Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1212 I broke my heart from crying.

Jin Tingxiao stood there stiffly, irritated in his heart, and shouted violently: "Go away!"

At this moment when his thoughts were turning gray, he didn't want anyone to approach him. He just wanted to shut himself in his own world, blend into the darkness, and live alone forever.

The oil-paper umbrella did not move away, and a faint sigh was heard faintly.

Jin Tingxiao's irritability had no place to vent his anger. In his rage, he threw his hand back suddenly, knocked off the oil-paper umbrella, and slapped the girl holding the umbrella on the hand.

When he turned around, he saw clearly the person standing in the rain protecting him from the rain.

The man froze for a moment.

It's Song Yang!
The girl was holding on to the oil-paper umbrella to protect him from the rain, but he knocked the umbrella off her hand, and she stood in the rain with her head bowed, her hair already half-wet, seeing him turn around, she only sighed lightly.

Without saying anything, he bent over to pick up the umbrella, but Jin Tingxiao had already picked it up before her, and turned to protect her from the rain.

Song Yang passed over his hand holding the umbrella, clearly trembling a bit, but the tall and straight man held on tightly, not wanting to reveal his collapse and helplessness in front of her.

"Yangyang, I didn't know it was you, I'm sorry." He saw that the back of Song Yang's hand had turned red, so he blamed himself very much, and asked her with red eyes: "Why are you back?"

Naturally, Jin Tingxiao didn't expect Song Yang to come back suddenly. Looking at her like this, she should have just arrived in Jiangling today, and suddenly felt puzzled. What is she doing when she comes back?

"Knowing that something happened to you, how could I not come?"

Song Yang still sighed softly, and took a handkerchief to wipe off the rain on his face. For such a sad and helpless Jin Tingxiao, she also felt distressed. Even if she didn't love him, the friendship of her childhood sweetheart was also here.

Before Song Chen told her about Jin Tingxiao's accident, she rushed back from Germany without thinking about it. On the way, she learned that Jin Tingxiao had faked his death, and she was happy to follow the ship back to Jiangling.

But as soon as she came back, she learned about Fu Yuejun's disappearance again. Why didn't she worry about it?
"Yangyang, tell me, what should I do?"

Jin Tingxiao grabbed her wrist helplessly, as if grabbing a life-saving straw in a desperate situation, and asked her anxiously and anxiously: "Sang Ling said she had no choice, but how can I do it? Is this just sitting there waiting to die?"

He is such an upright person, the tears that he had just suffocated, slipped out again when Song Yang arrived, and cried like a three-year-old child in front of her.

Seeing him like this, Song Yang's heart was about to be crushed, and he comforted him softly: "Second brother, it's okay, Ninth Miss will be fine, I couldn't beat you in Fusang, and I will get better now .”

"But where can I find her?"

Jin Tingxiao cried even harder, with a hoarse voice: "I would rather be the one who disappeared today. She is my heart and soul. It was hard to see her eyes. How can I be willing to let her have an accident?"

Everyone told him it was fine, but how could he sit still and wait for death?

Now he felt that someone had already cut her from him alive, and the heart-piercing suffocation made him unable to breathe.

The pain came up little by little, and it became a sky full of pain.

Song Yang suddenly didn't know what to say. Now Jin Tingxiao was on the verge of collapse. No matter how she tried to persuade him, her words were too pale.

"My Ah Jiu..."

When he was crying, the man threw away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, squatted on the ground, and broke his heart.

(End of this chapter)