exclusive marriage

Chapter 262
When a sentence fell, she burst into tears inadvertently. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything.

Because he is a man, he can't cry when he feels distressed, but she can, she thought, so let's cry for him again.

After a while, Ye Zaixi raised his head, his eyes were dull: "You go, I don't want you to see me now."

"In the evening."

With tears in her eyes, she turned around, not because of his ruthless indifference, but because of the sparkle in his eyes when he lowered his eyes.

He cried, so she didn't need to replace him, step by step, she walked very slowly, tears streaming down.

It was already midnight, the wind in the sky was strong, a dim light shone into the half-open bridge, the man fell to the ground, for a long time, without moving, his eyes were cold from the rain of the night.

Suddenly, the rain started to fall, the patter gradually increased, and it fell coldly, Ye Zaixi shrank slightly.

Then, a red umbrella caught off guard and blocked the view.

In my memory, there is only one favorite red woman, with a red umbrella, red high heels, and a red windbreaker.He looked up and looked at the red windbreaker: "Didn't I let you go?"

She smiled wryly, sat beside him, and sighed, "It's raining."

"Why are you as cheap as me." He cursed, his eyes clouded.

"Same as you, I can't help but watch you go crazy."

Ye Zaixi smiled, desolate, but kept smiling, his rain-stained eyes were cold, and he didn't speak.

They are really two similar crazy people.

"Stop laughing." She stretched out her hand and pulled Ye Zaixi's face, "It's so ugly."

Ye Zaixi laughed loudly: "Hahaha——"

He laughed so crazy that she shed tears when she saw it.

"I never begged you." Reaching out her hand, covering his face and brushing it gently, she bit her lip and did not cry out, her voice was extremely dry, "Zaixi, this time, I beg you."

Ye Zaixi stopped smiling, her wet hair stuck to her forehead, she was in a mess, her handsome eyes were dazzled with eye makeup, messy and messy.

In the past, she always laughed that he loved beauty, but now, she hoped that he loved beauty.

She brushed his face: "let go, let go of Jiang Xiachu, don't worry about her, don't go to see her, don't think about her, even if it's not me, someone else can replace you, I beg you, put you Can I make room for the position reserved for Jiang Xiachu in my heart, no matter who will occupy it in the future, as long as it is not Jiang Xiachu."

She reached out to wipe the indigo that had melted away under his eyes, over and over again, her hands and his eyes were red, but she couldn't wipe it off.

Ye Zaixi suddenly raised her eyes, the messy and broken eyes were like a little light refracted before the glass shattered.

"Qingyan." Grabbing the hand she was wiping carelessly, he called her name hoarsely.

She just cried without making a sound, shaking all over.

Ye Zaixi stretched out her hand and wiped Lin Qingyan's eyes, her hot tears touched her icy hands.

He said: "In this world, there are always some people and some things that we can't control. You have something, and I have it too." The hoarse voice was so calm that he said, "For example, you are for me, and I am for Jiang Xiachu. Can't control it."

Lin Qingyan shook her head violently, tears wet his freshly wiped eyelids again: "No, no, I will let go, I will learn not to love you, one day I will forget you, two years, Three years, five years, or ten years, it's all right." She half-kneeled in front of him, raised her head and begged, "Zaixi, can you forget too?"

Ye Zaixi shook her head, smiled wryly, and said nothing, the last light in her eyes was fading.

Her eyes were slowly scorching hot, smearing many bleak shadows of that person, each of them was like a knife piercing her heart.

"Zaixi, I beg you, don't love her, don't love her." She reached out and grabbed the clothes on Ye Zaixi's heart, crying in a mess, slurring her words, but kept saying, "Make room here, no matter who Okay, don't let Jiang Xiachu take over, okay?"

He pulled his lips mockingly, held her hand in his palm, and leaned over his heart: "If this place is vacated, there will be nothing left." Under the eyelashes, there was a crystal drop, not rain.

Lin Qingyan fell heavily to the ground, and finally couldn't help crying loudly.

"Then what are you going to do? What are you going to do."

"My Zaixi, what are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do?"

"..."

One scream after another, nothing beats this.

In this life, Lin Qingyan has only cried so much for such a man.

In this life, there was only one woman who cried so much for Ye Zaixi.

It's just a pity that they are not each other's who.

That night, it rained heavily and was windy. On the Lianxing Bridge, the woman's cries filled the night's wind and rain, and lasted for a long time.

In the same night, with the same coldness, under the Sun Yat-Sen Tower, there was still the same noisy rain falling. A large black umbrella was tilted upwards in a pouring arc, and a pair of extra-big eyes were embedded in a small, pretty face under the umbrella. Looking at the bridge that day, it was so dark that I couldn't see the outline clearly.

"What are you looking at?" Under the umbrella, Zuo Cheng's cool eyes were condensed under the rain-drenched lashes, dark and dark as far as the eye could see.

She raised her head, her eyes were a little wet, covered with rain and mist: "It's raining heavily, and they haven't come down yet."

"Are you worried about them?"

Suddenly a cold wind passed by, she shivered unconsciously, turned around, saw Zuo Cheng's eyes, very cold, but she nodded without turning away.

"Just people who don't matter."

The tone was strong, domineering without any explanation, and after she finished speaking, she was tightly hugged into her arms. It seemed that last time she hugged the poodle raised by Zuo Cheng, Zuo Cheng also had the same attitude. She thought a little funny about the man and poodle on the rooftop What is the similarity.

In fact, she knows it. It seems that Zuo Cheng dislikes her having anything to do with the men and women on the bridge. She is just curious why Zuo Cheng is like this, and even more curious why she is like this. There is nothing to do with it, but she wants to pull out a little bit of it. up.

Ruoyou sighed softly, and she obediently held Zuo Cheng's hand: "Let's go back."

"Ah."

The corners of Zuo Cheng's lips curled up, and he seemed to be in a better mood, but the gloom between his brows did not dissipate.

Jiangnan, which is always drizzled, had a heavy rain at night. This was the first heavy rain since the beginning of spring. It was very aggressive, adding a bit of impermanence to this gentle water town.

Outside the window was thunderstorms and strong winds, the people in the room were tossing and turning sleeplessly, a small lamp was lit in front of the bedside table, and a pair of delicate and clear female eyes looked out of the window.

She was thinking, with such heavy rain, those two people should have left the bridge long ago.

She was lost in thought, and suddenly put her face in her hands: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Zuo Cheng's voice was not sleepy, and he obviously hadn't slept.

(End of this chapter)