The night is glazed with warm light

Chapter 376 Extra Story 2: Leng Zhuxuan Su Bianliang (4)

It was only then that Leng Zhuxuan came out of her distressed feelings for him: "Then shall we book a ticket for tomorrow?"

Su Biliang: "Don't you take another day off?"

Leng Zhuxuan shook her head: "It's okay, the fever has subsided, and the nose is not blocked."

Su Bianliang: "Okay."

At night, Leng Zhuxuan huddled in Su Bianliang's arms, sleeping deeply...

On the return flight, Leng Zhuxuan was sitting by the window, looking at the soft white clouds outside and smiling.

She was going to take Su Biliang home.

After three years of waiting, this day finally arrived.

Facing her side face softened by the sun, Su Bianliang's heart moved: "Xiaoxuan."

The voice calling her in the ear suddenly became very gentle, Leng Zhuxuan froze for a moment, turned around, and before she could see clearly, there was a warm and cool touch on her lips.

Leng Zhuxuan blinked, her heart was beating fast, there are so many people on the plane...

I raised my eyes to look at him, and unexpectedly found that he was smiling, such a shallow and gentle smile, there must be a fragrance in my heart.

……

The place where Leng Zhuxuan lives is near the water, called Zizhu Garden. Walking out of the community, you can see a small river with clear water and a small wooden bridge. Willows are lined up on both sides. As we walked through, everything seemed quiet.

Leng Zhuxuan came over from behind, wrapped a gray scarf around his neck, and held his hand: "It's cold these days, I wonder if there will be snow."

Su Bianliang nodded and led her away.

"I'm going to the studio tomorrow." Leng Zhuxuan said apologetically, "I need to pick up an order."

"Well. I'll go check out the properties."

The two-bedroom apartment Leng Zhuxuan lives in is not narrow, but not very wide either.Another bedroom has been converted by her into a workspace.There is a large table in the middle, surrounded by cabinets and mannequins, cloth and thread balls everywhere, and countless design drafts.

Seeing this workshop, Su Biliang could finally picture her life clearly in her mind.

In the middle of the night when no one was around, she was in this room, drawing pictures and cutting cloth silently with the desk lamp on.

When Su Bianliang came out of the bathroom, Leng Zhuxuan was reading the manuscript on the tablet, and she raised her head as soon as the door opened.

I have to say that Su Bianliang, who had cut his hair short, was really much colder and stiffer.Even though his body was covered with hot water vapor, he still looked cold and serious.

"Are you still dizzy?" He came over.

Leng Zhuxuan raised her head and reached out to hug his waist: "Is the house a little small?"

Su Bianliang had no expression on his face, and touched the top of her head: "It's pretty good."

"Otherwise, let's go to the house one day? We can buy it after seeing what we want to change or add." Leng Zhuxuan suggested.

Su Biliang shook his head: "It's enough."

All the daily necessities he needs in the house are ready, and the meticulousness and thoughtfulness make him flustered, and he doesn't know what to return.

Leng Zhuxuan hugged him and said nothing, she had been waiting for this day for too long, and when it really arrived, she was worried that she was not prepared enough.

I'm afraid that if I can't do something well, I won't be able to retain this kind of dream life.

Before going to bed, Leng Zhuxuan suddenly remembered something, she turned on the desk lamp again, and lifted half of the quilt.

Su Bianliang covered his eyes with the back of his hand at the moment when the light was on, put it down after getting used to it, and sat up: "Is there something uncomfortable?"

He worried about her relapse.

Leng Zhuxuan shook her head: "I want to take a look."

What are you looking at?Su Bianliang was even more puzzled.

Leng Zhuxuan bites, sits next to him, and stretches out her hand to lift the hem of his clothes.

Su Bianliang suddenly understood and stopped her hand.

Leng Zhuxuan looked at him stubbornly: "I'll just take a look."

Su Biliang: "It's ready."

She doesn't speak.

The two remained in a stalemate for a while.

Su Bianliang finally compromised, sighed, and let go.

Leng Zhuxuan glanced at him, and pushed up the hem of the right side of her clothes a little, where the scars she left were standing there, contrasted by the surrounding cold white skin.

Leng Zhuxuan stared at the wound and bit her lower lip.

It was her who hurt him. He did nothing wrong but was hurt by himself.

From the beginning to the end, he only cared about his revenge, and from the beginning to the end, he was the one who paid for her.

"It's okay, don't look at it." Su Biliang pulled back the hem of his clothes to block it.

Leng Zhuxuan hugged him: "I'm sorry, I was crazy at the time, I'm really sorry."

"Don't be silly, it's over, I never blamed you." Su Bianliang pulled her into his arms.

Hearing her cry was also uncomfortable: "Don't cry, we've all come over."

"Everything will be fine from now on." Leng Zhuxuan murmured in his arms: "You must not leave."

Su Biliang pulled back the quilt: "Well, don't go."

Comb her hair with your fingers until the person in your arms gradually falls asleep.

Su Bianliang kissed her hair, put her back on the pillow, and turned off the desk lamp.

In Sioux City in February, it was cold outside the window but warm inside.

The next morning, Su Biliang watched her by the bed for a long time before patting her lightly: "Xiaoxuan."

His voice was cool, but it could be heard that he had deliberately slowed down his tone.

Leng Zhuxuan moved a bit, half-opened her eyes, "Yes."

Well, close it again.

Su Bianliang had no choice but to get closer: "Didn't you mean to go to the studio?"

Leng Zhuxuan nodded lightly, her voice was vague: "Go."

"Get up, I'll make breakfast." He shook her.

Leng Zhuxuan frowned, stretched out her hand to hook his neck: "It's cold outside."

"It won't be too cold to drive." Su Biliang simply hugged him up and sat down. "Be obedient, make up and eat."

In fact, Leng Zhuxuan was already more than half awake, but when she found that Su Bianliang could be forced to speak a lot at this time, she wanted to make a fuss for a while longer.

or……

She put her arms around his shoulders and brought herself close to his arms, without speaking, she raised her head and kissed him on the face.

Su Bianliang's body was burned by these continuous actions, and her expression became unnatural. She gritted her teeth and hugged her tightly, forcing her to stand up, and pushed her into the bathroom: "Wash well."

After speaking, she let go and went to the kitchen, leaving Leng Zhuxuan stunned in place.

After taking a shower, I still feel very depressed. From the time we met to now, there is only clear soup and little water.

Could it be that I really... have no attraction at all?

Leng Zhuxuan wiped her face and sighed.

It was very frustrating, so frustrating that I couldn't help but lose.

Digging the steamed egg made by Su Bianliang and stuffing it into his mouth, the steamed egg is tender and smooth, even after three years in prison, he can still make such an exquisite breakfast.

"Su Biliang, I..." Leng Zhuxuan opened her mouth.

"Huh?" Su Biliang raised his eyelids to look at her.

"It's nothing, just do we want to buy vegetables and cook together at night?"

When the words came to her lips, Leng Zhuxuan changed it to this sentence, she actually wanted to tell him that she never let Yu Qingfei into her room.

But Su Bianliang is not such a person, if he really explained such a sentence, it would make him think that he has some bad views on him.

From the day he expressed his heart to her, it was already clear that he didn't care about these things.

Leng Zhuxuan lowered her head even lower, because she was thinking wildly.

(End of this chapter)