It doesn't count. He's not someone else. He's a song!
His hand, the hand of the painter, the hand of the masterstroke, is destroyed just like this No matter how they quarreled, at least, she could not deny it.
Now, he lies on the sickbed, so pale and weak appearance, is caused by himself!
Thinking about it, Luo Zheng doesn't admit that it's soft hearted, but that it's responsibility.
After all, she couldn't ignore it.
Therefore, step by step jump back, in the man's eyes, take out a new water cup, help pour a glass of water, and pass it in front of him.
"Miss Luo..."
"You don't want water? Drink fast! "
This time, Luo Zheng interrupts Bo Hancheng.
Seeing, the man's face shows a touch of consternation, staring at himself for a long time.
He was ashamed to see, Luo Zheng with some rudeness, forced the cup into the man's other hand without injury: "what do you see? Drink! "
Thin cold city did not refuse, elegant drink a mouthful, back to the girl.
Put back the water cup, Luo Zheng looks at the man, he sits on the bed, the whole person is very quiet, compared with just now, inexplicably fade some fierce, a little more fragile?
Luo Zheng's mind, I am sure that the spirit is too bad, so I have this illusion!
Just want to leave, listen to the man with his fist against his lips, cough softly.
Glancing at the fruit plate, Luo Zheng tries to suggest: "do you want to Eating pears? It's said that pears can stop coughing... "
Smell speech, the man crow black eyelashes a hang, voice slightly a low: "well, listen to you."
Why is this tone a little strange?
Luo Zheng frowned. For a moment, he didn't think much about it. He went to get the fruit knife and peeled the pear skin a little.
"You have just heard what Anne explained. Is there anything you want to say?"
Suddenly, the man mentioned the subject.
Luo Zheng moves a meal, skims the lip Cape: "the matter has already passed, has nothing to say."
Although the explanation is clear, it has nothing to do with Bo Hancheng, but in that case, I feel deeply hopeless and still haunt my mind.
"Why do you hate Mu Nianqing?"
Bo asked again. From the conversation just now, the girl had a strong resentment.
It doesn't count. She doesn't care about Mu Nianqing. She shows her true feelings everywhere This point, beyond the imagination of the past, made him extremely certain.
Luo Zheng is not disgusted with Mu Nianqing!
Looking up at the thin cold city, the girl couldn't help biting her lips: "how, do you feel hurt?"
"Why do I feel sad?"
Thin cold city lightly counter questions, with a trace of incomprehension.
"Because she is your woman!"
Speaking of this, Luo Zheng resents cutting off a piece of pear skin, hoping that this is mu Nianqing!
"In name, she is. In fact, she is not - "
Bo Hancheng's truthful return, which is not concealed.
"Do you know that?"
Luo Zheng said coldly, his heart was very dull.
Wen Yan, Bo Hancheng didn't argue anymore, but asked, "Miss Luo, do you care about this?"
Wordon, the man leaned over and drew closer to the girl: "no, you hate Mu Nianqing, because of me?"
"No! I hate her. It's none of your business. "
Luo Zheng retorts without hesitation.
Then, meet the man's deep eyebrows and eyes, think back and forth for a few seconds, and seriously say, "the woman in the world, you want who you want. But can bo Hancheng Don't be mu Nianqing? "