Chapter 281

Static know pull quilt curl up and sit there Leng Leng to see him, but he has already quickly pushed away her, turn to get out of bed, put on the Nightgown casually straight to the bedroom outside..

"Shaoting..." She turned to him with a cry, her eyes following his back.

His footsteps stagnated, but he continued to walk out, the bedroom door was opened, and then closed, the bedroom gradually quiet down, this quiet but let her fear, unspeakable fear, he angry? Later... Don't you, won't you ever talk to her again?

But He clearly knew that she was not a free and indulgent woman, but he still wanted to make trouble like this. Why didn't he think about her? He didn't know how shy and uncomfortable she was? If he held her in his arms and coaxed her to persuade her for a while, she would not be angry, but he turned around and left her alone in the room for this sentence, ignoring it.

She called his name, but he still didn't turn back. He would never be so cruel to her. If she only called his name soft, he would promise her anything and spoil her more and more. But this time, he was so ruthless and went out without paying attention to her

Her heart ached so much that the unspeakable pain began to spread along the blood vessels, and the whole person fell down on the bed like a ragged rag doll. On the bed, she buried her face in the quilt, and the tears of grievance surged one after another, and he left her alone

Half she knew that she was really wrong. She shouldn't be so childish. She shouldn't waste his love and connivance. He is a man, even if he is so low. He still has wounds and bottom lines that she can't touch even if his body loves her.

It was a man's pride and self-esteem, but she trampled on it at will.

Think about it from the bottom of your heart. If Meng shaoting is on the bed with her, she will be mad. She will turn around angrily and leave without looking at him again.

The thin shoulder in the soft quilt gradually shrugged. For the first time, she sincerely felt regret and guilt. She really wanted to catch up with him or hold him and say sorry for a few times, but she just didn't have courage. She didn't even have the courage to lift her head from the quilt.

For a long time, he lowered his figure, even slightly connived at her, cared for her, and cared for her. No matter whether she gave him a cold face, or put her face to show him, no matter how unreasonable she made trouble, no matter how harsh she was to him, he always frowned, smiled, and cried quietly, and continued to be good to her.

It's his kindness to her that spoils her. In addition to being loved by her father, she has never enjoyed such love in her life. Even Shaoxuan

Jingzhi suddenly tightens her hand. She can say with her conscience that Shaoxuan is really good to her. She is so moved that she can't pay back. She is so sad that she tears. She is willing to marry him, take care of him and care of him.

But women want to be taken care of and loved.

Jingzhi's tears slowly flowed out, but she suddenly wiped them away. It was her fault. She should take the initiative to apologize. Now that she has chosen such a way and chose to be by his side, she shouldn't have said such hurtful words.

Jingzhi thought of this place and sat up from the bed. She grabbed the Nightgown casually. She rushed to the door before putting on her shoes. When she held the handrail with her hand, her full courage suddenly disappeared.

She was afraid, afraid to see his cold face, afraid to see his impatience, afraid of his disdain, even more afraid, he said the word.

She was never confident. She knew that she could not compare her own conditions with them. They were roses blooming in the garden, and she was just a tiny gardenia.

When she was with Shaoxuan, she always kept three points of consciousness in her heart. What kind of woman can't be found under such conditions as Shaoxuan? Why should I hang on an old woman like her? She was moved by his love and infatuation, but refused to believe the oath he said.

A woman's heart is like a needle on the bottom of the sea, but her fate can only be drift with the tide, so Shaoxuan's betrayal of her doesn't have a little hatred, but it's a blessing that he is better with any woman than with her.

But now she returns to Meng shaoting's side. Although she is so reckless and even some disrespectful, she still has deep fear and insecurity in her bones. He is also interested in her. What she sees in her natural eyes is speechless, but if that interest disappears one day? She is wrong to cry, to laugh, to like, not to like, or to be wrong. In a word, everything about her is just a burden in his eyes. She wants to kick it off.

Jingzhi slowly leaned against the wall, her heart hurt, the door is quiet, the room is only to hear her own upset breathing.

Did he go? Where are you going? There are so many women in him. Any one is more obedient than her, and will please and welcome him. What does she have? She has nothing. She is really stupid. A 20-year-old woman dares to spoil a man's love for herself.

But She obviously didn't care at first. She didn't care whether he was good or bad to her. She really thought she would not feel what he did. But tonight, when he pushed her away, why did she feel her heart hurt like it was going to be torn?

Is accustomed to his obedience and connivance, so can not suffer a little bit of cold and grievance? Or did her self-esteem and pride, which he had pampered, begin to play a part?

She had no courage to apologize. Her good habit of sticking to it from childhood was broken by her tonight.

Time goes so fast that he never comes back. Fortunately, he is wearing sleeping clothes. He should still be in this small building. He may be sitting on the sofa downstairs, holding a cigarette in his hand, or in the small garden outside. He will not leave her alone in such a strange place.

Jingzhi thought of it, but her heart gradually settled down. Finally, when she almost stood as a sculpture, and her two bare feet were cold, she took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door.

The corridor is dark. The living room downstairs is also dark. The heart of Jingzhi suddenly falls to the bottom of the valley.

The light in the bedroom was weak, but it gradually forced the darkness away. Her eyes adapted to the light in the house, and she could see clearly the empty sofa in the living room downstairs. No one was there.

Jingzhi pinches her hand. Her throat is a little tight. She looks downstairs with wide eyes. After a long time, she hears the voice coming out of her throat. His name is a little broken.

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When I got to the exit of the living room, I still didn't see Meng shaoting. Outside the house, it was also a dark place. Only a crescent moon half hidden under the clouds. I knew that I could hold the wall and stand still. The loneliness of the emptiness attacked me like that. The wind in late summer and early autumn was a little cold. She slept. Her clothes were only a thin layer of cotton. Soon, I felt cold in my bones, Especially the feet on the cold ground hurt even more.

However, she stood for a while, and gradually determined the cognition that he was really gone.

She was still too stupid to think that he could not leave with his clothes on? She smiled bitterly. What was she doing?

Step by step, she went to the stairs, but her heart was empty. She couldn't help but cover her heart. The pain inside made her feel uncomfortable, and her eyebrow was frowned. She felt like swallowing Coptis, and she had been suffering from her throat to her heart.

After a few steps, she suddenly saw a faint flash of fire in the half open window in front of her. Her heart trembled, and she stopped at once. She moved quietly to the window and looked towards the fire. It was not surprising!

In the small garden not far away, under the dense cover of the night, we can see a long shadow standing there in some loneliness.