Chapter 111

After her freshman year, she would deliberately avoid this place every time.

That place is like her scar. Once it's near, it will tear a hole and hurt hard.

"Let's go somewhere else." Ji Qianchen holds Ling Xiaohan's hand and refuses to let him move half a minute.

Ling Xiaohan hooks her waist, hugs her and walks forward. "If I owed you four years ago, I still owe you today, here."

Thick camphor tree, even in autumn, leaves are still as thick.

Ji Qianchen stands under the tree, his mind is in a mess.

Four years later, from the moment she saw him again, she wanted to question him, but she had no courage to speak.

Now is the best time.

"Ling Xiaohan, four years ago, did you send that message?" Ji Qianchen bit his lip and used a lot of courage to say it.

I came, three words let her support the whole night under this tree.

A rainy night.

Staring at his charming eyes, his heart beat wildly.

She is looking forward to his answer.

Ling Xiao's eyes are dim and cold, his lips are tight and his brows are deep. He seems to have met the most difficult question in the world.

"If you can't tell me the answer, don't tell me what you owe me." Ji Qianchen suddenly became a hedgehog covered with thorns.

She was pressing him to answer. He was forced to give her the truth of four years ago.

"I did it." Lingxiao muttered with his head down.

There is a street lamp beside the tree, shining on Ling Xiao's cold knife like face, making mottled shadows on the ground.

His whole body was shrouded in the air of desolation.

Ji Qianchen then asked, "so why didn't you come back? If you don't send me a text message, you refuse me, or you don't respond to the confession I prepared for you directly, I won't have any complaints, but you give me hope, then you let me down, and even let me despair. Even if you have something to delay, why did it disappear the next day? Once it disappeared, it would be How many years did you hear from Yuncheng until the last two years? "

Ji Qianchen's words were aggressive, and the questions came one after another. Lingxiao was in a panic for a while.

The quiet night sky, the stars.

The surrounding atmosphere is getting colder.

It seems to have been a century.

I didn't wait for an answer from lingxiaohan.

Silence is not want to answer, is not willing to answer.

Ji Qianchen smiled bitterly and nodded: "it doesn't matter. After all, not all the truth should be known. Let's go back. It's cold at night."

Rubbing his arm, Ji Qianchen went forward alone.

Ling Xiao Leng in situ, looking at her back, a fist of resentment hit the camphor tree.

Bang --

the camphor tree shakes a little, and some leaves fall from the branches.

His fists hit the trunk heavily and his skin was cut by the thick bark.

Get back in the car.

Ji Qianchen is like a quiet kitten, nestling in the back of the car.

It took Lingxiao a long time to get on the bus.

Rob felt that there was a chill in the whole carriage.

When they get off, they are going to tell you that I love you.

How come back to become a vengeance.

It's getting really fast.

Neither of them spoke, nor did rob.

I had to start my car in silence and go back to yunjingwan.

Along the way, they were silent.

Arrive at Lingjia villa.

Ji Qianchen jumped out of the car first and quickly got into the villa.

Ling Xiaohan sat in the back of the car, didn't get up, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter.

Young master seldom smokes. When he is upset, he will take one or two cigarettes.

White smoke filled the car.

Rob thought for a while, or couldn't help opening his mouth. "What's the matter with you and your wife, young master?"

"Rob, how many years have you been with me?" Ling Xiaohan raised the cigarette in his hand and took a deep breath.

"Nearly four years, but it should be less than four years. At least when you know young lady, I am not your assistant. " Rob's meaningful answer.

Turning his head, he glanced at the deep young master and saw the blue and purple bloodstains on his back. He was surprised and said, "young master, why is your hand hurt?"

"It's OK. Do you say that if you love someone, you should only share the happy things with her?"

"That's for sure, especially for our men, what we have to do is to make our women happy and solve the problems ourselves without sharing them with the loved ones." Rob is right.

Ling Xiaohan nodded and agreed with him: "well, so, my decision is right."In an instant, he seemed to come to his senses.

Push open the door, throw the cigarette end on the ground and stamp it out with your feet.

The tall figure came into the villa in a layer of ice.

Go straight up to the bedroom.

There was a clatter in the bathroom.

The little woman is taking a bath.

He leaned against the bathroom door, waiting for her to finish.

After more than ten minutes, the bathroom door suddenly opened.

Ji Qianchen was wearing a black silk nightdress. His hot face was dyed red, which was very beautiful.

Her skin is very white, her blood vessels are very thin, and there are no dry drops of water on her body that slide down the skin all the way.

Looking at her sweet face.

Ling Xiao's throat was cold.

The two eyes met for a few seconds, Ji quickly dodged, "go to the bathroom, it's late."

"No hurry."

"Then I'll go to bed first." Ji Qianchen bypasses him and prepares to climb the bed to sleep.

Ling Xiaohan pulls her wrist with one hand, and presses her hard against the cold wall.

"Ling Xiaohan, what are you doing?" Ji Qianchen shivered and tried to push him away.

The tall and strong body is like a big mountain which presses her to death on the wall.

Next second, Ling Xiaohan bit her bright red lips.

"Well..."

Ji Qianchen's hands were nipped over his head and stuck on the wall.

He was allowed to move on her lips.

Ling Xiao kissed carefully, as if afraid of hurting her, but not rough at all.

Ji Qianchen opened his eyes and stared at him.

Bastard Ling Xiaohan.

The mouth knows it's for kissing, but it's not for explaining.

The more you think about it, the more aggrieved you are.

The sore eyes were red, and a drop of clear tears fell from the corner of the eyes.

He gnawed at her lingxiaohan and saw the tears falling from her eyes.

The movement on the mouth stops.

She let go of her lips.

Let go of her hand.

Clumsy and heartache of extend a hand to wipe the tear of her canthus: "excuse me, I hurt you?"

Ji Qianchen cried more wrongly.

She doesn't know why she wants to cry. She just needs an explanation. Why don't she cry like this.

She has been waiting for this explanation for four years.

What's the difficulty of waiting for a lifetime?

The remaining light from the corner of his eye saw the wound on the back of his right hand.