Chapter 338 Did Su Ran Not Come Back One Night? (1)

Chapter 338 was Su Ran not back one night (1)

But Song Tingyu did not intend to let her go. No matter what she said, he acted as if he did not hear her. He took off her upper body clothes and pressed her on the soft bedding.

"Don't touch me, don't touch me..."

In Su Ran's mind at this moment was what happened two years ago that night. In her remaining memory, a man, ignoring her weak struggle, peeled off her clothes one by one and threw them on the ground.

Just like now...

She was trembling with fear...

She felt dirty...

She didn't even know who was by her side at the moment. She was just suffocated by the nightmare that night.

Song Tingyu could only hear her scream, tears streaming down her face. When she saw him, it was as if she had seen a demon.

His hands froze and his face was gloomy.

Su Ran finally pushed him away, his body trembling to the side.

He was still mumbling, "Don't touch me, I beg you, don't touch me, please..."

"Su Ran..."

As soon as song ting reached out her hand, she screamed and waved his hand away like she had lost her mind. She pointed at the door with tears in her eyes and said, "Go, go!"

Song Tingyu stood by the bed with a sinister expression and looked at the woman huddled up in the corner of the bed. His mood was complicated.

He closed his eyes, pulled the blanket over her nearly naked body, and then turned around to leave the room.

Su ran covered her head with both hands and her whole body trembled violently.

Memories that she thought had been forgotten and sealed by her came rushing in, tearing at her nerves and destroying her will.

She thought that if she didn't remember, she would forget.

She really thought she had forgotten, but she didn't expect that she remembered it so clearly.

That night, before she fainted, a man pushed her down on the bed and stripped her of her clothes. Then she woke up in the bathroom, probably because he wanted to wash everything away...

How can you face Song Tingyu with such a dirty self?

Song Tingyu took a cold bath in the bathroom of the guest room. When he came out, the fire on his body had been extinguished. In fact, when he saw Su Ran like that, his heart was already cold...

He recalled that he had just come out of the detention center and wanted to touch her, but her reaction was also very strange. Although it was not as intense as tonight, and it was not right, but then too many things happened, causing him at that time to not have time to verify it. It was two years later, and when he touched her again tonight, she cried out in fear and her body was still trembling. As if he was some kind of monster!

Song Tingyu's mind was filled with Su Ran's reaction in the room.

He leaned back on the sofa, took a deep breath, and clenched his hands involuntarily. No matter what happened during that time, he would definitely figure it out!

He stayed in the study for a while and looked up at the clock on the wall. It was midnight.

It turned out that he had been sitting here for so long.

Leaving the study, he went to the room where Su Ran was just now and found that she was already asleep on the bed, but she was not covered with a quilt.

Song ting pulled the quilt from the bed and covered her. It was very light, but it still seemed to wake her up.

She suddenly woke up and opened her eyes. Because of what had happened before, her body instinctively sat up from the bed and shrank towards the head of the bed.

Song Tingyu's face was very ugly. He looked down at her and said in a gloomy voice, "Su Ran, am I a monster? Now I can't even touch you?"

Without any response, Su Ran wrapped his arms around his shoulders, lowered his head, curled up, and buried his head between his legs.

Song Tingyu clenched his hands tightly and then released them.

He reached out and pulled her hands away. She was still in a panic and looked at him helplessly.

Song ting was pinched by a long finger on her small jaw. This time, she could not escape, "Su Ran, tell me, what happened?"

Su Ran's eyes grew more and more frightened, and he kept patting his extended arm with both hands, "You let me go, let me go..."

"Su Ran, calm down!" Song ting put his hand on her arm, "See, it's me. I'm Song Tingyu..."

Su Ran's heart was beating so fast because of the violent struggle, his eyes were red, and his eyes were strange and frightened...

Song Tingyu knew he couldn't force her anymore.

He slowly loosened his hand and wiped the cold sweat off her face with only his hand. He said in a hoarse voice, "Have a good rest."

Song Tingyu left the room. He didn't come in because he was worried about waking Su Ran up again.

When she woke up in the morning, she found that Su Ran had left.

He stood at the door of the room where Su Ran slept last night, leaned against the door, took out his cell phone and called her number.

Fortunately, after ringing for a while, she got through.

"Hello."

"Where have you been?"

"I'm home..."

Song Tingyu was just worried that something would happen to her like that last night. Knowing that she was home, he was relieved. He hung up his phone and went downstairs.

I thought something was wrong with Su Ran. Last night, he thought it was even more wrong. She must have been hiding something from him...

Song Tingyu leaned back in his office chair and held a cigarette between his fingers on the armrest. He didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't even feel the cigarette burning on his fingers.

Until Ding Cen pushed the door open and came in, she knocked on the door board a few times on purpose, and Song Tingyu finally came back to her senses and looked at her.

Ding Cen walked over and rested his hands on the desk, "What are you thinking? The end of the cigarette is burning to your finger, and you don't feel any pain at all?"

Song Tingyu lowered his head, looked at his fingers, frowned and pressed the cigarette butt on the ashtray.

Ding Cen saw that his fingers were red from the heat and immediately took out a tissue to wipe them.

"What's wrong with you?"

This small wound was nothing to Song Tingyu. He tore open the tissue and threw it in the trash can.

"When are you going back?"

"I'm waiting for you. Are you coming back with me?"

Song Tingyu pursed his thin lips without making a sound.

"If you don't come back with me, I think the old foxes at home will be suspecting something again." After all, if Song Tingyu didn't accompany her back to the spring festival, the old foxes would be gossiping about his fiance's status again.

Especially her uncle Ding Zhenye, who had been eyeing everything she had.