Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Chapter 678 Lu Tingchuan Likes Shen Qing

At this moment, Shen Qing looked at Lu Tingchuan with indifference and impatience.

Being stared at by her like this, Lu Tingchuan often wondered whether the woman whose eyes were full of him, whose eyes were fond and gentle, who circled around him really existed.

Lu Tingchuan didn't want to see Shen Qing's eyes like this.

He felt that what he had done was good enough. What he did back then was quite asshole and disrespectful to Shen Qing, but at that time he didn't see his own heart clearly, he was too condescending to forget that some people and things were You have to look down to see clearly.

Now he is reflecting on admitting his mistakes, for the sake of Shen Qing, he gave up inheriting the property of the Li family, and completely offended Mr. Li, and now I don't know how many people are mocking him behind his back, thinking about how to deal with him.

Lu Tingchuan couldn't figure it out, he did this for Shen Qing, wanted to be with him wholeheartedly, begged her to forgive, why did she still hate him so much to death?

This murderer had a chance to go to the court and get a trial, but Shen Qing directly beat him to death with a stick.

Lu Tingchuan really wanted to cover Shen Qing's eyes with his hands, as if in this way, he would not be able to feel her hatred.

Lu Tingchuan stretched out his hand, and shrank when his fingertips touched the scar on Shen Qing's right face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Shen Qing, can we not talk about that dead word?

I have done many things wrong, you can take revenge on me any way you want, you can beat me, scold me, but please don’t ignore me, don’t leave me, I just want you to be well. "

It's so ridiculous that the person who hurt her the most wants her to be well now.

Shen Qing smiled, the left half of her face was still perfect and beautiful, but the scar on the right face was even more hideous.

"Lu Tingchuan, are you in love with me?"

Shen Qing had always been unable to see Lu Tingchuan clearly, and rarely showed emotions on his face. He always gave people the impression of being cynical and cold-hearted, so it was hard to imagine that he liked the smoky look of a person.

Would someone like Lu Tingchuan like someone?

Does he know how it feels to like someone?

At this moment, Shen Qing saw a trace of longing in Lu Tingchuan's indifferent eyes.

"If so?"

Lu Tingchuan took a deep breath, "Shen Qing, I remember that you liked me first, didn't you?

I like you now, can you give me a chance? "

Shen Qing was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, as if hearing a very funny joke.

Did you hear me?

Lu Tingchuan actually said he liked her?

Lu Tingchuan, who used her as a stand-in, beat her, forced her to take humiliating videos, used her as a sexual tool, imprisoned her, hurt people around her, and forcibly killed the child in her belly... How dare he say he loves her?

Is she hallucinating?

Or was it that she was dreaming, or that Lu Tingchuan had taken the wrong medicine?

"Chance?"

Shen Qing raised his hand to touch the scar on his right face, his eyes were dark, "Aren't I giving you too few chances?

Lu Tingchuan, you're in love with me now, what the hell did you do!Look at the scar on my face, take a good look!Why do you like me!Why did you go early! "

The more Shen Qing said, the more agitated she became, she almost tore her throat and yelled. When she yelled at Lu Tingchuan, she felt blood from her heart, and the smell of blood filled her throat.

Lu Tingchuan is a face controler. He likes all beautiful things. Back then when he tortured Shen Zhichu so much, he had hundreds of wounds all over his body. He touched everything, but he didn't touch Shen Zhichu's face, which was enough to know how good-looking he is.

Lu Tingchuan's breathing trembled, and Shen Qing not only had a scar on his face, but also a scar on his stomach.

He wanted to touch her, but every time he saw the scars on her face and stomach, he couldn't do it. The scar on her face reminded him how much Shen Qing hated him now, and the scar on her stomach reminded himself of him What cruelty did to Shen Qing.

After a long time, the scars on his body will fade, and maybe the hatred will also be found. He has a lifetime to slowly get used to it, and this moment is not bad.

Lu Tingchuan got out of bed and lay down on the sofa.

Shen Qingping lay on the bed, unable to calm down for a long time, his chest heaved and fluctuated with his heavy breathing.

The hand she was touching the scar on her right face quietly reached into the quilt and placed it on her abdomen. The scar there had already healed, but it always felt painful to touch.

Shen Qing frowned weakly, she looked at Lu Tingchuan who was sitting on the sofa not far away.

This man once gave her all the light of hope, and then he blew out the fire bit by bit, and finally took out all the wicks, leaving only a little bit of oil and half life, Shen Qing had no time to waste it for him, nor could it last.

Her spirit has always been in a sensitive state, as if she was locked in a thorny thorn, and she would be bruised all over her body if she moved a little bit. She couldn't move left and right, and even breathing was a kind of torture.

The doctor told her to pay more attention to her emotions. She had suffered from depression before. If you don't pay attention to depression, you will go crazy.

Shen Qing tried her best to restrain her emotions, but every day when she saw Lu Tingchuan, she felt irritable and angry, and she couldn't control it at all.

I checked on the Internet how to adjust my emotions, just find something to do for myself, don’t think about it and you’ll be fine, the most recommended ones on the Internet are growing flowers, playing chess, drinking tea, fishing, reading, Shen Qing doesn’t care about these Hobbies, I used to like to write things, but now I don’t know what to write when I pick up a pen, and I keep forgetting.

It just so happened that Lu Tingchuan brought back the luggage she had thrown abroad in the past two days. Shen Qing looked at the ball of yarn and began to knit a sweater.

The bag of sweaters is placed on the bedside. When she can’t sleep at night, she will knit sweaters. She knits sweaters very quickly, but she often knits them wrong.

The pink yarn ball in her hand was originally knit for the baby in her womb. She even thought about the style and pattern of knitting. Before she started knitting, the baby was gone.

Shen Qing can't forget it, only those who have personally experienced the pain can't forget it, and it takes a lifetime to forget it, and they can't forget it.

The pain engraved in the bones is painful just thinking about it.

Shen Qing hugged the half-knitted sweater and pressed it to his heart, continuous pain flowed from his blood, it was a suffocation-like pain that could drive people crazy, the pain was so painful that his whole body trembled.

She hadn't cried since her eye problem, but now her emotions surged up without warning, Shen Qing's eyes were flushed, and she couldn't help crying.

She misses her baby, misses it very much...

Shen Qing curled up beside the bed, and started knitting again, the pink wool shortened little by little, she knitted very carefully, just like when she was still pregnant with the baby.

But at that time she had a smile on her face, but now she was full of tears, and the tears kept falling from her red eyes to her hands, which were sticky and uncomfortable, and the wool was wet.

The pattern is too complicated, and her eyesight is not good, she always knits wrong, and she has to go back after a few stitches.

She was also knitting during the day and did not allow herself to rest. The servants in the house saw her bloodshot eyes and tried to persuade her that knitting sweaters hurts her eyes, so let her take a good rest.

But she doesn't want to rest, she wants to knit the sweater quickly for the baby to wear, her baby is only six months old, how cold it is to be naked without clothes underneath.