Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 457 The so-called sincerity (1)
"I like this type." Song Qiyan looked at her with a serious expression and said, "I only like this type of one woman."

"Papa, now you can show someone what's hidden in your trousers!"

At this critical moment, an extremely discordant voice appeared.

Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan looked at each other speechlessly, and a flock of crows flew past their heads in desperation.

On New Year's Eve, as soon as the night fell, clusters of bright fireworks bloomed in the black sky.

Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan took XX to Nandu Garden first. Now, Qiao Nan has moved in with Su Ningxue. After visiting them, the family of three returned to Song's house for a reunion dinner.

Song Zhai is located on the hillside, because it is located in the countryside, the mountains and forests are open, the splendid fireworks are even more attractive, one by one, blooming in the mid-air, in various poses and with different expressions, colorful.

When he drove the car to the gate, Song Qiyan received a call. Song Zhiren went out to see an old friend and came back. The car ran out of gas at the foot of the mountain. During Chinese New Year, there was only one driver at home, so Song Qiyan had to go down to pick it up.

"You go in first, I'll go down." Song Qiyan kissed her on the cheek and got into the car again.

So-and-so whimpered and didn't want to get out of the car and walk, so he followed Song Qiyan to the foot of the mountain to pick up someone, with a small calculation in mind, later Papa would drive the car to the door of the house instead of the gate!

Jin Ziqi watched the car drive away before turning around and walking home. Now that she is pregnant, she takes extra care with every step she takes. The sky is not completely dark, and there are street lights, so she can see the road under her feet clearly.

When she was about to reach the gate, an elegant black car passed by. The familiar model made her breathless, and it was only three steps away from her.It's not the first time she saw it stop here, it's already the fifth time...

Jin Ziqi stopped in place for a few seconds, then walked over without looking sideways, and after walking a few steps, she turned her head, the car was still parked quietly under the light yellow street lights.

She walked to the iron gate and rang the bell, but the security inside seemed to be absent.

The winter night was a bit cold, her hands were freezing cold, she looked sideways slightly, the car was still there, no one got off, and the car didn't start, as if it was still there.

The iron door had not been opened for a long time, and a wave of anxiety welled up in her heart. Jin Ziqi stared at the bronze-colored iron door, but Qiao Xinhui's words suddenly sounded in her ears. She glanced at the car again, it was like a threatening The black dot was stuck on her chest, she hesitated for a while, but still walked over.

She stood by the driver's door, took a deep breath, raised her hand, and tapped on the window.

The people inside seemed to have been awakened suddenly, the glass window fell down quickly, and a strong smell of alcohol came to the nostrils: "Have you been drinking?" She looked at him in astonishment, and drank a lot.

Qin Yuan didn't speak, nor showed any expression, his eyes were dry and bloodshot, and his face was as pale as a vampire.

"Sit in the passenger seat, and I'll ask the security at home to take you back."

Qin Yuan blinked his eyes very slowly like a robot, then slowly raised his hand, grabbed her hand resting on the car window, and clasped it tightly: "Don't go."

Jin Ziqi wanted to go back and call for security, but she didn't want to be pulled away without paying attention. The icy cold palm covered her wrist, and her heart skipped a beat. It was not the temperature of a normal person.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Her tone was very light, but she was still a little uneasy.

Qin Yuan just looked at her, "It turns out that everything is fake... Encounter, care, tacit understanding, everything is fake, there is no future, no responsibility and obligation, I... Xiao Qi... come back to me, okay?" Okay? I know I was wrong...I only...loved you once."

"Qin Yuan, you're drunk." Jin Ziqi lowered his eyelashes, his tone without any emotional ups and downs.

Silence, all that haunted them was silence.

Jin Ziqi raised his eyes and saw the pain and helplessness on his face.

The pleading and despair in his eyes was something she had never seen before. He held her hand tightly, as if in the rushing river, she was the door he was holding on to. If she let go of him, he would will drown.

It’s just that there’s been a ten-year gap, everything has changed, and we can’t go back to the past.

Jin Ziqi saw that his voice was weak, and he took half a step closer by the street light, only to find that his other hand was pressing against his stomach, and several medicine boxes were randomly scattered on the driver's seat.

"You have a stomach attack? I'll send you to the hospital!"

But he refused to let go of her hand. Seeing the concern she still had for him, a dazzling brilliance flashed in her dark eyes, "Xiao Qi, let's start over, shall we? We are together, always together?"

"You're sick." Jin Ziqi didn't look into his hopeful eyes, but just stated a fact.

"Xiaoqi..." He wanted to say something else, "cough—" but was interrupted by a cough overflowing from his throat, and then, a mouthful of bright red blood sprayed on the back of Jin Ziqi's hand.

Jin Ziqi looked at the shocking blood on the back of his hand under the dark light, the warm red liquid trickled down her tiger's mouth, dripped onto his white shirt, and melted quickly.

"I'll call an ambulance for you..." As she said that, she flinched and wanted to withdraw her hand.

But he held her hand even harder, letting the sticky blood blur the place where they touched.

"Why didn't you reply to my text message?" Qin Yuan's hoarse and weak voice lingered in her ears.

"What message?" The street lights by the gate reflected her expression as indifferent as a distant mountain.

Qin Yuan looked at her deeply, "Didn't you receive it?" He murmured with downcast eyes, and then laughed dumbly, "It doesn't matter if you didn't receive it... You came here anyway... This is enough...cough cough..."

He coughed heavily again, and a bloody smell came out of his throat. Qin Yuan resisted spitting it out, his vision flickered in the dark, and he was reluctant to look away from the shadow in the light halo.

"Xiaoqi... I... only my body is left, and it seems that I can't hold it anymore. Will you stay by my side? There is no Fang Qingyun, no Qiyan, just you and me... we..."

His lips were trembling, and his handsome eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if he was enduring the pain in his heart.

There were little bloodstains on his pale thin lips, and the hand holding her wrist was trembling uncontrollably.

Jin Ziqi's knuckles curled up stiffly, and he felt suffocated and uncomfortable, as if he couldn't bear this sudden surprise, if his confession was a surprise to her.

From the beginning of their relationship, he has been extremely cautious and caring in every possible way. Even if he does not have a superior family background, he is not willing to let her suffer a little bit of grievance. When they broke up, she was decisive and firm. He dragged his feet, and without saying a word, he silently cut off the thread of love.

(End of this chapter)