nyslfriends Chapter 415 Su Zhaoxue, Don't Leave Me (Subscribe)
Chapter 415 Su Zhaoxue, Don't Leave Me (Subscribe)
The atmosphere at the dinner table was just like that, Song Hongli kept drinking, Su Zhaoxue was silent as always, Shen Qinghan laughed inexplicably, making it very weird.
This atmosphere continued until everyone had eaten and left.
Song Hongli kept shouting for drinks, so Su Zhaoxue had to help Song Hongli, who was a little drunk, to go upstairs first, and Ye Ran followed behind.
She watched Su Zhaoxue support Song Hongli's back, and her heart ached.
How much does such a thin shoulder bear?
Song Hongli half-squinted and looked at Su Zhaoxue's profile, what a beautiful face, but what a cold heart was hidden under this beautiful skin?
Song Hongli knew that he was not drunk, although he really wanted to be drunk to death like this, he didn't want anything, and he didn't want Su Zhaoxue's revenge plan.
He didn't want the people Su Zhaoxue killed, or the relationship between Su Zhaoxue and "Jane", but he couldn't.
What I want to forget more and more is more and more intense at this moment.
Everything, like a tattoo, is engraved in Song Hongli's heart.
The moment he saw the pistol in Su Zhaoxue's clothes, the picture of Su Zhaoxue killing people with a gun kept playing in his head.
The first time he was chased by a killer, that person's skillful movements and precise marksmanship all showed that he was a person who used guns frequently.
Sure enough, love is blind.
He is very clear about his own identity, and he has only discovered until now that his own pillow is a murderer and an avenger.
How many people did Su Zhaoxue kill?
Does Su Zhaoxue really love me? Or is it just to get close to me in exchange for information about the person who killed her mother?
Is all the so-called love just an illusion?
Countless questions kept colliding with each other in Song Hongli's head.
I was constantly deceiving myself in my heart.
Su Zhaoxue was just to protect herself, because Su Zhaoxue was in a foreign country, and it would be very dangerous for a painter with such a high value to not have a gun on her body.
The scars on the body are likely to be accidentally scratched, or they may be accidentally injured by others.
Song Hongli didn't even realize how many such ridiculous excuses he had made up for Su Zhaoxue.
However, the moment he saw the gun with his own eyes, all the excuses collapsed in that moment.
What kind of person would even carry a gun when traveling with their lover?
Even with a glass of wine, his sanity is still terrifying.
Even if he really heard it, Song Hongli didn't want to believe what he heard at the door.
At that time, he was going out with Shen Qinghan and the others, but when he reached the door, he couldn't bear to leave Su Zhaoxue alone in the room, so he turned back.
In this way, he heard the words he didn't want to hear the most in his life.
Perhaps, this is the worst decision Song Hongli has ever made in his life.
I felt that person's thin body supporting him upstairs, breathing in the faint fragrance emanating from that person's body.
That faint milky fragrance, like poison, still fascinates Song Hongli.
How long can I smell this smell?
Will she leave me when she gets her revenge?
Leave me this worthless piece of shit?
Am I simply worthless?
Just a tool used by her?
Or is it her plaything?
Isn't it ridiculous that a person of his own identity is toyed with applause by a murderer?
Song Hongli's hand involuntarily touched Su Zhaoxue's face. Su Zhaoxue's face was always cold, she looked like a queen on ice. In fact, it was her heart that was really cold, right?
"Su Zhaoxue...no...don't leave me...don't go..."々." Song Hongli shouted in his heart, because of these words, he couldn't say it.
He has no right to ask Su Zhaoxue not to take revenge for her, and he has no right to let Su Zhaoxue stay.
own identity, she is a murderer.
Two people are like two parallel lines that never intersect.
Like the moon can never compete with the sun, maybe, the moon likes the sun very much?
Just like I like you.
After entering the room, Su Zhaoxue gently put Song Hongli on the bed, took off Song Hongli's coat, and wiped Song Hongli's face with a tissue.
Looking at Song Hongli's slightly flushed face, Su Zhaoxue's eyes softened unconsciously.
Song Hongli enjoyed Su Zhaoxue's service, and felt that Su Zhaoxue kept wiping his face with a cold tissue, which felt very comfortable and cool.
Song Hongli slowly opened his eyes and looked at Su Zhaoxue's slightly gentle face.
Suddenly turning over, Su Zhaoxue never thought that Song Hongli would make such a move, and he was pinned down with an exclamation.
Song Hongli looked down at Su Zhaoxue's somewhat surprised face, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.
Su Zhaoxue looked at Song Hongli's face with a wicked smile, and tried her best to remain calm.
""What are you doing?"
Su Zhaoxue asked coldly.
Song Hongli supported Su Zhaoxue's hands at this time, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Song Hongli laughed even more arrogantly after hearing Su Zhaoxue pretending to be calm.
He gently lifted Su Zhaoxue's chin, "I should know exactly why Zhaoxue is..
After listening to Song Hongli's words, Su Zhaoxue looked at Song Hongli in disbelief.
She didn't know why Song Hongli said this, but subconsciously, she always felt that Song Hongli knew something.
Su Zhaoxue subconsciously wanted to resist, her heart was really messed up tonight, she didn't want to do that kind of thing with Song Hongli at all.
"let me go!"
Su Zhaoxue said lightly, only (Wang Zhao) is more irresistible than the last time.
This is a request, not a plea.
But, apparently, this trick didn't work for Song Hongli.
"Hehe...why should I let you go? Will you leave me after I let you go? I don't want to let go! Can't let go!""
After Song Hongli finished speaking, he pressed down Su Zhaoxue's struggling hands like crazy.
Su Zhaoxue felt that what Song Hongli said just now was very strange, but she didn't have time to think about what she said just now. Su Zhaoxue pushed Song Hongli's body hard.
"Song Hongli! Let me go!" Su Zhaoxue glared at Song Hongli with a hint of anger in her voice.
Her hand kept pushing Song Hongli's shoulder, but her wrist was tightly grasped by Song Hongli's hand.
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