Chapter 220

To be exact, Huang Xing never thought that Fu Zhenxin would say such words.

Is her grievance a river? He could clearly see her tears, her pain, and even her voice of perseverance.

Good memories, again like a movie broadcast in Huang Xing's mind, lingering. This beautiful and cheerful girl gave herself too much surprise and happiness. From exclusion to favor, they went through all kinds of difficulties and dangers to get together, but because of the existence of Fu Jie, they separated in pain. Huang Xing feels guilty for her, which can't be made up for in her life.

But her question is hard for Huang Xing to answer.

Because once he gives a positive answer, it means a complete break with Fu Jie.

However, he could not bear to shake his head and say no. Deep in his heart, he couldn't resist that complicated feeling. It is an indisputable fact that he likes her. Although this kind of like, perhaps not as strong as Fu Jie.

Fu Zhenxin saw Huang Xingleng in the same place, and then said: I know, I'm not as good-looking as my sister, nor as good as her career. How can you abandon her and choose me. I'm being amorous again. I'm sorry, I've been rude.

She such a self reproach attitude, but let the yellow star can no longer restrain.

Huang Xing hugged her tightly and gently dried the tears on her face with her lips. But which can kiss dry, old tears just go, then add new tears.

She closed her eyes slightly and enjoyed it quietly. Even the gasp was restrained consciously, as if for fear that any discordant sound would wake up the dream in front of us.

She is pathetic and beautiful. Huang Xing knows that she has been deliberately indifferent to herself, trying to distance herself. But she finally failed to control her feelings. At the moment of going out, she finished her inner confession.

He kisses her hair and sniffs the familiar fragrance. Just like the beginning.

Everything has not changed. I've changed.

Fu Zhenxin didn't dare to open her eyes. Her long eyelashes were watery and glistening. She wriggled her lips and said gently: Huang Xing, do you know how hard I feel at this time.

Huang Xing repeatedly said, I know, I know. He stroked Fu Zhenxin's hair and said, "I'm sorry. I owe you all my life!

Fu Zhenxin is stunned for a moment, slightly opens an eye, stares at Huang Xing: do you mean to repay in the next life?

Huang Xing did not dare to look directly at her affectionate eyes: Yes, I'm sorry.

Fu Zhenxin asked: your feelings for my sister are always deeper than mine, right?

Huang Xing shook his head: this. It's really, really impossible to measure.

Fu Zhenxin stressed: you lie! In your eyes, I am a little girl. My sister is your dream lover. Don't lie to yourself, OK? And don't lie to me.

Huang Xing said, I didn't cheat you. Shaved her beautiful little nose: I will treat you as my own sister in the future. No, more than my sister!

Fu Zhenxin shook her head and said, "I don't want it, I don't want it.".

Huang Xing said: believe me, I will use practical actions to make up for my debt to you. This life is not over, and the next life will continue to pay.

Fu Zhenxin's mouth overflows with a special bitterness, which makes Huang Xingyi Army: how to return it? How do you return it in your next life? Do you want to continue to treat me as a sister, or... She stopped for a moment, moved her mouth, and even gently sang: you said that if I still remember you in the next life, we will die together.

After humming this sentence, Fu Zhenxin asked: is this kind of return method?

This series of questions seems to give Huang Xing a difficult problem with no standard answer.

Finally, he can only comfort Fu Zhenxin with an ambiguous sentence: maybe. I think we can meet again in the next life.

Fu Zhenxin reaches out her hand and beats Huang Xing on his chest. She complains: I don't want to meet you again! My life seems to be over. Do you want me to be hurt in my next life? You are so cruel.

Huang Xing said: you are still young. You still have a long way to go.

Fu Zhenxin felt a lot and said: it's too short to be with you. How long will it be in the future?

Huang Xing patted her on the shoulder and said: Zhenxin, cheer up. Now the whole Xinyuan company belongs to you, and the burden on you is very heavy. Don't let your sister down.

Fu Zhenxin's eyes blinked uncoordinated, with a kind of desolate and resentful charm, and a feeling of pity. She stares at Huang Xing and says: the company is just a thing, but people are living. Emotion is also living. You, too, are alive.

She used three "living" words in a row, which seemed out of tune, but actually contained a lot of unspeakable feelings.

Huang Xing shaved her little nose again: you're alive, aren't you.

Fu Zhenxin said: I have only half my life left now.

Huang Xing asked: what about the half?

Fu Zhenxin said: that half, sent to the next life.

Yellow star suddenly a Zheng, and there is a strong sour, rippling in the heart.

That half life, sent to the next life. What a true poem! So romantic, so sad, so shocking!

Deeply touched the heart of Huang Xing!

