Lin Wei said that she was their lucky star, but without them, where would she be? Would she no longer be in this world?
She didn't know why God was so unfair. For a good woman like Lin Wei, God should treat her kindly.
When the car arrived at the hot spring resort they had booked, Cheng Shenke found a parking space and parked the car.
Cheng Ningyou quickly unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car. She didn't speak any more the whole way. After getting off the car, she kept her head down, with red eyes.
"I'm in urgent need of urination. Go take care of it first and call me later."
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.
She found the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and kept running cold water over her face, but the more she flushed, the redder her eyes became.
Lin Wei has always been very sad recently, and this time when they went abroad, the situation must be very pessimistic.
She covered her face with her wet hands and took two shaky breaths.
Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder from behind, the palm was big and warm.
Cheng Ningyou's face was watery and her eyes were blurry. She put down her hand and saw the tall figure wearing a white shirt behind the mirror. She turned around and hugged his waist.
"凊珂."
A familiar yet unfamiliar scent of perfume entered her nose, just for a moment.
The body held by her stiffened, and then he rubbed her soft hair with his big hands.
"What can I do for her? If I don't exist in this world without you, and you think of me everywhere, what can I do for you? Lin Wei is not well, why don't you tell me
, and still allows me to do such stupid things, how sad Lin Wei must be."
She could no longer control her tears. She had rarely shed tears in the past three years. Even when she had a few headaches and scratched the sheets, she never cried. This time she really couldn't be strong anymore.
She is not as strong as Lin Wei imagined.
When she thought about taking Lin Wei shopping yesterday, she wanted to beat herself to death.
Pei Mochen raised her head, and the softest part of her heart was touched by Cheng Ningyou's words, 'Zhang Mofei, without you, there would be no Yangyang in this world.' He could understand her current mood.
"Stop crying. Since she doesn't want you to know, just pretend."
His voice had a thick nasal sound, his tone was gentle, and he was full of care.
Cheng Ningyou already knew who the person he was holding was the smell of perfume that hit his nostrils. The smell of perfume was familiar and unique, as if he had smelled it for many years, but it was not very real.
But now she just wants to find someone to hold her and cry, talk to her about what's on her mind, and tell her how much of a bastard she is.
He sniffed, rubbed his eyes with his hands, and continued crying, "She will be fine, right? She will be fine, right?"
Pei Mochen lowered his eyes and looked at the little person in his arms, with a layer of soft light in his eyes, and held her tightly with his hands.
Zhang Mofei cried a lot when she was a child. After she was eight years old, she almost never cried. I saw her eyes turn red a few times.
During the college entrance examination, she often sat on the balcony and worried. He wanted to do young and frivolous things several times. Her tears were more precious to him and made him feel more distressed.
He patted her back gently with his big hand, "She will be fine, don't cry."
Cheng Ning was sobbing non-stop, and Pei Mochen's white shirt was stained with snot and tears, "But why am I so sad? Is a woman's sixth sense very good?"
Pei Mochen said, "It varies from person to person."
