At this time, Su Yujing looked at him in shock, hesitated and asked, "do you really love her? Or because of the original betrayal and regret to make up? "

"I love her!" Ling Wan looked at Su Yujing and said, "for her sake, I don't want to die!"

This kind of strong emotion, after losing Wan Tong, burst out strongly from the heart.

Ling Wanxing knew long ago that he didn't love Su Wantong. Instead, he was used to her efforts and automatically ignored his true feelings.

And after losing her, he found that many details had already moistened everything and quietly eroded every corner of his heart.

Su Yujing looks at Ling Wanxing seriously, trying to see a little difference on his cheek.

But, nothing!

Ling Wanxing looked at him fearlessly, only with an obscure light hidden in his eyes.

After all, Su Yujing didn't say anything. As he stood up with his coat and left the bar, he reminded Ling Wanxing: "Xiao Tong is in room 1208 of the apartment. Ling Wanxing, I hope you can seize this last opportunity and don't let us all down."

Words fall, He Mou Guang Gao deep ground saw Ling Wan Xing one eye, turn round and go.

Six months later, the Su family chose to compromise.

……

At nine o'clock in the night, Ling Wanxing came to the downstairs of the apartment hotel alone.

He also carried several paper bags in his hand, which were cheongsam bought in Suzhou embroidery workshop during the day.

Ling Wanxing hesitated for a moment, looked up at the apartment building, sighed heavily, and walked in.

In front of the door of room 1208, he stood slowly, his heart beat disorderly.

One door apart, Wan Tong is in it, and the feeling of being close to home comes back to me.

Ling Wanxing took a deep breath and then knocked on the door.

He is not sure whether Wan Tong has slept or not, but he still wants to have a try and see her again.

A few seconds later, a slight movement came from the door.

Su Wantong opens the safety lock, holds the door frame with one hand, looks surprised at him, "how did you come?"

Ling Wanxing and her eyes meet, hand the paper bag to the front, "I'll send you clothes."

"What clothes?" Su Wan Tong did not answer, but looked at the familiar bag and twisted his brow.

Seeing this, Ling Wanxing explained bluntly, "I know you like Qipao, so I bought it all. If you like it, you can wear it. If you don't like it, I'll buy you something else."

Su Wan Tong was stunned!

What surprised her was not the cheongsam, but the attitude of Ling Wanxing.

I've known him for so long, and he's never been so close to himself.

Su Wan Tong didn't know how to open his mouth for a moment. His eyes fell on those paper bags, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

"It's very late. You have an early rest. There is a bottle of hot milk in the bag. You drink it to help you sleep before going to bed."

Ling Wanxing didn't ask to enter the door. He leaned over and put the paper bag by the door. After a word of advice, he planned to turn around and leave.

Su Wan Tong looked at his back, words to stay on the mouth, until his figure disappeared in the direction of the elevator, did not make any sound.

She stood at the door for a long time. When she came back, she took the bag into the room and found a bottle of warm milk in it. The temperature of the bottle was just right, which warmed the cold East night in Bincheng.

Su Wantong stands in a daze at the window holding the milk. She feels that Ling Wanxing has really changed