Chapter 1295

Huarong talks and does things, just like her. She is clean and to the point.

Flower family style of conduct, in her body show incisively and vividly.

So free and unrestrained, so cruel and heartless.

Fengjin felt that the place under his feet began to crumble, and some place in his body was gradually collapsing. The fact was completely different from what he had imagined. He thought that if he found the face of the flower, everything would come to an end. He knew that he was not good to her, but he could make up for it. But

She didn't need his compensation at all.

Without him, she can still live very well. She still lives a delicate life. As a woman with such a strong psychology, she does not rely on love for a living. She loses love. She is still the flower face, and she doesn't need him very much.

In the past three years, compared with his collapse, she was as usual.

Feng Jin didn't know how to describe this feeling - the feeling of being completely dumped and ignored by her, as well as the feeling of being insignificant and useless in her life. The feeling of being completely abandoned by her and digging out of her life.

That kind of There was no way to get close to her and get her feelings.

Xu's face looks so ugly. Maybe it's Huarong who looks pitiful. The woman reaches out her hand and caresses his face gently. Her voice becomes gentle: "the past is over. There was something wrong with me back then. After we are still friends, I married you do not come. Have a good time with liusi. I know she's your type. You're not for me, and I'm not for you, "she said with a smile." I'm going back. "

He looked at her smile, a strange feeling emerged from his heart. He subconsciously clenched Huarong's hand again. He knew that he could not let her go. This may be the last time in his life that he could hold her in such a righteous way. In the future, she will be someone else's wife

The sky gradually dark down, the last glimmer of light in the sunset was also swallowed by the darkness, and the light and shadow in the house gradually turned into dark blue, covered with black ink. Two people stand quietly, Huarong's sight is calm and calm from beginning to end, just like she said, she still likes him, but not as much as before, but as long as she is not as crazy as in the past, she can become a pool of calm spring water, can treat her lover peacefully.

"If I say I mean, if... " His words were intermittent, as if it was difficult to admit the fact. Feng Jin's eyebrows frowned and her delicate face showed a trace of hesitation. His voice was so light that he could not hear clearly. He just said, "what if I like you?"

Huarong looked at him blankly. At first, he didn't seem to hear clearly. When he confirmed what he had just said, he was stunned.

Feng Jin's face burned uncontrollably. His character was slow and conservative. He didn't know why he was so embarrassed when facing the face of the flower.

"I feel like I like you more than I thought, Rongrong. I like you, I like you, Huarong. "

……

Huarong stood at the door and looked up at the handsome young man in front of him.

Silent darkness, his delicate eyes in the eyes of the soft cover over, she dare to swear, although can not see clearly, but in front of the man is absolutely blushing.