Huang Xing slowly releases Fu Zhenxin and looks at her, but he doesn't know how to comfort her.

Fu Zhenxin stepped back and suddenly changed her face. She ordered Huang Xing to leave. From now on, we'd better not meet.

Huang Xing wants to say something, but he doesn't know how to say it. He took a deep look at Fu Zhenxin and opened the door again. However, due to the emotional past, he accidentally stepped on his injured foot and almost knelt on the ground‘ "Ouch," Huang Xing groaned, supporting the ground with his other foot and two hands, so as not to let his whole body fall down.

Fu Zhenxin was shocked. She rushed up like a conditioned reflex. She held him and asked: you, you, what's wrong with you?

Huang Xing stood up slowly, held the door and explained: nothing, just sprained his foot.

Twisted? Fu Zhenxin murmured a, unimaginable way: how possible! Say a few words can sprain a foot?

Huang Xingdao: it's twisted elsewhere.

Fu Zhenxin lowered her head, picked up the corner of his pants and lifted it up. As expected, she found the injured part. And he's barefoot, no socks. Swollen face, has some shape of shoes support.

Fu Zhenxin can't help complaining: why didn't you say it earlier? I let you sit down. Come on, sit down and let me have a look.

Huang Xing shook his head: No, just have a rest. I didn't hurt my bone, and I'm sorry.

Fu Zhenxin suggested: then you should ask for leave with my sister. It's enough to ask for three days. If you're a little face, I'll help you!

She said she was about to turn around to get her cell phone.

Huang Xing thought, you are not harming me. Quickly reach out to stop her: No. Never.

Fu Zhenxin looks at him and seems to realize something: are you worried that my sister will misunderstand you?

Yellow star does not set whether or not.

Fu Zhenxin said that my sister should not be so careful.

Then she added, "but you're right. It's better to be considerate."! I don't want to be charged with breaking your relationship.

Huang Xing couldn't help sighing and accidentally revealed his mouth: we are now, now there is a crisis in our relationship.

Emotional crisis? Fu Zhenxin was stunned for a moment: what fun to have!

Huang Xing didn't repeat. He leaned down and rubbed his ankles.

Fu Zhenxin's pity became more and more intense when she saw his suffering. She squatted down and stared at Huang Xing and asked: do you want me to rub it for you?

Huang Xing shook his head: No, No. I'll do it myself.

Fu Zhenxin said: then you go back and ask my sister to rub it for you.

Huang Xing's face suddenly appeared a burst of anxiety, recalling the man who just got off the Fu Jie car, his heart was more and more bottomless. Is this really the prelude to the emotional crisis between Fu Jie and himself?

Or, the omens have long been there, and the prelude has long been drawn. Now, everything has begun to sublimate the crisis step by step?

Huang Xing sat down for a while, painstakingly Fu Zhenxin, ran to the bedroom and took out some safflower oil, Yunnan Baiyao and other trauma medicine, but it didn't come in handy. Yellow star doesn't work.

Expecting that it was late, Huang Xing stood up and said to Zhenxin, "I really have to go. You should go to bed early.".

Fu Zhenxin shakes her beautiful head, blinks her eyes and asks: why don't you accompany me-----

Huang Xing was surprised.

Fu Zhenxin corrects again quickly: joking, why so nervous! Come on, go to my sister. Maybe she is waiting for you at home!

Although her words seem so relaxed, Huang Xing, who is keen, reads a kind of deep helplessness and bitterness in her calm attitude.

Huang sighed, and some chaotic pictures suddenly appeared in his mind. In the picture, it's Fu Jie and the strange man. It's so late. Has he left yet? Will he be rude to Fu Jie and make some excessive actions? Or even - to stay?

Thinking of these, Huang Xing couldn't help sweating. It's scary. It's scary. It's more serious to scare yourself.

Fu Zhenxin went to open the door for Huang Xing and asked: is it convenient for Fang to go downstairs by himself? Do you want me to help you?

Huang Xing shook his head: No, I can do it myself.

Fu Zhenxin said, don't try to be brave. I'm not to blame for breaking it.

Huang Xing laughed and said, blame myself.

"Still dressed!" Fu Zhenxin scolds, suddenly reaches out her hand and closes the door, stares at Huang Xing and says: I know what you are thinking now.

Huang Xing suddenly a Leng: think - think what?

Fu Zhenxin shook her head slightly, took Huang Xing's arm and helped him sit down again.

But Huang Xing can't sit still. He can't understand what the girl is doing.

Fu Zhenxin, holding her arm, seemed to have been brewing for a long time before she said: OK, let me tell you the truth. Huang Xing felt that it was a little puzzling. He really can't figure out what Fu Zhenxin wants to express to herself. Therefore, he can only listen.