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Chapter 28
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Feng Zhuolun came out of the room, closed the door and sat on the sofa in the living room.
Rongcheng didn't say anything more to him, just chatted casually, and finally asked him to stay overnight at Rong's house tonight.
When Li Li came down from upstairs, she saw him sitting and watching TV, she was silent for a while, then she stood not far away and said to him calmly, "Towels, toothbrushes and cups are in the bathroom, there are two rooms at the corner of the first floor. Guest room."
"Thank you, auntie." He nodded to Li Li and smiled, "Go to bed early."
Li Li seemed to want to say something, but finally endured it, and walked into the bedroom without stopping.
There was no other sound in the whole huge house. At this time, he turned off the TV and the headlights in the living room, and walked slowly up the stairs.
Her bedroom door was half closed, and all the lights in the room had been turned off, and it was so dark that she couldn't see anything clearly.
Feng Zhuolun gently opened the door, and saw that she was lying quietly on her side on the bed, with the quilt wrapped around her body, motionless, as if she had fallen asleep.
On the ground beside the bed was an unclosed suitcase, which was scattered and almost full of things.
The window was not closed tightly, so he went to the window and closed it firmly, then went back to the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Her hair had just been trimmed two days ago, and it was left to reach the shoulders at this time. The soft hair had an excellent color under the moonlight, and he couldn't help but leaned over and reached out to rub it gently.
"You go out." She turned her back to him and said slightly with a trembling tail.
He looked at her flickeringly for a while, but at this moment he lay down and stretched out his left arm, hugging her slender waist from behind, slowly stretched it out, and tightened it bit by bit.
The breath is full of the smell of him behind him, the bodies are close together, and the back is leaning against his chest. It's just such a simple movement, but Rong Zihan's nose, who has been enduring with eyes closed for a long time, is slightly sour.
"The plane to France is at noon." His breath lingered next to her earlobe, his tone was soft, "I will wake you up early tomorrow, and you can tidy up your things, huh?"
"Haven't you already thought it all over?" She said at this moment, "You still ask me what to do."
In a quiet room, only the light sound of the wind rolling on the window can be heard. There is no second person in the quiet world, only him and her.
"We started there, so we should finish there." After a moment of silence, her voice became calmer, "I'm back in S city now, and what I want is a stable life, since you haven't thought too much about our future Well, that should really be left to others to consider."
Feng Zhuolun gave a shallow "hmm" behind her, and did not speak again.
The night was getting darker and darker, and the sound of his breathing in his ears gradually became steady. Rong Zihan opened his eyes, and a trace of water slowly slipped from the corners of his eyes.
Twenty-four hours a day, nearly one-third of the sleep time, there is always one party to face the back of the other party while sleeping.
And from the very beginning to the present, he has always been the one who faces her back, no matter how emotionally tumultuous he is, no matter how little he gets together, as long as he falls asleep together, he never forgets to give her the complete eight hours of the night. complete.
In any case, she couldn't understand why he chose their past after all.
Once met, once fell in love, oncein each other's lives.
So for the last time, the last time when she fell apart, she listened to him, no matter where, no matter how far away.
Since there is no fate, I can only have no regrets
The night in City A is still gorgeous, with strange lights, but the mansion area on the top of the mountain is extremely quiet.
A Yan walked through the corridor and knocked on the door of the study room, and after two seconds, he gently turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
Luo Quhe stood by the window with his back to the door, playing with an old-fashioned ancient Western clock in his hand.
"Prince." Ah Yan walked to Luo Quhe, bowed slightly and said, "The Zhong family's bright and dark lines in the high-rise area have all been closed."
Seeing that Luo Quhe did not speak, he continued, "Miss Zhong just woke up in the afternoon, and she is not in a good mood yet. The hospital still asked her to stay in the hospital for investigation."
"Yes." Luo Quhe turned around at this moment, and put the clock on the table.
He was dressed in silk pajamas, exquisite and elegant, coupled with his jade-like face, it was truly unassumingly luxurious to the extreme.
"This part of Zhong's business community is also in the process of gathering, and I have brought all the collected materials here for you to review." Ah Yan.bsp; She finally saw clearly.
She thought he was just using meaninglessness to cover up his sincerity, but she never thought that his sincerity was also false.
Luo Quhe looked at them from the side, with no expression of joy or anger on his face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.
At this time, several cars stopped at the entrance of the hospital.
Ayan led the way, followed by several tall men in black suits, and the group strode to Luo Quhe.
Everyone has a gun on their body.
"Prince." Ah Yan bowed to Luo Quhe, then turned to Feng Zhuolun and said,
"Young Master Feng, the car is ready and will take you directly to the airport. After you take the flight to S City, it will take you directly to the hospital."
On Feng Zhuolun's left cheek was a red five-fingerprint, as if he didn't know it, his eyes flicked across Rong Zihan's face, and he smiled casually at A Yan, "No, save it for pick-up and drop-off." The new mistress of the Luo family."
After listening to Feng Zhuolun's words, the smile on Luo Quhe's face slowly expanded, and at this moment, he stretched out his hand to Rong Zihan, "Hanhan, come here."
"If you still want to be with him," he looked at her, reached out and patted the gun on A Yan's waist, "it's really too urgent for me to meet you."
This is what is really scary about this man.
He can always use the gentlest tone and gesture, as if he can achieve all the goals he wants without any means.
Rong Zihan tightened his white fingers, turned his head coldly and glanced back.
Bo Yang sank gradually, and Feng Zhuolun's face was hidden in the halo, and he couldn't see even a tiny bit of it clearly.
He moved his footsteps, but without saying anything, he turned around and walked slowly in the opposite direction.
Step by step, the thin and lonely figure gradually faded away, and it seemed like this, leaving her world forever, forever.
The curtain has come to an end.
Everything between them, everything that started from here, finally came to an end.
There is a beginning and an end, back to the original place.
"Hanhan." Luo Quhe watched him walk away, then leaned down gently, "I'll take you back to City S, you"
At this moment, Rong Zihan suddenly felt pitch black in front of her eyes, cold sweat rolled up her body layer by layer, she could no longer see clearly, her body softened and she lost consciousness all at once. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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