The woman who was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone was startled, and she raised her head slightly. A trace of unfamiliarity flashed across her charming and beautiful face, and she said lukewarmly: "Who is your sister?"
Who is your sister?
When Chu He heard this, his body trembled suddenly. He opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say a word.
She doesn't recognize herself.
As early as eight years ago, she broke up with him and cut off all contact. In the past eight years, the two siblings who were once the most affectionate were separated by an ocean, and they never exchanged a word or said hello. It seemed like she
This person has never appeared in my life.
Now, the siblings are reunited again, but their former friendship has long been lost.
Chu He's mind was buzzing, and his legs felt as if they had been filled with mercury, extremely heavy. He wanted to walk towards the woman, but he couldn't move his legs. Or maybe - he didn't have the courage to get close to this woman who once loved him so lovingly?
Chu He just stood like this, looking at the woman intently.
The woman, on the other hand, was staring at the screen intently, fiddling with it with her fingers.
If anyone is watching from the side, they will definitely laugh out loud: "Mr. Liu, your bubble shooting skills need to be improved."
She was very beautiful. At least in the seventeen years before Chu He's life, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
She has exquisite facial features under her fair skin. Her height of 1.7 meters adds a bit of aura to her. Her face is very enchanting, but there is a hint of pure beauty in the enchantment. She is like a beauty who has purified her demonic nature.
Fox. Meier is not vulgar. Beautiful but not greasy.
Her curves are undoubtedly exquisite. The areas that should be slender are slim and the areas that should be plump are towering and surging. Paired with the subtle wildness honed in the military camp. The woman wrapped in a white shirt and nestled on the sofa gives a strong contrast.
and stunning.
According to He Ning's psychological activities, a thirty-five-year-old woman was born like her. She can definitely be called the best in the world.
Time passed by minute by second. Chu He didn't dare to lean over. The three elderly people in the kitchen didn't have the courage to run out and cause trouble.
An hour later, the woman who continued to fail made some movement.
She frowned and threw her phone on the coffee table, stood up, and walked past Chu He calmly, walking towards the second floor.
"Silly boy, go up!" The old secretary stuck his head out and winked at Chuhe. He looked like you could go up and execute my granddaughter on the spot without even frowning.
Chu He felt bitter in his heart, and when the woman disappeared around the corner of the stairs, he said softly: "Sister, maybe she will never forgive me in her lifetime."
"Confused!" The old secretary finally walked out of the kitchen and patted Chu He on the shoulder. "How deeply do I love you before I hate you to the core? Xiao Chu. You are also twenty-six years old this year. After all, you have experienced a failed marriage.
Mature man. How come you don’t understand a woman’s heart at all?”
"Your uncle!" The old general came out with braised elbows and glared at him. "You're right to enlighten Xiao Chu. Why do you want my Hongyu to be shot?"
The old general took the initiative to retreat. The old secretary would not be on the same level as him. Otherwise, according to his past temper, a fight would have been possible on the spot. Ignoring his call, the old secretary brought a bowl of lotus seed soup out of the kitchen: "She rushed back after a long journey.
Baicheng. He didn't even eat lunch. He will return to the military area early tomorrow morning. Xiao Chu, bring this bowl of soup to her and have a good chat." The old secretary sighed softly. "You have been good friends since you were young, but you shouldn't be in such trouble now.
.”
Chu He said bitterly: "Do you really want to go up?"
He didn't dare to face Liu Yue. Just like the wealthy young master who pursued her back then. He loved her so much that he loved her so much that he didn't dare to get close. Back then, Chu He joked that those grandsons were as timid as mice. Now that it's his turn, is this considered retribution in this world?
?
"Go up." The old secretary frowned. "Is it possible that you want her to take the initiative to find you?"
Chu He picked up the clear lotus seed soup and nodded: "Okay. I'll go."
"Be proactive," the old secretary encouraged. "Even if she points a gun at you, don't give in."
"Nonsense!" the old general said dissatisfied. "What if we really shoot?"
"What a fool. Is my granddaughter so cruel?" the old secretary scolded.
Chu He hurriedly went upstairs to escape from the battlefield on the first floor. He was afraid that the lotus seed soup in his hand would be snatched away by these two old guys and they would hit each other on the head.
The villa has three floors. The first floor combines the living room, dining room and reception room. The second floor is mostly occupied by the master bedroom. When Chu He spent the night here, he lived in the innermost room. It was originally the bedroom of the old secretary and his wife next to it, but Liu Yue took care of it for the convenience of
The young Chu He forced the two elderly people who were not very agile to the third floor and moved to the second floor by himself.
Stepping on the wooden floor, he felt mixed emotions in his heart.
This villa occupies most of his childhood memories. And these memories come to mind, but there is never a lack of her beautiful figure. Nowadays, things have changed. Even entering the gate, he has to rely on his third grandfather to open the way. Is it ironic?
Walking to the door, Chu He concentrated for a moment and knocked gently on the door.
Dong Dong.
No one responded.
Chu He waited patiently for a minute before knocking on the door again. He added: "Sister, Grandpa Liu said that you haven't eaten all day, so he asked you to drink a bowl of soup first."
Still no one responded.
Chu He struggled in his heart and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door for the third time when the door opened with a click.
Chu He's outstretched hand stayed in the air, and he looked at the woman who opened the door with a slightly reserved expression. He made a growl in his throat and said softly: "Sister, you have to drink the soup while it's hot."
