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Su Ranqing took her hand out from Song Zimo's grasp. She looked at Song Zimo and said calmly: "I don't love you anymore."

"I'm not here for you, it's just that I can't let those kids go!"

"I don't believe it!" Song Zimo's face paled as he excitedly hugged Su Ranqing's shoulder. "Ran Qing, don't treat me like this. I know that it was my fault initially, but you know that I have my own difficulties too."

Su Ranqing did not move or speak, she only looked at Song Zimo calmly.

Under those calm eyes, Song Zimo slowly calmed himself down. He released Su Ranqing's shoulder, and said with a bitter smile: "I understand."

For a moment, Su Ranqing wanted to go forward and hug Song Zimo.

To give up someone you love and love is so painful.

Su Ranqing couldn't help but think.

"Du du."

Just then, Su Ranqing's phone rang.

She opened it to see that it was Qiao Lingyu.

She paused for a moment, looked at Song Zimo, and then quietly hung up.

"Your husband?" Song Zimo didn't think that saying these few words would be so difficult. He controlled himself not to think about it, but he still couldn't help but clench his fists.

"Yes, he's waiting for me."

"Then I'll send you back." Song Zimo said.

Su Ranqing did not refuse.

The two of them bade farewell to the President Ma and left together.

Not far away, a young reporter's face lit up as she hurriedly chased after her with her camera on her back. As for the task given to her by the higher-ups, it was better to talk about it next time! If she didn't make a sound, then it would already be amazing!

The atmosphere in the carriage was a little awkward, Su Ranqing had not spoken a word, and no one knew what she was thinking about.

Suddenly, Song Zimo slowed down his car and parked by the side of the road.

Only now did Su Ranqing notice that something was wrong with Song Zimo.

"Zimo, what happened to you?" And it was only at this time that Su Ranqing concealed her worry.

Song Zimo pressed a hand to his chest area, his forehead was filled with sweat, and even his veins had popped.

"Let's go to the hospital! I'll take you to the hospital! " Su Ranqing immediately understood that Song Zimo must have some sort of secret disease, so she opened the car door to switch seats with Song Zimo.

"I... "Not going!" Song Zimo reached out his hand to hold Su Ranqing back, and his voice came out intermittently: "I'm not going to the hospital!"

"But your current appearance …"

"Send me back."

Song Zimo said softly, his voice was trembling from the pain. He then worked hard to raise his head to look at Su Ranqing and smiled weakly: "It's just a stomachache, let's go home." There's medicine. "

Su Ranqing pursed her lips, and without saying anything, she switched seats with Song Zimo.

Song Zimo was a stubborn person, if he was sure, he wouldn't easily change his decision.

She didn't want to waste time trying to persuade him, so she might as well drive him home and take his medicine.

Arriving at Song Zimo's home, Su Ranqing supported him to the living room, and then began to rummage through the boxes to look for medicine.

She accidentally knocked over a box with her hand. She was just about to randomly pick it up when she saw the contents of the box. She was suddenly stunned.

Inside the box was everything she had given Song Zimo.

This was a phone pendant for a couple. She said that when they were together for a hundred days, they needed a souvenir. Then, she bought it.

This was the pair cup that she had given to him. On top of it, Rinsky still had a wretched expression.

This is …

One by one, as if everything in the past had been slowly awakened by these things.

Su Ranqing couldn't help but slow down her movements.

Why did he keep them?

The corners of her eyes were slightly wet. It turned out that her past self really had such a childish moment.

At that time, she could have nothing, but she could not lose him.

But she couldn't keep him.

Closing the box, Su Ranqing took out some medicine from the medicine box.

Since she had a stomach condition, she naturally knew what medicine to take. When she returned to the living room, she had already regained her composure.

Pouring the water and taking the medicine, Song Zimo's complexion turned slightly better.

He looked at Su Ranqing, and the corner of his mouth suddenly raised into a smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Su Ranqing was a little confused.

Song Zimo said: "You're worried that I'll look good!"

Su Ranqing's eyes instantly widened. How could there be someone like Song Zimo in this world?

She sighed, "You're no longer a child. Can you take good care of yourself?"

Song Zimo chuckled: "Why should I take good care of myself? If I am sick, able to make you look at me once more, and accompany me for a while longer, then I would rather be sick to the grave myself …"

"Don't speak nonsense!" Su Ranqing covered his mouth with her hands. When she realized that this action was too dubious, she panicked and wanted to take her hand back.

Song Zimo immediately grabbed her hand, the smile on his beautiful face became even wider: "Look, are you still worried about me?"

"Qingqing, do you still love me?" He hugged Su Ranqing and whispered softly.

Three years ago, if he had only opened his arms to her, even if the whole world had stopped her, she would have thrown herself at him without even looking back.

Why did the same embrace give her a suffocating feeling now?

Su Ranqing did not speak.

On the lawn outside the house, she struggled to move her body. Finally, she found an angle that allowed her to record the living room. When she saw what the people in the living room were doing, she picked up her camera excitedly and started recording it with kacha kacha kacha.

Song Zimo greedily absorbed the smell of her body. It had been three years, and he really didn't want to let go after taking her in his arms again.

"Qing Qing, divorce him, and let's start over!"

Song Zimo's voice sounded like thunder from a clear sky as she suddenly pushed Song Zimo away.

"Ran Qing." Song Zimo looked at Su Ranqing with an injured expression.

This kind of gaze made Su Ranqing's heart clench again.

Her chest seemed to be clogged up, and she took a deep breath before calming down.

"It's over between us. He and I are good friends."

She reached out her hand, and a huge diamond ring on her hand glittered: "This is the ring he gave me. We have been married for three years."

Song Zimo's face flashed with a hint of injury.

Su Ranqing hardened his heart: "He's still waiting for me at home. You have nothing to do, I'm going back first."