Chapter 611

Leng Jiting, who left the hospital on the other side, was like a man without anything, as if nothing had happened at all.

He sat in the garden, building flowers and plants again and again.

The sunshine seemed to warm the men in the garden.

Layers of beautiful brilliance were sprinkled, and layers of golden light were crossed on him.

Men are like angels bathed in the sun.

At this moment, it seemed that the cruel breath and cold on him could not be seen at all.

He hasn't been to the company since he was discharged from the hospital.

All matters of the company were left to Liu Jinnian.

And he is cultivating at home.

I rested for a few days and, of course, I calmed down for several days.

Ding Dong, as a door bell rang, the servant opened the door.

Su Qingyun, standing at the door with a small bag in her hand, looked at the servant in front of her from time to time.

Her eyes looked forward as if she were looking for someone.

The servant bowed politely to her, then walked back and led her to the garden.

"Miss Su, the young master is waiting for you in the garden."

Leng Jiting cut off the most beautiful flowers in the garden, watched the flowers fall from the branches, and then rolled to the ground.

In an instant, the petals scattered one after another and fell all over the ground.

When the petals that were originally beautiful and in full bloom fell to the ground, they scattered one after another, leaving only countless incomplete petals on the ground.

"Here we are."

He lightly put down the scissors in his hand, but the whole person was sitting in a wheelchair.

The man's bony hand gently stroked the wheelchair under the seat, and his eyes seemed to twinkle with a faint light.

When I touched the wheelchair, I recalled all the memories of and early summer Nian.

At that time, when they first married Nian in early summer, they lived together.

Three people, a family of three, just like a family.

At that time, although he pretended to be disabled, he sat in a wheelchair all day, pretending that he had no rights and no money.

Nothing, but at that time, he was the happiest time.

There are Xia Yuchen and early summer thoughts around him.

Come back every day, there is the warmth of home.

Someone was cooking a table of warm food waiting for him to go home. All that, in retrospect, was so warm.

He missed his previous life and the days when he had dinner with Nian Xia Yuchen at the beginning of summer.

Miss after dinner, early summer Nian always pushed a wheelchair to take him out for a walk.

Those lives, those memories, are the most precious existence for him.

Although it is said that these beautiful memories come from the wheelchair, which makes him painful.

However, it seems that the wheelchair has become less painful after aftertaste.

Instead, all left are sweet memories.

However, memories are memories after all.

Su Qingyun didn't seem to understand. Then he slowly opened his mouth: "Ji Ting, your legs are already well. Why do you have to sit in a wheelchair?"

To be honest, she hates this wheelchair.

If Leng Jiting had not broken his leg and got into a wheelchair, she would not have abandoned Leng Jiting.

Leng Jiting sat in a wheelchair, his head tilted back slightly, making the sun sprinkle on his face one after another.

He didn't explain.

No one knows why he still sits in this wheelchair with sound legs.

"In a few days, it will be Leng Lingfeng's wedding with Nian at the beginning of summer, right?"

He always closed his eyes and hid all the sadness and anger in his eyes.

Just when I mentioned it, the position of my heart still couldn't help cramping for a few minutes.

His eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if from colic, and his face was pale.

Su Qingyun knew that he always remembered it, but he didn't mention it.

At this time, she did not dare to answer this question.

The doctor said that Leng Jiting was in a coma last time.

Because love is too deep, so the injury is too painful, it will be like angina pectoris, painful to coma.

Therefore, she was afraid to mention this topic again.

"It doesn't matter. I can control my emotions."

Leng Jiting seemed to see her worry, so he said coldly.

After several hesitations, Su Qingyun still clenched her fist.

The so-called wealth insurance.

"Well, soon. Tomorrow is their wedding."

The man's closed eyes seemed to have some small changes.

"Wedding, take me."

Upon hearing his words, Su Qingyun was stunned.

"What? Ji Ting, are you going to their wedding? No, absolutely not. The doctor said, "you can't get any more stimulation."

"What if you go to the wedding, get excited halfway, and then go into a coma?"

Leng Jiting slowly opened his eyes full of endless cold light: "I said I would control my emotions."

She clenched her fist and seemed very angry: "Ji Ting, is that why you asked me to come this time?"

His eyes flashed slightly, and his eyes were full of peace and indifference.

"Otherwise?"

Or what else could he come to her for?

Su Qingyun swallowed the unwilling anger in her heart, and then slowly looked at him.

"You came to me for the first time and wanted to see me. I thought... You finally figured it out and saw me. I didn't expect it, but it's still because I read it at the beginning of summer. "

Leng Jiting didn't answer her question positively, "give me the invitation."

His implication was that the invitation was given to him and he went to the wedding alone.

"The invitation is mine. You can't go to the wedding alone. Unless, as my boyfriend, you go to the wedding with me. "

Su Qingyun was firm, "of course, you can refuse me."

"But I can guarantee that if you refuse me, you won't be able to attend the wedding and get an invitation."

"This wedding, in early summer, they looked for a hidden place, and it was low-key. You can't find it. "

Instead of obeying Leng Jiting, she imposed conditions.

If you want to go to the wedding, go with her.

If not, he can't participate.

Leng Jiting raised his cold eyes and looked faintly at the woman in front of him.

He looked forward with cold light, and then collided with Su Qingyun's eyes.

The man's sight has a natural King's breath, just a cold light sight, as if it can directly crush people to death.

The oppressed man is out of breath.

At that moment, it seemed that there were layers of shackles around her and imprisoned her.

Keep her immobile and immovable.

She was fixed where she was and couldn't move.

Lowered his eyes, no longer looked at the man opposite, just silent and no longer spoke.

Nor will he change his mouth because of Leng Jiting's pressure.

Seeing that the woman was so firm, Leng Jiting suddenly stretched out his hands and held them on the wheelchair. Then he stood up with the wheelchair.

The tall figure reflected a slender shadow.

"OK, I promise you."