Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 142 You Are Not Wrong, It Is Me
He didn't stop, the blood was still bubbling, his brows were lowered, and his words were very cold, "From today onwards, if you say another word of loving me, then I will cut myself with a knife."

Hearing his words, she widened her beautiful eyes for a moment. She couldn't understand the words at all, and was shocked why he would say such crazy and indifferent words. She was heartbroken to the extreme, repeating and repeating, no different from death: "Why? Why are you so cruel to me, Lu Jingyan? I just love you. What did I do wrong? Did I do something wrong? Is it wrong to love someone? Wrong, then you can kill me..."

"You are not wrong, I am the one who is wrong."

Mixed with the boundless night, there was the sound of the wind in her ears, which made her eardrums hurt, and his voice also came like winter in this late autumn season, colder than Hanchuan, "I am five years older than you , I am your elder brother, you are my younger sister, since you were six years old, you have lived in the Lu family, bouncing around behind me, one year, two years, three years... and this year's No .14 ​​years, year after year, I watched you grow from a little girl who complained of toothache after eating chocolate candy to a beautiful and bright girl now, but my brother is not competent enough, I have neglected to treat you Because of my teachings, you will have undue fantasies and feelings for me, because you like me, you will lose your direction in love, and you will become so extreme, but this kind of you is not real You, you should not be what you are now, you are a free butterfly, you should bloom your beauty in the flowers, instead of being imprisoned in this dark cage, I hope you will always fly towards the sun without restraint. After all , All of this is my fault, I was wrong, I committed such an unforgivable crime, so I must be punished."

His determination made Song Xiaopurin's heart ache.

He said she was not wrong, but he condemned her love as his crime.

He didn't leave a way back for himself, and he didn't give her a way back. There were thorny cliffs ahead and back, and he could only jump down.

All he wants is to lose both sides.

She shook her head vigorously, letting the tears blur her vision wantonly, leaving only a gray area in front of her eyes, but his outline in the water light became more and more clear, so clear that she could never forget, she was too helpless, too hesitant, like being trapped The kitten abandoned by the owner on the side of the road, longing to go home again: "Lu Jingyan, but you are my heart's desire. If I'm not toward you, who can I be toward..."

There are wolves on the shore and sharks on the bottom of the sea. She is alone and helpless in the boat.

She begged him to save her.

At least, don't put out the torch of her hope.

But Lu Jingyan didn't hear it, and only increased the strength in his hands, holding the broken glass even harder. The blood oozing out continuously had already smeared the lining, dripping on the ground, like red snow, mottled Under the moonlight, it is particularly shocking.

While he was hurting himself, he was also hurting her deeply.

He was just forcing her to give up this wrong feeling in such a cruel and decisive way.

In the end, Song Xiaolin finally collapsed, completely collapsed, she couldn't bear such torture anymore, she cried hoarsely and said: "Lu Jingyan, I don't love you anymore, I don't want to love you anymore , is this okay? Can you let go? I don't love you anymore..."

She squatted on the ground slowly, hugging her head helplessly, sobbing softly, she had been crying until she was silent, her throat was so dry and hoarse that it hurt.

His shoulders trembled, extremely fragile.

Like an extremely gorgeous flag being destroyed in the wind, its proper color has faded, leaving only whitish.

Lu Jingyan let go of his hand suddenly, and the broken glass fell to the ground. After turning around, it stopped, and it stopped at a distance of less than half a meter from her. It was stained with his blood and her blood, as if Intertwined into a poignant oil painting.

Song Xiaolin stared at the blood-stained broken glass in a daze for a long, long time, she gradually stopped crying, the tears were dried by the wind, hanging in the corner of her eyes, but she didn't feel uncomfortable.

She squatted, he stood, and neither of them spoke.

Later, she got up slowly, without looking at him again, passed by him in a daze, and entered the room.

But he still stood in the night for a long time.

After a while, Aunt Wu chased after her: "Eldest young master, what's wrong with Xiao Song..." She saw sharply that his hands were covered in blood, she was terrified, "Eldest...Eldest young master, your hand... "

"It's nothing." Lu Jingyan's expression was very pale, and his lips were even paler, "Sister-in-law Wu, take some medicine and help the child clean up the wound on the child's hand. She is injured."

"But young master, your hand also..."

"Go."

"……Yes."

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A flower that blooms to the utmost splendor,
It's good to see the flowers bloom, so why care about who gets the flowers.

But why... this flower must fall into the hands of that person.

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But a month and a half.

Everyone in Beicheng knows that Su Lingling, the proprietress of Yulong Pavilion, is a charming woman. She shuttles among all kinds of men all day long, and she is the most seductive fairy with endless lazy and charming gestures.

Over time, she became known as "the wildest rose in North City".

It is a blood-stained rose that blooms on thorns.

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That day, Lu Zhengquan and An Cheng came back.

In the evening, hearing a faint noise downstairs, Song Xiaolin woke up from her sleep, feeling a little thirsty, took the cup and saw that the water had already bottomed out, she got out of bed, and planned to go downstairs to make a cup of hot tea Wake up.

In the stairwell, I suddenly saw a few figures in the living room.

Uncle Lu and Aunt An were sitting on the sofa, while Lu Jingyan was standing, and beside him was a woman who was much shorter than him.

The woman had golden wavy hair and was wearing a red velvet dress. Just a back view was enough to make a city fall.

Coincidentally, the woman turned her face inadvertently, and the delicate cherry-like side face was reflected in her pupils brightly.

Su Lingling!
It's Su Lingling!

Song Xiaolin felt his heart stop for a moment, he held on to the handrail tightly and froze in place.

Uncle Lu and Aunt An rushed back overnight, and now Su Lingling appeared at Lu's house, standing beside Lu Jingyan, the situation was as if a bow and arrow were about to explode.

Even if she didn't want to think about this scene, she still had to think about it.

At this time, An Cheng's angry voice came from my ear: "Ayan, are you crazy? It's been a few years, and you still haven't let go of the original relationship? There are thousands of women in the world , why are you so obsessed with this woman? Besides, I have heard about this woman, she goes to such shady places every day, she is not a good thing... In short, I don't agree with you being with her. "

Compared with An Cheng's anger, Lu Jingyan's expression was extraordinarily calm, even a little cold, and his deep voice had almost no ups and downs, "Mom, don't meddle in my feelings anymore. I'm 25 years old this year. It’s time to start a family.”

"A Yan, if you want to start a family, you don't want to start a family with this woman!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)