Kiss You, Sweetheart

Her beautiful face, are indifferent, no mood.

But oneself, but always by her a word, even is a word, groundless stir up anger. He completely changed his temper in front of her.

Demi blinked a few times and moved her eyes slightly to avoid song Zhixin's domineering and heartbroken eyes.

The wrist is under his shackles. It really hurts. She is not unable to earn him, but

There was a few minutes of silence in the room. They were so deadlocked that their thoughts were different. Song Zhixin's faint fragrance was sucked into her heart wave by wave. Demi's heart was beating fast all the time.

Later, song Zhixin's mood was under control. He finally released Demi's wrist and lowered his eyes to catch a glimpse of the red circle on her wrist.

He slipped his throat and said, "I've inquired about your father's illness. You're going to the hospital where you're going to have an operation. You can't completely treat his illness. The operation can only relieve it.

I have already arranged the most authoritative doctor for him in s city to treat him and completely cure his disease. "

"What did you say?" Demi looks surprised.

Instead of looking at her, song Zhixin said to himself, "go home and clean up for your father. The day after tomorrow, he will go to s city. If you want to take care of him, you may have to quit your job. After the operation, he has to rest in s city for half a year and needs to be taken care of. "

He spoke slowly, but with a certain determination, not to discuss with Demi, but to make sure he wanted to do so.

Demi, on the other hand, was shocked.

"Don't be moved." Song Zhixin gave her a faint look and paced to the window, "I'll help you for the last time After that, I have nothing to do with you. "

Song Zhixin said the last sentence very slowly, while Demi felt a pain in her heart.

I have nothing to do with this life

Demi's eyes were full of sour. She pressed her lips tightly to control her sour lacrimal glands.

"It's getting late. Take the house property certificate away." Song Zhixin turned his back to her and said, "discuss with your family. Several people will go to accompany your father for surgery. Tell me tomorrow that I will book the ticket for you."

Tears finally rolled out of Demi's eyes.

But she put her hand to her lips and did not allow herself to cry.

She hurt him so much that he helped her. It's more appreciated than helping her win the first place in the model competition.

Song Zhixin stands in front of the window with his hands in his pockets. He is just a figure behind him, so charming. But let people see him, send out that slight injury.

He looked up slightly, as if to himself: "just looking at For the sake of the past... "

For the sake of the past.

Demi's eyes are dim. What's their past? It's just that she cheated and used him, but he said so much

Sad feeling, tightly around Demi's heart, she wiped the tears on her face, slowly walked to song Zhixin behind.

She is 1.68 meters, wearing flat heels, and still looks so Petite before his height of 1.85 meters.

She hesitated for a while, and finally slowly extended her arm, slowly through song Zhixin's strong waist, gently in a circle.

Song Zhixin's expression, slightly changed, eyes slightly lower, looking at her light clasp on his belly white hands, chest slightly ups and downs.

With courage, Demi gently pasted her face on his back