feel that I can't touch you, enter your world, and understand you. You are always so calm, so perfect, and so out of reach. Maybe you want to What you want is not a partner, what you want is someone who is by your side and makes you less lonely, and that person can be anyone."

Lin Ziyu's complexion became more and more gloomy, and his deep-lined facial features became more and more cold and hard, perfect like a sculpture. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and said hoarsely and dryly: "Ming Zheng, you don't know anything, you don't understand anything."

"If you tell me, I will know everything." Mingzheng looked at him eagerly.

The man was silent and said nothing.

The light in Mingzheng's eyes gradually disappeared, and finally shook off his hand, and went back to the hotel alone, to Jiang Ai's residence.

Jiang Ai has been living in the suite that Xia Ye booked before, but she sleeps in the second bedroom.

"Sister Mingzheng, why do you look so ugly? Why did you bring your pajamas here?" Jiang Ai opened the door, startled, "Did you quarrel with Professor Lin?"

Mingzheng nodded, took some clothes and daily necessities casually, and said, "Separated, if he comes, don't open the door."

Jiang Ai's eyes widened. How could someone as good-tempered as Professor Lin quarrel with Sister Mingzheng?

After Mingzheng moved to Jiang Ai's residence, he and Lin Ziyu officially entered the cold war period.

(End of this chapter)