"You seem to be enjoying the scolding?" His evil voice sounded, and he immediately let go of her nagging mouth, and naturally put his hand on Qinge's shoulder.
Their eyes met, he only had her in his eyes, and so did she.
Isn't it said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, so what they see in each other's eyes now will be the truest thoughts in their hearts? There is no impurity in their eyes, and there is no room for anything else, as if there is only each other,
Just look deeply, deeply.
The heart was beating violently, steadily and powerfully. In this cold winter, in this windy and snowy but extremely warm night, there seemed to be something quietly connected between Du Yuochen and Xia Qingge.
It's like the originally incomplete and broken bridge was re-embanked and reinforced, turning it into a stronger stone bridge, unbreakable.
It seemed like a whole century, and it seemed like it was only a second. Qingge woke up from his daze, and Du Jiechen gradually became clear.
Perhaps sensing the unusual and awkward atmosphere between them, Du Chaochen spoke first and broke the silence between the two: "Can you make a snowman? How could you be so ugly?" He pretended to be calm and calm.
If you look closely at his face, you will find that under the light, his handsome face has an unnatural flush.
Qingge stood in the snow and couldn't come to her senses for a long time. Is this really Du Caochen? Du Caochen would say to her in a pleasant manner that the snowman she made was too ugly, with a proud look on her face;
Chen Hui personally went to the snow to build a snowman, just to prove that the snowman she built was indeed ugly and confident.
Who can tell her whether Du Caochen's strings are wrong or whether he has been stimulated by something? He not only allowed herself to trust him, but also took good care of her. Can she really trust Du Caochen like this? Can she rely on him?
? Or another illusion. She would rather believe that the current Du Caochen is the real Du Caochen!
The former violent him and the former Xia Qingge are dead, and they all died in the memories, so that she would not suffer in agony just to have the memories of the past, so that she would not think of what Du Yuochen had given her.
Those injuries were frightening, so she would give herself an excuse and a reason to believe and accept!
But is he the real him now? Or is he another malicious joke of fate?
Qingge shook her head and swept away the haze in her eyes. Maybe she didn't notice it, but when her eyes fell on the tall figure in the snow, the tenderness in her eyes was as deep as water and mist.
Du Liaochen's shout interrupted her thoughts. He faced her directly with a serious look, his eyes fell on her unpredictable and pretty face, and displayed the snowman he had made from behind in a very showy way, as if he had made a snowman.
The child who is waiting for praise for his good deeds has a sweet smile on his face.
I don’t know when the snow started to fall in the sky again. The weather in December is always accompanied by fluttering snowflakes, and it seems that I spend all the time in the snow. The branches on the trees have long been bent down by the weight of snow.
, both sides of the road are piled up one after another into small snow mountains, which glow crystal clear under the sunlight.
The snowflakes followed the dim street lights, made pituitary movements, and fell freely. Shaqinge stood in the snow, and the warm yellow woolen coat on her body made her delicate eyebrows even more charming in this situation, and her eyes were full of pulse.
The pulse is full of emotion.
For a moment, Du Liaochen was almost stunned. She was really beautiful! Especially her pair of crystal eyes, which were so radiant that people couldn't bear to look away from her. Her eyebrows were delicate and her face was so beautiful.
He thought that the relationship between them during these days did not seem to be so unpleasant. On the contrary, he felt extremely lucky and happy. He never knew that a woman could influence his mind like this, nor did he know that
He still has feelings. After years of being in the world of politics, shopping malls, years of bloodshed, and intrigues, he thought that his heart had long been numb and he would not care about anyone.
However, now, he soberly discovered that not only was his heart not numb to the point of being unconscious, but it was extremely awake and beating extremely vividly. His heart was still alive! I don't know if this discovery meant anything to Du Yuochen.
It's a good thing. Can someone like him really have feelings? Is it really possible?
In fact, he has asked himself this question over and over again, hundreds, thousands of times, even every time Zinge was hurt and cried, and even every time he was addicted and unable to extricate himself, he had to ask himself
.However, sometimes, the results of things are not something we can figure out just by thinking about it, nor can you definitely get the answer if you think about it more times.
So every time he thought about it, he couldn't seem to get an answer that was enough to convince him. He thought that if he had known that there would be such an entanglement with Xia Qingge, he would never have ordered the acquisition of her father's company. He would not have ordered the acquisition of her father's company.
