Chapter 884

She lowered her eyes to cover her emotions.

He doesn't like it?

Su Yan bit her lip.

After a long silence,

"I won't do that again."

This is the third time she said it.

Feng Rong looks at Su Yan with her head down. Her eyes are bright or dark.

"Why do you guarantee this for me? What's our relationship?"

Listen to Su Yan.

For a moment.

Raise your head.

Feng Rong is close to her. She can even feel his burning breath.

"We have nothing to do with fame, don't we?"

Su Yan looked at him and was silent for a long time.

They have nothing to do with it.

She was in a trance, and even Feng Rong could feel the fleeting loss when she heard this sentence.

But soon, Suyan recovered.

She nodded

"you're right."

She's just the man Feng Guoyuan didn't marry.

It has nothing to do with Feng Rong.

She looked at him

"we have nothing to do with each other, so you can't question me about my gift to others."

Feng Rong's eyes flashed a gloom.

It's very hard to hold her wrist.

I was going to be angry with her, but at last I was angry with myself.

"Say it again."

Su Yan looks at him. After a long time, he makes a serious voice

"I like you, it's true."

I don't know how. There is a trace of grievance.

After that, Su Yan said nothing more.

He didn't believe that she liked him.

She didn't want to kiss him.

There is no relationship between them.

So what does he mean?

Su Yan thought about all three carefully.

Yeah, just playing with her?

To this conclusion, she lowered her head and her eyelashes vibrated a few times.

I feel a little sad.

The chest is stuffy.

"May I go now?"

Except for rainy days, Su Yan's mood is always controlled within reason.

But when I met him, I always felt that I would not be controlled.

In the end, Feng Rong didn't say a word.

Su Yan stood up and let go of his hand.

Go outside.

She walked along the road.

From afternoon to dusk.

Listen to Xiaohua.

Step by step.

Head down, I don't know what I'm thinking.

She didn't know how long she had gone until she arrived.

Two hours, three hours?

Until, hand to hold a roadside tree.

Her face was a little white, and the sweat of pea dropped down and wet her hair.

Her body is not as good as it used to be because it has been injected with medicine.

"Host, you can't walk like this."

Su Yan didn't speak.

A long time later.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not going to die."

In her cognitive standards.

As long as you can't die, you can live with it.

Although, she now looks, very weak.

I had a rest.

She went on.

Just about to leave.

A strong hand took hold of her arm.

She was stunned.

In turn, he was held horizontally.

The man was wearing hospital clothes and bandages on his feet.

It's Fengrong.

He looked down at her pale face.

The tone is inexplicable

"why did you need to borrow money from me at the beginning?"

Su Yan looked at him first, then at his legs.

He walked normally, not in the least injured.

When Su Yan heard him, he lowered his head and said stiffly, "I don't think you will mind."

Feng Rong steps.

Take a look at her.

Nothing was said.

Holding her up and getting on the bus.

Red night in the driving position.

The young master pretended to be injured so long that he intended to clean up a group of people.

Now, for the sake of this woman, all of them have failed.

Alas.