Chapter 565

This series of actions are flowing, leaving me little time to react

Waiting for me to react, my eyes contracted fiercely.

No wonder ah Xin reacted like this.

There is a car parked outside the door.

And the people leaning on the car body are familiar to me.

Qin Langjun.

He was still wearing dark clothes. He leaned against the body and looked at me calmly.

Most of the smoke left in his hand was thrown to the ground and crushed out.

There are many cigarette butts on the ground.

He stood outside for a long time.

The moment I saw him, my back was subconsciously tightened.

It's clear that I haven't seen each other for more than a day, but I feel like it's been a long time.

It seems that there are too many things between me and him.

It seems that suddenly there is an insurmountable gap.

The gap is like an abyss.

If you don't pay attention to it a little, it will be doomed.

"Come here."

The first thing Qin Langjun said was this.

Maybe he smoked too much, or he was really tired after standing here all night.

His voice is hoarse.

Deep eyes have been looking at me.

I still held the box in my arms.

Looking at him in the same way, I had an unspeakable emotion in my heart.

It's complicated.

It's so complicated that I don't know what kind of emotion to face him.

I disturbed his life, but similarly, my own life, or the lives of the people around me, were almost destroyed.

Everyone is hurting each other. No one has a good end.

I was embarrassed before. Do you remember that I was kidnapped before, and you tried to save me. "

"In the end, I almost tied us together. At that time, I thought I couldn't survive. It was so long in the twinkling of an eye."

When Wen Ni said this, his eyes were full of nostalgia.

"There's no need to recall things before. It's like business. You always have to invest in valuable places. Helping you this time can be regarded as paying back the kindness of the Wen family."

Qin Langjun's voice was very weak.

Light to no emotional waves, just such a simple narration.

I can't tell whether it's a comb or just such a casual sentence.

But Wenni's face was paler than before.

Like a porcelain doll that will fall apart at any time.

The embarrassment on Wenni's face was also a moment, followed by the pale but gentle smile before, "yes, it may be that he was ill, so he couldn't help thinking of the previous things."

There's nothing else to say next.

But the warm and muddy sight is slightly scattered. When you have to look at me from time to time, the pause time is also relatively long.

Until I left, wenmuddy's eyes still followed.

Looking at the large and small scars on her body, and even on her most cherished face, there are several scratches, I began to doubt whether the previous speculation is really my villain's heart.

Wenni may have really called for help, but I didn't receive it.

Qin Langjun didn't mention it again. I hesitated several times to pick up this topic, but I didn't have a chance to go on.

But the feeling of uneasiness goes hand in hand.

Since Wenni came back, it has become particularly strong until now.

This strong feeling, accumulated, will also be stretched and broken because of something.

Wen Ni observed the situation in the VIP ward of the hospital for several days. There was no movement.

Even my uneasy heart fell back.

Qin Langjun's mobile phone didn't move. Almost all the calls came from business contacts.

My paranoid character and tossing body can't bear it. In addition to gently putting my hand on my abdomen to seek a sense of security, I can't find a more reassuring way.

But my uneasy but reassuring situation still lost my balance after all.

Wenni is a woman with a strong purpose and won't give up any opportunities.

I should have known.

Half asleep and half awake, I heard the rustle of clothes, so I forced myself to open my eyes.

Outside the window is a thick night, as if watered by ink.

Qin Langjun is getting dressed.

I subconsciously reached out and touched the side, and the bed still had his temperature.

"Where are you going?"

I got up with him, but he brought me back to bed.

"It's all right. It's just a small matter. I'll be back in a minute."

Without the light on, it was dark in the house. I couldn't see his face, but other senses were more sensitive.

I could hear the hoarseness in his voice and the tiredness of waking up. I could feel the burning breath wrapped around my ears.

I understand every word, but it is coherent, but it is still vague.

Blessing to the soul is only a moment.

I almost subconsciously asked, "is something wrong with the Wen family?"

He didn't deny it. He put his hand on my shoulder and patted it gently.

The silence at this time is tantamount to a disguised recognition.

Oh, it's the Wen family again.

This kind of blessing reaches the soul, but it makes me particularly disgusted. The blessing is never the place to be blessed., Qin Langjun didn't mention it again. I hesitated several times. When I wanted to pick up this topic, I didn't have a chance to go on.

But the feeling of uneasiness goes hand in hand.

Since Wenni came back, it has become particularly strong until now.

This strong feeling, accumulated, will also be stretched and broken because of something.

Wen Ni observed the situation in the VIP ward of the hospital for several days. There was no movement.

Even my uneasy heart fell back.

Qin Langjun's mobile phone didn't move. Almost all the calls came from business contacts.

My paranoid character and tossing body can't bear it. In addition to gently putting my hand on my abdomen to seek a sense of security, I can't find a more reassuring way.

But my uneasy but reassuring situation still lost my balance after all.

Wenni is a woman with a strong purpose and won't give up any opportunities.

I should have known.

Half asleep and half awake, I heard the rustle of clothes, so I forced myself to open my eyes.

Outside the window is a thick night, as if watered by ink.

Qin Langjun is getting dressed.

I subconsciously reached out and touched the side, and the bed still had his temperature.

"Where are you going?"

I got up with him, but he brought me back to bed.

"It's all right. It's just a small matter. I'll be back in a minute."

Without the light on, it was dark in the house. I couldn't see his face, but other senses were more sensitive.

I could hear the hoarseness in his voice and the tiredness of waking up. I could feel the burning breath wrapped around my ears.

I understand every word, but it is coherent, but it is still vague.

Blessing to the soul is only a moment.

I almost subconsciously asked, "is something wrong with the Wen family?"

He didn't deny it, but he put his hand on my shoulde