Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 129 It's Not an Illusion

Hearing this, Lu Jingyan turned his head and glanced at the ink color outside the car window, which looked like a fog that could not be melted away. His mood became worse and worse, and his eyes became completely gloomy. "What time is it now? Are you drunk and drunk So powerful, you dare to go outside alone?"

He didn't hide his bad mood at all.

But just when he was drunk, Song Xiaolin could no longer take into account his emotions, and even taunted him a little eccentrically, "So what if it's so late? Are you coming to pick me up? Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, Lu Sir, you are a busy person, how can you have time to pick me up, anyway, you are not going home, so why bother with me, it has nothing to do with you whether I live or die now..."

"Song Xiaolin!"

He was completely angry when he heard the word death.

Just because she touched his reverse scale.

So for the first time, he didn't call her a child, but yelled at her by name, but it wasn't really yelling, it just lacked the usual gentleness, with a cold and terrifying aura.

Even though she was drunk and emboldened, at this moment she could still distinguish the deterrent power between two words and three words. In the current vague memory, he never called her full name, and the moment of stupefaction was even more disturbed by him. The low-pitched anger made his heart beat wildly, he was frightened unpreparedly, and couldn't help but silence.

Hearing that there was suddenly no sound of her over there, only the endless sound of car horns and the sound of the bustling crowd, which was extraordinarily empty, he sighed helplessly, and rubbed the center of his brows a little irritably, perhaps secretly realizing that When I realized that my emotions were over-excited again, after a few seconds, when I spoke again, my voice subconsciously softened, as if coaxing an awkward child, "Child, stay where you are obediently, don't go anywhere, I'm going to pick you up now, do you understand?"

She didn't answer, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said softly, "Huh?"

It seemed as if a wisp of heat was curled up and sneaked into her ears, with endless tiredness.

It's so crunchy.

But Song Xiaolin, who was drunk, was obviously not so easy to coax. Instead, he was a little rebellious, as if he wanted to oppose him on purpose: "I don't have a home, where is my home? You said you would come to pick me up now." , but in the end, will you miss the appointment like Haicheng did? Anyway, I am not important in your heart at all. To you, I am just a dispensable existence. If you miss the appointment, you will miss the appointment. "Her voice mixed with the wind, mixed with a heavy breathing, "But Lu Jingyan, I am different from you, but I want to be like a fool waiting for you day by day with full of expectations, so, I I'll never be able to be as nonchalant as you are."

However, behind the confrontation was her fragile and hesitant heart, and all the grievances accumulated for several months, which could not be let go for a long time. At this moment, it seemed like a mountain torrent collapsed and came menacingly.

She has always been brooding about his missed appointment.

Because of drinking, her voice was softer than when she was sober, and it fell into his ears so gently, it was inexplicably pitiful and distressing.

Suddenly, there was an imperceptible look of pain between Lu Jingyan's brows, he hesitated to speak, "Child..."

"You don't need to pick me up, I won't wait for you anyway."

"beep--"

The next second, she hung up the phone quickly without giving him a chance to speak again.

But in the final analysis, she is also selfish.

Otherwise, why did she make this call?

She forced Lu Jingyan in such a decisive way, no doubt she just wanted to see him.

Time flies by in the air, and the bright neon lights embedded on the high-rise buildings emit colorful lights, like a huge cloth covering the night of the whole city, and the traffic lights are constantly changing and flashing, and the traffic is constantly flowing , the sound of car horns, conversations, and advertisements poured in, endlessly, the bus came and went alternately with all kinds of people, there were people waiting for the bus at the bus station, some people passed by in a hurry, some people got on the bus, and some people got off the bus, People coming and going, full of unfamiliar faces... The shadows of the trees swayed with the wind, occasionally rustling, but Song Xiaolin was still sitting on a chair by the station, as if he had been abandoned in the dark and was homeless. returning people.

I don't know how long I waited, it seemed as long as a century.

The peak period has passed, and the flow of people has gradually decreased.

She bowed her head and curled up in a corner.

It was windy again, and she pressed the hem of her skirt.

At this time, there was a faint sound of steady and approaching footsteps, and the next second, a pair of shiny black leather shoes suddenly appeared in the empty field of vision.

At the same time, her heart suddenly beat like a deer.

It was hard to calm Xu Xu's joyful mood.

someone you really love,

Whether you can see him or not,
As long as there is his breath, you know it is him.

Song Xiaolin slowly raised his head, then slammed into his deep eyebrows, both on guard and without warning.

Like the snow and ice that hide the North Pole.

Lu Jingyan's mandibles were sharp and angular, revealing his innate nobleness and coldness. It had been a long time since he had seen him, and it seemed that the sense of alienation emanating from his bones was extraordinarily indifferent. Under the not so gloomy light, he looked sideways The curvature of his face was smudged inexplicably soft. Compared with his thick and colorful eyebrows, the bright night scene behind him seemed overshadowed, not one ten thousandth as amazing as him. He was wearing an extremely ordinary white shirt, But it was unusual for him to wear it. He had a suit jacket on his wrist, and when he walked around, he stopped within half a meter of her.

He was tall, blocking all the light that originally shone on her, and then cast a shadow.

She is trapped in darkness with no escape.

At this moment, all the uproar was gone.

In her eyes, she could only pretend to be Lu Jingyan.

The moment he appeared, her heart was already in a mess.

After being dazed for a few seconds, Song Xiaolin slowly raised a bright smile at him, feeling a little foolish in vain. She reached out to touch the temperature in his hand, but stopped at a short distance away, not daring to touch it. Believe it was true, she was finally afraid, afraid that everything in front of her was just a dream, a scene imagined by her excessive thoughts day and night, and it would all disappear once she touched it, she was really fed up with this feeling of worrying about gains and losses .

Her slender fingers paused in the air, and just when she was about to withdraw, he caught his arm unexpectedly. The heat gradually radiating from the skin where the two touched suddenly disturbed her unclear thoughts.

She unconsciously bit her lower lip, breathed deeply, and lightly touched his knuckle fingers with her other hand. It was warm, with human body temperature, as if... not a hallucination?

Lu Jingyan looked at her cautious and apprehensive appearance, suddenly felt an indescribable depression in his chest, and felt extremely distressed for no reason.

Then, he gently covered her shoulders with the suit jacket that was originally on the wrist, and then a clear masculine breath wrapped around the tip of her nose, mixed with a very faint taste of books and ink, The sudden warmth made her heart feel hot, she couldn't move her face, and it was hard to resist the close distance.

(End of this chapter)