The woman's extremely beautiful cheeks had a strong sense of distance as she said, "Let it go."
After that, he went back to the room and walked towards the balcony where the breeze was blowing.
Chu He entered the room carefully, but didn't know where to put the soup. Seeing the woman sitting on the wicker chair on the balcony, and tea being brewed on the wicker coffee table, he mustered up the courage to walk over and put the lotus seed soup in front of the woman, his tone stiff.
Said: "Drinking tea on an empty stomach is not good for your stomach. Let's drink the soup first."
The woman lay quietly on the wicker chair, making no sound or making any reaction.
The woman's extremely cold attitude left Chu He at a loss what to do.
Once upon a time, his relationship with women was pleasant, happy, and even better. She liked to hold his arm when shopping and watching movies. Whether eating out or at home, she would always pick up food for him and let him eat.
Until Chu He grew up. Later, Chu He grew up and surpassed women. The woman who liked to carry him on her back on the road finally couldn't carry him. After being drunk, the woman smiled and lay on the back of Kong Wu's powerful Chu He.
He raised his legs and clamped Chu He's waist.
"Sister, I can't walk anymore," the woman said, lying on the man's neck.
"Sister, take a nap while I carry you," the man said.
"Tell your sister if you can't carry it anymore," the woman said.
"It's easy to carry," the man said. "My sister used to carry me on her back. Now it's my turn to repay you."
"Sister, I've been carrying you for ten years." The woman bit her lip.
"I can carry my sister on my back for the rest of my life." The man said boldly.
"Don't lie to sister." The woman's beautiful and bright eyes were dancing with happiness, and she lay on the man's back and said. "Sister knows how to hold grudges."
"Liar is a puppy," the man said.
"The tea is served," the man said.
The woman on the wicker chair came to her senses slightly, sat up and made tea.
The fragrance of the tea is rich and the moonlight is sultry. This scene is a scene that Chu He, who has been naughty since childhood and has been surrounded by bullets and bullets since he was a child, has never enjoyed it. The tea is good tea and the person is a beauty. But he is relatively speechless. He can only be filled with melancholy.
The woman directly made herself a glass and said in a calm tone: "If you want to drink, pour it yourself."
A simple sentence made Chu He's eyes sore. In the past, she always forced Chu He to eat and drink this and that. Chu He, who had just entered the first year of high school, would eat late-night snacks made by women every night.
Even if he is not hungry at all.
Nowadays, he desperately longs for a woman to say a word to him in a gentle manner. But it is extremely difficult.
Chu He concealed the disappointment on his face by pouring tea, and asked: "Sister, I heard that you are already the commander of the 39th Army."
The woman put down her teacup, lit a lady's cigarette skillfully, and corrected: "Deputy division level."
Chu He stared at the smoking woman with blurred eyes. He held the tea cup tightly in his hand and did not drink. He just sat opposite her in a complicated manner.
She learned to smoke. And judging from her posture, she might have been smoking for several years. While feeling heartbroken, Chu He asked in a concerned tone: "Sister, have you had any problems with your waist in the past few years?"
The woman's beautiful, emotionless eyes glanced at him and said coldly: "What does it have to do with you?"
Chu He's body trembled slightly, and he said bitterly: "If you hadn't carried that stick for me back then, I might have been beaten to death on the spot."
The woman's peach blossom eyes with long eyelashes narrowed slightly, and she uttered a sentence from her soft red lips: "I'm very grateful?"
Chu He nodded heavily: "You are the best person to me in the world."
Snap!
The woman kicked over the coffee table and stood up with a crash.
Her jade face was covered with frost, and her peach blossom eyes contained an eternal chill. She stared down at Chu He's familiar yet unfamiliar face. She said with hatred: "You promised to celebrate my thirtieth birthday with me! You
Promise to make a cake for me with your own hands! You promise to give me a surprise on my eighteenth birthday!"
"You promise to carry me for the rest of your life!"
"You promise not to leave me alone!"
"You didn't do anything! I didn't expect anything!"
"Do you care about me? Appreciate me?"
"Where were you back then!?"
"Where have you been these past eight years!?"
The woman bit her lip, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Her cheeks were as white as fat and filled with anger. She seemed to have lost her mind.
Sixteen years of mutual dependence were exchanged for eight years of endless torture.
Sixteen years of persistence resulted in eight years of no news.
After sixteen years of deep love, let me say it again - Sister, I am engaged.
These words were like a thief's hand cutting her flesh inch by inch and poking her heart, causing the blood to flow endlessly.
These words struck her like a bolt from the blue. It was like the end of the world.
This sentence - made her wake up from nightmares countless times. It tortured her soul and destroyed her body.
Sixteen years!
She helped him bathe and dress him. She taught him how to walk and coaxed him to eat. She watched him grow up day by day and waited for him to one day say: Sister, would you like to be my wife?
She waited for him at the restaurant where they had spent their fifteenth birthday together. She ordered a table of dishes and changed into the most beautiful clothes. She waited from afternoon until night, and from night until early morning.
She didn't believe that he would stay in Yanjing. She didn't believe that he would break his promise. She believed that he would come, and she believed that he would happily eat the cake he made. She believed that he would listen to her singing happy birthday.
But he didn't come.
When the dishes were cold, he gave her a call.
He said he was engaged.
She said break up.
She couldn't be his wife anymore. She cried. She was desperate.
When a person is too desperate and unable to look back, his heart dies.
