President, please spoil me!

"What?" After the intense emotions settled down, she became calm instead. Although her eyes were still red, the aggressiveness in her tone became even more aggressive. "If you are not a saint, you are not qualified to have love, and you are not worthy of pain. Yet?"

Huo Sicheng looked at her quietly, "No."

"why?"

The way she asked this question suddenly looked like a child again.

Although a few minutes ago, she would have been more of an intelligent, unsympathetic adult.

But she is indeed, and often has this kind of childlike innocence, as if asking another child aggrievedly, why don't you want to play with me, so naive and cruel.

The man's rough fingertips began to rub against her delicate skin again, "Take your brother as an example, because you are Xing Hua, even if you are heinous, he will still try his best to get you off in court and run for you in private , On the contrary, if you hurt his interests, even your noble Virgin Mary...you can only be a thorn in his eyes."

He paused his fingers, squinted his eyes and smiled, "You're right, I'm blaming you."

"Last night, they all thought that you would recover your memory, and they came to ask one by one, what is my plan."

Xing Hua's eyes were sore, so sore that she could shed tears at any time. If she looked closely, she felt that she might not want to cry because he might not want her, but because of this voice...

Quietly, indifferently, with a three-pointed absent-minded smile, and an indescribably complicated self-mockery.

She didn't bear it, and let the tears flow down the corner of her eyes, "Because of Song Huixi? You won't forgive me for bumping into her?"

"I once promised someone..."

Speaking of this man, the emotion and color of his pupils faded to a very light coolness, but before she could see it more clearly, the man had already closed his eyes, and after closing his eyes, his outline seemed to be as cold as ice. It was a bit harsh.

"Then last time I had a fever and fainted, why did you promise me?"

Xing Hua didn't continue to ask what he had promised, but even if she didn't ask, she could roughly guess what it was. It was nothing more than that she couldn't love her anymore, couldn't want her anymore, or couldn't forgive her and so on.

Her tears gathered long tears in her eyes and rolled down in big drops, "I even filed for divorce at that time, and you knew that if you nodded at that time, no matter how sad I was, sooner or later— "

"Will it pass sooner or later?" His eyes opened suddenly, and the bottom of his eyes was a completely different color from the indifferent one just now, and they became cold and sneering, "No matter how sad you are, you won't be sad for a few days, and you will forget it soon after you are sad." ,Yeah?"

"Then what do you think of me?"

Huo Sicheng looked at her condescendingly. Some people looked ugly when they were crying, but she was pitiful and beautiful, with red eyes, and tears that were quiet but surging.

He wiped her with his fingers, like the gentlest lover, and even whispered in a low voice, "I want you to accompany me in a dream. I can't get it in my life, and I can't get it again. I want a fulfillment in my dream."

Her pupils dilated slightly, and the focus of her eyes seemed to be out of alignment.

She looked at this familiar and handsome face, and for some reason, the heart in her chest seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and it was being squeezed a little bit, making her feel suffocated, and it was as slender as silk, but And persistent pain.

She had a feeling that it was not her who was hurting now.