"Xuehui..." Song Zhiheng looks at Cheng Xuehui with love, and his love in his heart suddenly rises to mange. He looked at Cheng Xuehui so sad that he no longer had the heart to say something that made her feel sad. He can't help but stretch out his hands and embrace Cheng Xuehui in his arms.

Just, did not expect, Cheng Xuehui so obediently "Fu Fa". She is very comfortable and comfortable on the shoulder of song Zhiheng, enjoying the warmth song Zhiheng brings to her.

"Xuehui." Song Zhiheng's mouth slowly spit out these two extremely precious words for him, "believe me, I will give you happiness, and I will try to make you more and more happy."

Cheng Xuehui sobbed faintly. After a few seconds, she was in control of her emotions. She broke away from Song Zhiheng's arms and said to him, "Song Zhiheng, thank you..." She looked at Song Zhiheng vaguely, and continued to say, "I'm sorry..."

"Thank you" and "I'm sorry" appear at the same time. Song Zhiheng certainly knows what this means. Therefore, when Cheng Xuehui looks at Song Zhiheng with that kind of expression full of sorry and embarrassed, song Zhiheng's heart suddenly seems to feel cool. It seems that in this lifetime, loving Cheng Xuehui has become a very difficult thing.

"Xuehui. Why are you so persistent? " Song Zhiheng knows that in Cheng Xuehui's heart, he still can't let Pu Zhihao go. No matter what the reason is, she still loves Park Zhihao deeply, or needs Park Zhihao as a powerful umbrella to protect her. At least, song Zhiheng knows that Cheng Xuehui needs Park Zhihao, but has little demand for him. Even, she didn't care about him at all. Song Zhiheng looks at Cheng Xuehui that pair of incomparably tangled and uncomfortable appearance, to her a little bit all hate not to rise, only continuously love and pity.

Cheng Xuehui's eyes, now incomparably clear. She was obviously unprepared in front of song Zhiheng who loved her so much. She looked at Song Zhiheng and said to him, "Song Zhiheng, how can you not be so persistent? Are you not persistent? "

"No!" Song Zhiheng said firmly to Cheng Xuehui, "I really love you."

"But I don't love you." Cheng Xuehui whispered. Slowly, her voice dropped.

"Really?" Song Zhiheng seems to be able to read the mind like, let Cheng Xuehui's heart can't help but fear. As he spoke, he took a step towards Cheng Xuehui and looked directly at Cheng Xuehui.

Cheng Xuehui can't help but step back. She felt as if she had been seen through by song Zhiheng. She lowered her head and did not dare to see song Zhiheng. After a long time, she convinced herself to raise her head and firmly said to song Zhiheng, "at least now, I don't love you."

"That is to say, in the future, you will fall in love with me." The expression on Song Zhiheng's face is not so tight at last. His eyebrows began to stretch, and the corners of his mouth began to rise slightly, "Xuehui, as long as you haven't been married one day, I still have a chance. As long as I'm alive, I have a chance. I know, I know all about it. " When song Zhiheng said this, he could not help becoming excited. It seems that as long as you think of your own opportunities, you seem to be really close to success.

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