Chapter 1051: Fufu, what should I do with you...

Chapter 1051: Fufu, what should I do with you...

Chapter 1051 Fufu, what should I do with you...

Even the oxygen I breathe seems to have become thinner.

She tried her best and was about to speak when the word "Tang" came out from deep in her throat, but Tang En moved to the dinner hall with the man.

The next second, a force pulled her body in, and her body hit a hard embrace.

Smelling the familiar scent, she suddenly lost control of her emotions, "Shangguan Ling, I saw him, I saw him..."

"I know." Feeling her whole body trembling uncontrollably, Shangguan Ling hugged her tightly and patted her back with one hand. He lowered his head and asked softly in her ear: "Can you still go?"

Su Fu grabbed the shirt on his chest with such strength that her joints turned white, "Shangguan Ling, it's him, it's really him..."



Fufu, you are out of control.

Shangguan Ling leaned over and hugged her sideways. Because it was a public place, Su Fu always wore a mask. The mask covered most of her face. Even the eyebrows and eyes that were only exposed were stunningly delicate.

Her eyes were dull and she was in a daze.

Muttered the same sentence, "It's him, it's really him..."

Hair was also wet and sticky on his face, and the scene in the dream seemed to be happening clearly before his eyes.

That fear follows me like a shadow and cannot be dissipated.

Shangguan Ling was awakened by her screaming voice and sat up suddenly, "Fufu, what's wrong?"

Under the dim wall lamp, Su Fu was breathing heavily, looking miserable.

This look was very familiar to Shangguan Ling. When she had nightmares several times, she had this look of despair.

He reached out and took her into his arms, patted her back with one hand, and comforted her, "It's just a nightmare, it's okay, I'm here."



Soph pushed him away, lifted up the quilt, got out of bed, and walked directly to the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water sounded, and Su Fu stood in the shower room without taking off her nightgown, letting the cold water pour down from the shower head.

Shangguan Ling sat on the sofa, smoking cigarettes irritably, one cigarette after another. His deep and gloomy eyes glanced in the direction of the bathroom from time to time.

The sound of rushing water kept ringing, just like his irritable mood at the moment, and he couldn't stop the sadness.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and Shangguan Lings finger was burned by a cigarette butt.