He would choose to take away her innocence and force her to have sex every night. He would definitely not threaten her with the safety of her mother and the Shen family to stay by his side.
But all that happened, even if he said sorry a thousand or ten thousand times, what was the use? Her tears dried up, her heart was broken, and even her body was hurt by him again and again.
Hurt, what right does he have to ask for her forgiveness, and what right does he have to ask her to forget the hurt he has caused her and stay with him without any complaints?
He never asked her what she thought, because he was afraid that she would say it without hesitation, that she would turn around without any attachment and leave decisively, because she said she hated him forever.
However, he also wanted to ask her whether the resentment in her heart had diminished a little bit during the time they were living together peacefully, even just a little bit. No matter how much he cared for her,
, how pampered, how good, she was always indifferent in her heart.
Because she didn't have him in her heart, no matter what he did, she could be so calm and unconcerned. This was the saddest thing.
She was so jealous last night that he was so happy because he thought she was really angry about his scandal. It was really funny to him that she would care about this.
He knew clearly that she wouldn't care? Even though he knew it, he still wanted to care and wanted to convince himself. Du Yuochen, you care. Even if you can deceive others, you can't deceive your own heart. You are
You care, more than anyone else. You care about everything about this girl who suddenly breaks into your life, her body and her heart!
Du Liaochen's face suddenly darkened, and he didn't know what he thought of. His child-like smile just now disappeared. A pair of black eyes stared at Xia Qingge tightly, and the complex emotions inside were indescribable.
I'm afraid even he himself can't explain it clearly.
When Qingge saw his handsome face that suddenly dropped, his heart skipped a beat. He didn't know what he had done wrong to make him unhappy. Just now, he was still fine, but he made a new snowman because his snowman was ugly.
Just now he was showing off to her the snowman he had built, but after just a moment, he seemed to have completely changed. His face was expressionless, making it difficult for people to figure out what he was thinking.
"Du Qiaochen, what's wrong with you? If you were angry because I said your snowman was ugly, I'd like to apologize to you, but...but...don't look at me like that." She said.
At that moment, his hands clenched tightly into fists.
After hearing her words, Du Chaochen noticed the woman in front of him. Her small face instantly turned pale again. Although she tried her best to hide the panic in her eyes, she still couldn't escape his eyes.
She must have thought about those memories that made her so humiliating, and she must be trapped in the quagmire of memories and painful. Otherwise, how could she have such an expression of despair and grief again? Otherwise, how could she see it from her face?
To the point where she is terrified of herself?
He suddenly felt that his heart was in extreme pain. This feeling made him almost breathless. He lowered his head, took a few steps closer, took her frightened and frail body into his arms, and said in an extremely gentle and distressed tone.
: "Your snowman is prettier than mine, but mine is ugly. I'm not angry, and I don't blame you. I'm just wondering why you're so afraid of me. Is it because I've caused you too much pain?"
"
He continued to speak affectionately: "I thought that after so much experience between us, even if you still hate me, or even hate me, it should gradually fade away, right? But every time I see your face full of
Looking at me in horror, I felt like what an evil person I was. I could hurt you, who was once a simple and kind-hearted person, to the point of being scarred. After I even tried to hurt you, I thought that as long as I was nice to you, my wounds would be healed.
Healed. But I never asked you, can those injuries you suffered can still be cured? Am I stupid? "
Qingge shook her head, tears gushing out from her eyes, and the hot liquid fell into his warm chest drop by drop. Listening to his words, her heart trembled slightly.
She had never heard him say such emotional words before. The words he said to her were either harsh and harsh, like thousands of arrows piercing her heart, or they were so playful and uninhibited that it was hard to tell whether they were true or false! She didn't know what came out of his mouth.
Whether it is in his heart, no one has ever been able to see clearly for such a thoughtful and unpredictable person.
She had hated him, ever since he forced her into this place, ever since he treated her violently, but her hatred for herself became more and more vague and she became less and less confident. So much so that now, he hates her
Saying such tender words, she even doubted whether she really hated him, as much as she said she hated him!
She couldn't see her own heart clearly, but until the end, she still carried her hatred for him, and was moved by his affection, his care, and his tenderness. Her body and her heart were unknown.
She has already sunk! Maybe she noticed it herself, but she didn't believe it, didn't care, didn't dare to believe it, didn't dare to care.
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