The wealthy wife: the black-bellied husband is so charming

Chapter 95 I'm Sorry, I Love You

In the middle of the night, Yi Han drove the car directly to the community without encountering any obstacles.After closing the car door, Ye Weiliang was probably really tired, waved at Yi Han, turned and went upstairs.

Open the heavy iron door.

The room is not big.

Everything is in order inside.

It seemed to be the same as when she left on the day of her wedding, but the people who belonged to this house died in circles.

Ye Weiliang sat on the sofa for a while.

Simply packed your luggage.

He took away the mother-daughter photo on the table.

left the neighborhood...

At the airport, book the fastest flight ticket.

..............................

The sun shines on Jun Qingcheng's body.

Warm and intoxicating.

The little bird outside the window was chirping non-stop.The man sleeping on the bed moved his fingers slightly, folded his arms... and suddenly woke up.

The bedside was empty.

Embrace, empty.

After a long time, Jun Qingcheng stood up, and he walked to the window, with his back leaning against the window, his tall and straight figure was framed with beautiful gold borders by the rising sun, and his deep black eyes were still staring at the bedside.

He held his own phone in his hand, his black eyes gradually became as dark as the night, his voice was low, but there was a strange indifference.

There is a text message from Ye Weiliang on it.

One simple sentence.

But it's heart-wrenching.

"Hey."

Called Lisa.

Jun Qingcheng forced herself to calm down with what little remaining reason she had left.

"President, what's the matter?" "Immediately check the plane leaving Los Angeles today, is there Ye Weiliang in it?"

"What?" Lisa seemed to have something to ask, but she didn't expect Jun Qingcheng's unusual indifference: "Lisa, you should know what to do and what not to do when working with me."

Just do not say.

This is the first iron rule for working with Jun Qingcheng.

Lisa shut up.

After hanging up the phone, Jun Qingcheng repeatedly rubbed the six words on the screen.The text message was sent at 03:30 in the morning, when he should have been asleep.

I love you and I'm sorry.

Nothing more than six words...

Now he finally understands where Ye Weiliang's unexpected enthusiasm came from last night.It was because from the very beginning, he had already made up his mind to leave.That's why I can give without any scruples.

So what was last night?
Make up or leave without regret?

The phone vibrated slightly, and Jun Qingcheng answered the phone: "Speak."

"I found out that there was indeed Ye Weiliang on the plane to Los Angeles. The plane took off at four o'clock this morning. It should have arrived in Los Angeles by now."

"I see."

"President, do you need me to cancel today's schedule?"

Lisa paused, but still asked the question.

There was a long silence on the phone.

"No need, business as usual."

There was a burning pain in Jun Qingcheng's throat. He tried to open his mouth, but he could only make a rustling sound, and his whole body was sore.

He raised one hand to rest on his forehead, as if trying to test the temperature of her forehead, but his hand was so cold that he couldn't believe it was his own.

Jun Qingcheng tried hard to turn his head——

But there was a layer of white mist in his eyes, vague and unreal, just like in a dream.But I still couldn't see it, everything in front of me was pitch black.

Dimly, I heard someone saying that his wound was inflamed.

And who is saying that if you don't treat it well, you will die...

He couldn't hear.

How happy is life?Why should we be afraid of death?
(End of this chapter)