[69 Book Bar - www.] His hands are slender as always, with sharp and complex beauty. At this moment, they are hovering between his thick eyebrows that are screwed up like screws.
That's usually a sign of his sullenness.
The shadow of the moon moved slowly, and the cold wind blew, causing his eyes to reflect the moonlight like strips of white cloth like cold pools, filled with a touch of sadness that made it hard for people to distinguish.
Qingwu looked back at the dark and quiet corridor.
When he turned back to look up at Ling Yansen, the tears in his eyes had already been held back.
"Aren't you in a hurry to get back to the hospital? Why didn't you say anything after you came down?"
The bridge of his nose was as straight and handsome as an undulating mountain peak that she had traveled through mountains and rivers but never crossed, with a sharp and pointed coldness.
It seemed that he still sighed, and the soft hum diffused from the tip of his nose, mixing with dust in the air and being knocked down by the mist.
Then he opened the buttons of his suit jacket, lifted it up and down with his long hands, and the jacket with his cool body temperature covered most of her body.
Qingwu flinched for no reason.
This action, seen in Ling Yansen's falcon-like eyes, became a clear statement of rejection, and his face darkened again, revealing a wordless silence.
She was obviously very familiar with his scent, which was still clear and strong, but perhaps because of her pregnancy, her sense of smell had become very picky and would change with her mood. Therefore, the strong masculinity floating on her clothes...
It always makes her feel strange and scared.
Ling Yansen moved his lips, as if he was having a final ideological struggle, and he seemed to be considering his tone and words.
However, he knew very well in his heart that no matter how he thought about it, the words he said would definitely be the kind of hurtful words that he didn't want to say. But for her, for the thin and thin girl in front of him, he had no choice.
"What did Manyin say to you?"
Qingwu was stunned and raised her head. His face was expressionless, and his deep voice was like a cello in the dark night, playing a depressing sound that made people mad.
"Ling Yansen, I'm sleepy. What do you want to ask and what do you want to blame? Just be direct. Yes, I went to the hospital in the afternoon, but it was Xiao Manyin who called me and vowed to see me and talk to me.
Let me talk about it before I go!"
Ling Yansen's lips were pursed very hard. If he was generally sullen, the line would not be so stiff. But at this moment, the lip line was comparable to a hard straight line. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, as if suppressing his anger. After a while
Then he raised his head, and his black hole-like eyes were locked on her, like countless dark lights, forming a circle, surrounding her, preparing to torture her.
"What did you say to her?"
He changed his form and asked similar questions.
Qingwu was angry and didn't understand why he cared so much about the boring conversation between her and that crazy woman Xiao Manyin. He even seemed a little nervous. This was vaguely visible from his tight outlines.
The more this happened, the angrier Qingwu became, the more she wanted to break the pot, and the less she wanted to tell him. In fact, she was still afraid that Xiao Manyin was going to die. She didn't want to destroy her image in Ling Yansen's heart. Yes, she
She is just stupid. Instead of being kind to Xiao Manyin, she still cares about the emotions of the man in front of her who is hurting her!
"Manyin... she has been in the operating room since you left until now. I don't know whether she is alive or dead. A nurse said she saw you pushing her before you left. I watched the surveillance video. Maybe it was from the camera.
There's something wrong with the location. Ah Wu, I'm not accusing you or not believing you, but you did have an argument with her. I can't hear what you are saying, and I don't know what she said to make you so angry.
In short, her condition is really not good. If she doesn’t survive the operation this time, that’s fine. It’s over. If she survives, I hope you won’t have any contact with her in the future.”
He said it was a hope, but that cold expression was clearly a command.
Qingwu suddenly wanted to laugh, hard and loud, with tears in her eyes.
Oh, I'm so sorry, Ling Yansen, I pushed your sweetheart, but do you know? What did she say? Am I the kind of woman who will conflict with others for no reason? You keep saying you love me in vain,
But it seems that he doesn’t understand me well enough...
She won't let me see her again, so she's so nervous? Are you afraid that I'll push her again?
If possible, I really want to slap you.
Forget it, I'm not even interested in slapping you anymore.
Qingwu stared straight at her eyes. Those eyes were like two stars falling in the cold blue sky. They were very bright and cold. Perhaps they were covered with heavy mist and condensed into ice during their falling, so
, that kind of gaze lacks warmth.
A man makes the eyes of a woman who loves him lose their warmth.
This is sin.
She stared at Ling Yansen, quietly and without expression, but there was sadness hidden deep in her eyes.
She opened her lips, and after thinking about it, she finally had no worries. She was so afraid of hurting him, but he didn't seem to understand her mood and fear, so there was no need for her to care so much, right?
"Ling Yansen, do you know...who killed your eldest brother Xu Tianjue?"
