Chapter 603

I knew Suho, but I had to pretend I didn't. I went over and handed her a tissue. She looked up at me but didn't answer.

I really don't know where I made her hate me so much.

Sang Shixi's story, I heard him tell me, his memory is good, this time and the last time the story content is roughly the same, I heard no waves, eyebrows do not drive.

Such melancholy little students as Tang Zizhe are very popular. Some little girls like this kind of sentimentality.

Tang Zizhe also sat down opposite me, cross legged, his eyes full of melancholy.

I found a piece of grass, sat down and raised my chin to him: "then start your story!"

There's no rule. It's cool to fall in love with my older sister.

"Who stipulates that the man must be bigger than the woman?"

"You and Su Wan are several years apart. How can you be lovers?"

"Yes."

"Are you and Su Wan lovers?"

The logic is right, but the age is not right.

Tang Zizhe is only 24 years old this year, and it has been several years since Su Wan died. She and sang Shixi and sang Qi are college classmates. At least this year, they are about the same size as sang Qi, so I didn't think about Su Wan and Tang Zizhe at that time.

I've made such an assumption before, but it's just an assumption.

He suddenly looked up at me, dark and deep eyes, he did not speak, but I suddenly seem to understand.

Tang Zizhe doesn't speak. His eyes are hidden in his hair. Although I can't see his eyes, I can feel his sadness.

"Oh?" He seemed to know the inside story: "do you know who the child is?"

"Su Wan's children are not from sangqi."

"What do you say?" Listening to Tang Zizhe's words, I feel very excited about him.

"Half of what sang Shixi said yesterday is false."

I was admiring the beautiful man when Tang Zizhe finally spoke.

Sunlight from the leaves of the middle of the gap scattered down, fell on his shoulders and hair, I think to see his face I can eat a meal, no wonder his fans said his face is the next meal.

I walked with him to a secret place where no one passed by. He leaned against a big tree with his head down. His eyes were covered with long bangs, which made him feel like a Japanese flower.

"There is still time for chatting, just don't let Sun Yibai find out."

"If I have time, I'll talk to you."

Since he called me on his own initiative, I stopped and said, "what's up?"

As I passed by Tang Zizhe, he suddenly stopped me: "summer solstice."

When he saw that I was still cold, I didn't expect him to be grateful to me, as long as he didn't go to the trouble of sangqi.

The next day I went to the set and met Tang Zizhe.

However, sang Shixi was not in the mood to deal with me. After returning to Sang's home, he said good night to each other at the door, and then went back to his respective rooms.

I don't want to owe anyone.

In fact, to tell you the truth, I don't want sang Shixi to be paralyzed. If he really did something to my parents, he would surely pay for it. But if he was paralyzed, it was because of me, which would make me feel very bad.

Last time I heard the doctor tell me that if the condition of Sanshi was serious, he would have the risk of paralysis. He never went to the hospital for systematic treatment.

The most likely is that his spinal disease is becoming more serious now. I saw him taking medicine secretly at night, which is definitely not as simple as vitamins.

No matter how bad I drive, I can't even step on the brake like him. On the way back, I kept muttering, what's the matter with Sang Shixi?

After thinking about it, he got down from the cab and said, "just drive. Be careful."

But I didn't go deep into it: "if it's OK, I'll drive instead."

His condition is not very good. His body is very stiff. It seems that the whole person can't move just now. It's definitely not the cramp he said.

It took him a long time to say, "it's OK. I just had a cramp in my foot." He turned to me with a smile: "it's ok now."

I patted him on the shoulder. "What's the matter with you?"

Sang Shixi seemed to have been punctured. He was frozen in his seat.

What's going on? I quickly turned over and stepped on the brake for him. The car stopped on the side of the road. Because of the brake, I almost didn't fly out of the window.

"Step on the brake for me!" He called in a low voice.

"What's the matter with you, Sanshi?"

Sang Shixi drove me home. I found that his car was driving faster and faster. I sat in the co pilot's seat and put my hand on his arm. I found that his muscles were very tense.

Sang Shixi and I left first. I don't think Tang Zizhe will go to find sang Qi for the time being. After all, the person he wants to find has already been found.He patted Tang Zizhe on the shoulder: "it's not in vain for my wife to intercede for you."

He nodded generously: "then protect SOHO."

I don't think I have the right to speak in front of Sangshi West, but he brought me here and let me see Suho. He must have sold my face.

I looked at Suhe sitting on the sofa with his head down and knees in his arms, and then looked up at sang Shixi.

"Suhe, please let her go. I believe Tang Zizhe can protect her. It's hard for sangqi to protect itself now, and it won't do anything to Suhe. "

Sanshi stared at me: "well, since you help him intercede, I can assume that today's event has not happened."

"I'm not curious, you know."

"You don't want to know why he came to help SOHO?"

That being the case, I'll push the boat with the current and help fatty zhe plead with Sang Shixi: "you let him go. There's still a play to shoot tomorrow."

Sang Shixi shrugged noncommittally: "otherwise?"

"So you locked Suho up to protect her?"

"Doesn't Suho always want to avenge her sister? How can sang Qi give him this opportunity? "

"What do you mean? "

" for her safety. "

"Then why are you keeping SOHO here?"

Tang Zizhe suddenly gave a strange smile. It's hard to understand the meaning of his smile.

"What else?" Sang Shixi asked him.

Tang Zizhe looked at sang Shixi and asked him, "so the child in Su Wan's stomach belongs to Sang Qi?"

But now I know that Tang Zizhe's melancholy is not pretended.

He holds his knees, white canvas shoes on the green grass, forming a beautiful and strong vision.

He finally began to tell.