Chapter 402

Today, the sun is gorgeous, the sky is blue, occasionally a few birds fly over the terrace, or stop on the railing, chirping.

Song Jin sits on the terrace and looks into the distance with sunglasses. She has a cup of watermelon juice on hand. If there is a sea, it's a holiday.

Lu Nancheng kept her at home to guard against her leaving. Now she suddenly became a caged bird. She could only look outside, but could not fly out.

The servant sent food in on time. She could only lie or sleep in the bedroom, bored and moldy.

Lu Nancheng ignored the unhappiness on her face and shut her up for several days in a row. Song Jin started to have fun and now sleeps in bed.

Every time I wake up to watch the time, I find that it is so slow. After sleeping for a few days, she is tired of sleeping. She has insomnia for a long time at night and intermittently during the day.

Every night when Lu Nancheng came back, her face was worse than before, her eyes became numb and dull, and she had no vitality.

But he knew that once he let her out, he would never come back with the birds flying out.

"Xiaojin."

"Well?"

"Do you want to go out?"

"Do you want me out?"

"If I promise."

Song Jin had no words and turned her back to him.

He shut himself in the room. The old man and Jiang Yun both knew that they didn't come here except for interfering at the beginning. Obviously, they couldn't persuade him.

"If I don't limit you from tomorrow."

"Then I'll go out."

"Return it?"

Song Jin did not answer again, her silence is the best answer.

He can close her body, but not her heart, and her side, like a withering flower, gradually withered, no life.

Lu Nancheng's eyes are painfully staring at the person on the bed. He is not willing to face him. Is he disgusting?

He does not allow such a situation, he likes the woman, but also like themselves.

Song Jin's body is suddenly held up, Lu Nancheng strong hold her on the sofa, circle in his arms, forcing her to look at him.

"So you don't want to look at me?"

Her body is like a soft towel gourd, if not for his big hand strong ring, directly soft down.

"Look at it."

Her eyes fell on his chin, and after a day, a new layer of stubble came out.

She knows the feeling of touching, will slightly poke hands, in the past some shameless man, will deliberately rub her shoulder with his chin.

"Look me in the eye."

Song Jin had to look up and look into his eyes.

Eyes dark and deep, seems to hide endless emotions, but also seems to be the eye of the storm, gathered in all the unpleasant, waiting to burst out.

Her hand is cold, touch his eye, Lu Nancheng body light tremble, raise a hand to press.

"Do you know how I feel now?"

"I'm sorry."

"You're a liar of feelings."

Song Jin has nothing to say. She is an emotional liar. She cheated his marriage and cheated his heart. In exchange, she also took out her sincere heart and left not only because of his pain, but also because of her trembling and uncomfortable breathing.

But she must disguise well, can't let him discover, otherwise won't let oneself leave.

"Song Jin, you get my most sincere love from Lu Nancheng, but you say no, you know what you give up?"

Her hands folded gently, and her voice was hoarse: "I know."

"Have you thought it over?"

"Well, I thought about it for a long time."

The only thing he can't let go is him. Without her, who can cook for him to satisfy his tricky appetite.

The eyes under her palm close, Song Jin suddenly feel a hot palm, shaking hands to take back, but still he pressed.

His hot tears fell on the palm of his hand, almost made her heart tremble, and could not help but encircle his neck.

Lu Nancheng didn't move, and gradually let go of her hand.

Hand words fall on the knee, but Song Jin holds him tightly with her hands, sniffs the smell of him greedily, and her tears also quietly fall on his shirt.

Lu Nancheng's heart seems to be cut by countless knives. Even if the flesh and blood are blurred, he should retain his final dignity.

He suddenly pushed Song Jin away and got up. Without looking back, she went out of the bedroom. She didn't even have time to see his face. She just felt that his back was bent tonight.

After he left, Song Jin wiped her tears and quietly got into the quilt.

The light was on all night, but he never came back.

Song Jin didn't sleep all night. In the morning, she watched the sunrise rising in the sky. The golden light fell on her thin shoulder. She tightened her body, her pale face facing the sunrise, her dark eyes moving and half squinting.

She kept this position for a long time until she got up and her legs felt numb and almost fell down.Villa quiet, she went to the study to see, there is no figure of him.

He didn't lock her up today, Song Jin already understood what he meant.

When she came, she brought almost nothing, and when she left, it was still the same, except for one more rhubarb.

The servant looked at her and still asked after her wife. She laughed at them and led rhubarb, who was full of food. In the morning, she was taken out by the housekeeper for a walk. She was in good spirits.

"Come on, I'll show you a walk."

Song Jin led rhubarb to the door, she did not dare to look back, afraid of tears will flow down, the old aunt really more and more emotional.

Rhubarb didn't know it. She ran faster than her and sat in front of her with her tail wagging.

The old house of the Lu family is very big. Song Jin walks slowly along the avenue. The early morning breeze blows, with a faint smell of flowers and soil. Everything here is familiar.

Lu Nancheng was standing on the rooftop, his tall figure casting a lonely shadow against the light. He watched for a long time, until a car came slowly from the tree, and then he breathed and lit a cigarette.

Xiao Yi got out of the car and saw Mr. Lu standing in front of the roof railing. He ran to the top of the building to smoke in the morning. He was also very strong.

The boss didn't come down. He quietly went into the room and waited. The servant politely made breakfast for him, but quickly refused.

Song Jin took rhubarb on the taxi, fortunately the driver is good, did not mind rhubarb.

She looked out of the window and wiped her eyes. She didn't cry all the way out, but when she got out of the door, she couldn't help crying on the side of the road.

Rhubarb seems to feel her sadness, squatting on one side with the body arch her, and around her round and round, a worried look.

I really don't hurt it in vain. I have a little conscience.

The driver looked at the beautiful passenger. It's all rich villas. This young lady came out with her dog in the morning. Isn't she a guest?

But it doesn't look like that. She obviously cried when she got on the bus. The driver's brain turned fast. He had already thought that most of them were abandoned by the rich, so he would cry.

Today's rich people, there are several people who are single-minded and play for their beauty. They really lose.