Sure enough, Ling Yansen's expression changed, becoming secretive, and the murderous aura between his brows showed his demonic nature, which was overbearing.
He answered quickly, and his tone was like copper and iron, cold and hard, as cold as ice.
"Don't talk nonsense. My eldest brother committed suicide. Don't mention my family's affairs in front of me."
Qingwu blinked her eyes. She subconsciously covered her auricles, which were in severe pain, and sniffed. She thought it was too cold at night, so she had to sniff to dispel the cold air.
She continued to laugh, it was ugly, but she didn't care anymore.
"That's your good sister-in-law lying in the hospital, Xiao Manyin! It was she who killed your beloved eldest brother, Xu Tianjue! Ling Yansen, you don't know at all that you have been fooled around by Xiao Manyin for so many years, and you have been fooled by her.
I kept it in the dark for so many years!”
Qingwu roared out, and the shrill voice was like a piece of white silk in the silent night, twisting and floating into the distance, echoing over and over again, making it appear quiet and eerie.
She shivered with her body wrapped in cold air and stared nervously at Ling Yansen's reaction. After all, she was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the heavy blow, was afraid to see his expression of disbelief, was afraid to see his broken face.
However, after waiting for tens of seconds, nothing she feared came.
Ling Yansen didn't even move. His eyes, which were as dark as falling into a deep well, quickly flashed with a hint of abnormality, and then returned to the dead silence and coldness as before. His handsome and cold-blooded silhouette didn't even twitch in the slightest.
This reaction was so abnormal that Qingwu wondered if he had suddenly lost his hearing or was overly sad?
"Ling Yansen? Did you hear that? I said Xiao Manyin was the real murderer of your eldest brother. That woman went crazy eight years ago. Do you know..."
Qing Wu was in chaos, desperate and helpless, losing her mind, swaying Ling Yansen, anxious and scared, trying to get him to react as he should.
Then, in the next second, Ling Yansen took a step back and left her palm. His deep and sharp black eyes suddenly became completely cold, like a meteorite falling and hitting a planet, and the sparks that came out were difficult for him to cover up.
of anger.
"I know, this is my family's business, please stay out of it."
Qingwu couldn't react. Her body seemed to be shaken to the ground by his mechanical and cold voice, which was like pulling a belt. She was unconscious. She was dead and her heart was dead.
She was passionate about him, she was worried about him, she was worried about him, she was afraid for him, all the emotions that she cared about him because she loved him were cut into pieces bit by bit by a knife in his cold voice like a death sentence.
Dear Ling Yansen, I was so worried that you wouldn't be able to bear this blow, so I kept swallowing the pain, suppressing it in my heart, thinking, I can't tell you, I can't let you collapse.
Ah, it turns out that you have known it for a long time. It turns out that Xiao Manyin killed your eldest brother in such a calm manner. It turns out that in your eyes, it is just a trivial matter that cannot arouse your deep hatred and hatred. It cannot arouse you.
His collapse was not as important as Xiao Manyin's illness.
Yes or no?
Qingwu admitted that at this moment, she had nothing to say, and there was no need to continue this conversation. Anyway, she had to worry less, mention less, and keep silent.
So, is it necessary to continue such a relationship?
The hands hidden behind her back were rubbing the crumbled test sheet like clothes. The test sheet was washed away by the cold sweat in her palms. With a soft pinch, she could pinch out a lot of purple-red ones.
Water comes.
She kneaded the wet fingers into her palms, flattened them, crushed them, and pretended that they had never existed.
"I'm sleepy. I'll give you your clothes and I'll go to bed."
She quickly returned his coat to him as if throwing away something dangerous, and admired herself. She said this sentence with unusual calmness, but in fact the ending was still wet and had a thick nasal sound.
Qingwu lowered her head and turned around.
Ling Yansen kept standing without moving, his fingers clenching something tightly until his finger bones were twisted. When he looked down, he saw that the piece of suit he had grabbed was so wrinkled that it could no longer be put on the table.
In his ears, he could hear the heavy and suppressed footsteps that were as loud as his heartbeat. He walked across the corridor, sad and hesitant, lonely and thin, just like her back turned and ran away just now. It kept trembling in his ears with sadness.
of arc.
After a long time, he turned around.
No one saw that his back was no longer as sharp and upright as before. His thin back was arched, and he looked slightly hunched, which was very ugly.
As for the reason why he was hunched over, it was probably because the piles of weight on his shoulders were too heavy, and gradually he could no longer hold them up.
Ah Wu, we are doing very well, yes, this is how it should be.
But Ah Wu, I am obviously doing something that as your man should do for you, why do I still make you cry and sad at the same time?
I hate that I love you infinitely, but what I can do is limited after all.
Ling Yansen took out his cell phone and called Lin Wencai, who was watching outside the operating room door.