"The Passion Flower House is not far from the foot of the mountain."
Ling Xue's tears finally fell down heavily. Su Mang hurriedly called Zhui Feng: "Feng, please send Xue'er back."
Su Mang was as terrified of Ling Xue's tears as she had already seen Ling Xue's crying skills, and she didn't want to learn it a second time.
"Come with me." Zhui Feng glanced at Ling Xue. There was no emotion on his handsome face, and Ling Xue's tears fell faster.
Ling Xue walked beside Zhui Feng and looked at Zhui Feng's cold profile, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Why couldn't he coax her softly?
Even if he doesn't have to say sorry to her, but just cares about her with a few words of kindness, she can find a way out and be with him again.
But he didn't want to. He had such a cold and indifferent look that she couldn't help but start over with him again.
Really unable to stand the almost suffocating low air pressure, Ling Xue bit her lower lip and asked, "Zhui Feng, why are you ignoring me? Are you blaming me?"
Zhuifeng said calmly: "You think too much, don't think too much, as long as you don't mean it, the young master and the young lady will not blame you."
Just one sentence succeeded in irritating Ling Xue. She suddenly stopped and glared at Zhui Feng with wide eyes, "Feng! When will you stop opening your mouth, young master, and keep your mouth closed, young lady? Times are different now. You are you, you
You are your own master, not anyone else’s slave! Why do you have to think about them in everything? Can’t you think more about yourself?”
Zhui Feng looked at her coldly, and then said calmly for a long time: "Miss Ling, if you don't like this place, you should go back as soon as possible. The world does not revolve around you, and you will not be able to get what you want.
What to get!"
After saying that, he turned around and left with a determined look on his back, showing no regrets.
If he was still a little bit reluctant to let go of Ling Xue before, Ling Xue's words just now officially brought an end to their relationship.
They were never from the same world. He couldn't afford the life Ling Xue wanted. When he and Ling Xue were together, he never had the feeling of soul trembling. He didn't know what love was before, so it was natural that they were attracted to each other.
Together, and after so many things happened, he finally understood that she was really not the person he wanted to spend his life with.
Looking at Zhui Feng's unrepentant back, Ling Xue froze on the spot, tears falling crazily.
She doesn't understand!
She doesn't understand at all!
She loves him so much, why can't he return the same love to her?
Zhui Feng returned to the main house with a gloomy expression. Miao had been sent back to the room, Jing was sent to the Baixianghua House to investigate, Su Mang had also changed his clothes, and Jiang Liuyun was applying medicine to the bruise on Su Mang's neck.
"Feng, you look so ugly. Did you quarrel with Xue'er?" Su Mang raised his eyes and looked at Zhui Feng.
Zhui Feng shrugged, "This is the last time! I will never quarrel with her again!"
"you……"
"It's completely over!" Zhui Feng shrugged again.
Su Mang looked at him helplessly, "Feng, Xueer is actually very good, gentle and beautiful. Although she is a little willful now, she is still young. In the future..."
"Su Su, that is Zhui Feng's own matter, let him decide what to do." Jiang Liuyun interrupted her.
"Yes," Zhui Feng agreed, "Xue'er and I are really not suitable for each other. Are you trying to force me to be with her?"
