Sweet love: the president's 18-year-old sweet wife

Chapter 145 Ke Yu, I Love You
"Master Chen..." Yuan Yikai looked at him helplessly, and before he could utter his words of persuasion, he threw the word "scroll".

Yuan Yikai sighed, in the past he wanted a love because of Huo Sichen and Qian Xia, now he is a little scared seeing Huo Sichen like this, love does not bring all happiness, there are also injuries that no one can redeem .

However, it was too late for him to retreat. The three words Fan Qinyu unknowingly eroded his heart, even though he always knew that the hope of being together was very slim, and even her heart was completely filled with other men. , but he still couldn't help wanting to get her.

Even at the moment when he heard that she was going to get married, his heart seemed to be hollowed out by no one. After hearing about Xiao Chujun's accident, he was actually grateful for it, as if seeing that he could be with Fan Qinyu again same hope.

He turned around and left, but he didn't go far. Looking at Huo Sichen like this, how dare he leave him here alone. He probably came to see him tomorrow morning and only half his life was left.

The doctor friend who called, waited for Huo Sichen to drink unconscious before taking him to the hotel to settle down. I've never seen him muttering a woman's name so obsessively, but what's the use, Yin Qianxia Will not hear again.

Looking at Huo Sichen's appearance, he inexplicably felt quite pitiful. He was born and died in the army, and he only reported good news to his family, and he was alone when he was injured.

He used to think that the existence of Yin Qianxia might be a kind of warmth to him, but now he realizes that it is just a rose with thorns.

After the banquet, Concubine Tang Qi took several other authors to the hotel, and Fang Jingyao drove away after sending Yin Qianxia's mother and son home.

Yin Qianxia put her sleeping son on the bed, twisted a towel to help him wipe his face.

In this quiet night, watching this childish face coincide with someone in memory.

A year has passed before she knew it, and the time she and Huo Sichen were together was less than a year. Looking back, it was so short, but in her more than 20 years of life, that short period of time was so vivid .

She could slowly forget the relationship with Zhang Yuhang for several years, but she didn't care about the indifference in getting along with Huo Sichen.

Maybe it's because of this child, no matter whether they are together or not, divorced or not, he is the father of the child, and no one can replace this identity.

She only told Concubine Tang Qi about her divorce, and Concubine Tang Qi also asked her if she wanted to find another father for the child. She said that she might do it in the future, but she has no such plan now.

In fact, she has no such plan now, and feels that it is good for her to take care of the child by herself. She puts her mind on the child, there are not so many contradictions and conflicts, and she does not need to bother to manage the love that has a short shelf life.

It's just that she doesn't know if the child will think so in the future, because she knows that the father is like a solid backing for the child. When she was young, as long as her father was by her side, she felt very safe. On the day her father left, she I really feel like the sky is falling.

But Kui Kui at least has her, maybe with her always by her side, Kui Kui won't feel any difference between herself and other children.

On the beach at night, the waves gently beat on the beach, and the off-road vehicle jumped over the beach, raising a layer of wind and sand.

The villa on the cliff was lit with lights, as if someone was waiting for him to go home, but when the door was opened, there was silence.

Putting down the things in his hands, he walked to the door of Ji Keyu's room, entered the password on the door, and walked in.

The light in her room was on, and now she was afraid of the dark, and the light would shine from night to day.

The first thing I saw was not her face, but the iron chains piled up on the ground, extending along the ground into the quilt.

Huo Zihua walked to the side of the bed, gently lifted the quilt from her feet, picked up her chained feet, looked at her swollen ankles, and then frowned.

Aunt Rong gave her medicine every day, but the effect was not obvious.

The wound seemed to be somewhat infected, and there were faint blood stains on the iron ring, which had dried up, but still seemed to exude a little bit of bloody smell.

During this period of time, she had been locked in the house, and she didn't know how she came here every day. It wasn't that she didn't want to take her out, but that she always wanted to escape from him, and he didn't dare to take her out.

Now that he has regretted it a little, he regrets not daring to imprison her here, hoping that she can still fall in love with him under such a situation, and now he realizes that such an idea is simply nonsense.

When a person's freedom is imprisoned, no amount of love will be in vain for her.

Now he has understood this point, but at this point he seems to have no way to turn back.

His life may not be long, and he selfishly wants her to accompany him through the final journey.

In fact, it is torture for both her and him. It is so sad that the woman she likes has not been able to fall in love with him until the end of her life.

His death was the greatest luck for her.

Seeing her sleeping, how she wished that she would always be so peaceful and peaceful in front of him.

At least she won't see the fear and hatred for him in her eyes.

The night is getting darker, and sitting on the balcony can still hear the sound of sea water beating the beach.

He took out a bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet, for his illness had made him scarcely dare to drink, and in that respect he had always controlled himself.

Now he wants to taste all the things that he has never tried before. Instead of carefully surviving, it is better to experience all the new things, so that even if he dies, he will not leave too many regrets.

The spicy wine eroded his brain bit by bit from his mouth. The wine was very strong, and his capacity for alcohol was not good. After drinking half a bottle, his thoughts became a little wandering.

The sea breeze is blowing coolly. It would be a happy thing to enjoy the beautiful scenery with the one you love, but now this place has become a prison for two people.

No matter how beautiful the picture is, it can't fill the void in my heart.

If you long for someone's love too much, you will slowly lose your mind.

"Keyu, I love you."

If I don't say this, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future.

(End of this chapter)