Sweet crazy!The abstinent tycoon spoils the queen as a delicate cub

The rain suddenly became heavier without warning, and it fell in a patter. The green hills were silent and wept silently.

"This is her choice and the best destination."

"Please go back."

He was sitting there, a few steps away, but the voice that floated out seemed unreachable.

The salty smell in Song Heqing's throat broke through the suppression, overflowed from the corners of his slightly pursed lips, and dripped slowly, "Is there really no way?"

What answered him was the eaves bell swaying in the wind at the corner of the corridor.

The raindrops slanted under the narrow porch, and the world seemed to have fallen into silence and silence.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a slight noise from nowhere, the door opened with a "squeak", and a dilapidated old oil lamp suddenly protruded from the open door.

The warm orange veil brings a little faint light.

The old man who came out with a lantern had white beard and hair, his back was hunched, and his old voice trembled with age, "It's raining heavily." As if he had discovered something, surprise and doubt gradually expanded in his cloudy eyes, "Your hair....."

In the corner, a man of immortal style was sitting on the ground with his back against the stone wall. He was wearing a plain white shirt messily dyed with dark colors, his slender red phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and his normally light-colored lips were slightly pale, with a gentle and elegant look. His face was excellent, but even more striking was his white hair tied back with a red string.

This time, he looked more like a fairy floating in the dust.

"No problem." He raised his eyelids, his pupils like ancient springs were clear and deep, "Go back."

The old man opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head and sighed, "Okay."

The old oil lamp was placed on the ground, reflecting the blood stained on the bluestone board.The old man was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the noble man in the cold air, his lips moved, and he let out another extremely helpless sigh.

He left, and the wooden door closed tightly again.

Bu Shuang turned away from the stone wall, put his elbows on his legs, rested his chin on one hand, and said in a low voice, "I have done everything I can and cannot do. Now I am just an ordinary person. I hope you can persuade Your Highness, Don't be persistent anymore, let's be sad and change."

"Before this catastrophe came, I advised Lord Shen that this result is the choice she made."

"I know Your Highness will feel guilty for this for the rest of my life. I have a life because of Your Highness, so I should solve her problems." He suddenly stopped talking and looked up at Song Heqing, "People follow the earth, and the earth follows the sky "Heaven follows Tao, Tao follows nature, and we must always abide by the laws of heaven in this world. Under this law, I have tried my best."

"Please, sir, bring me a word to His Highness." The orange light embedded in the night, the verdant locust tree by the wall shook the ground with water, and the swaying branches held a corner of light exposed under the boundless ink, holding hope——

"When the moon sets and the moon rises, death is life."

In a few words, tell his life, her life, and... her life.

Song Heqing's brows twitched slightly, and the thick ink that seemed to have frozen over his handsome face spread slightly, and the eyes were complicated and subtle, "Thank you."

"Your injury needs to be dealt with as soon as possible." Bu Shuang stood up, brushed off his sleeves, "Sir, can you follow me in to get an umbrella?"

Song Heqing, "No."

He is eager to miss the sharp-minded person, and the current situation cannot tolerate a minute of delay.

The darkness instantly overwhelmed his cold and majestic figure.

Bu Shuang stared at the direction he was leaving for a long time, then looked down at the thin plane ticket in the corner, then he bent down to pick it up, and under the dim light, he vaguely glimpsed the word "Holy" in the destination under his clean fingertips.

Lifting the oil lamp, he pushed open the gate and stepped over the high threshold. The rain covered his whispers, "This trip to the world is really not in vain."

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When Song Heqing returned to Longhu Villa, the doctor happened to come out of the operating room pushing the hospital bed. Seeing him, the leading doctor stopped and called out respectfully, "Sir."

Then, he looked a little embarrassed, "This..."

"In the ward," Song Heqing looked at the white face lying quietly on the bed, her crimson lips moved slightly, and she spoke coldly, "If my wife asks, do you know what to say?"

Everyone was tense and kept silent. After a moment of silence, someone tentatively said, "People... people are here..." After a long time, they didn't know how to continue.

Song Heqing's face darkened, and she was about to speak, when Liu Bai's hoarse voice sounded behind her, "Brother, President Shen...is there any hope?"

As the words fell, Liu Bai walked to his side, staring at the person he had a crush on, feeling indescribably heavy and indescribably complicated.

Song Heqing silently shook her head.

"I thought she would always stand alone at the top in this life." Liu Bai smiled wryly, "Her choice will be an indelible regret in my heart forever."

He knew Shen Duanyue's feelings for Liang Xi a long time ago, but he didn't expect it to be so deep.

...

Liang Xi slept for three days under the influence of drugs, and when she woke up, she was in a daze, with a pale and gorgeous face, and her eyes were empty, staring at the ceiling in a daze, like an empty shell that had lost its soul.

This was what Song Heqing saw when he came in. He was flustered, walked to the bed, picked her up and put her on his lap, and said in a soft and outrageous voice, "Yang Yang."

Cautiously whispering is the switch of touching the lacrimal gland, Liang Xi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and clear tears instantly fell from her star pupils, and fell on the back of his hand with a "click".

"Where is Ah Yue?" Raising her wet eyelashes, her dry throat made a hoarse voice, "Where is she...?"

Song Heqing gently stroked away the tears she kept falling, and looked at His Highness dejectedly, her heart felt as if pierced by a sharp sword, and her breathing was difficult due to the pain.

He said, "I went to see Bu Shuang."

Keep it from her for a while, and give her hope, "Yangyang, when you recover, I will take you to see her."

"See Ah Yue?" Liang Xi raised her head, looked at him tearfully, with hope in her tentative tone, "Does Bu Shuang have a way?"

After a pause, she asked repeatedly, as if confirming, "Ah Qing, Bu Shuang has a way to save Ah Yue...... right?"

Song Heqing didn't change his face, "Yes, he has a way."

"Then take me to find Bu Shuang." She choked up and said

Song Heqing covered the darkness in her black pupils, kissed her forehead, and sighed softly, "Yangyang doesn't believe me? I know that Yangyang is worried about Mr. Shen, but now, the fetal image is unstable, and the doctor said that Yangyang should take care of her. Move, if you go now, you risk losing this child."

"Despite losing him, is Yang Yang determined to go now?"

heard.

Liang Xi looked down at her swollen belly. The fetus in her womb might have sensed her mother's gaze, and she didn't know whether it was moving her little feet or her little hands. The movements were loud and the fetus was moving obviously.

Liang Xi was in a complicated mood. She stroked the baby's moving part with her palm. After a long silence, she slowly raised her head, "I believe in you, but Ah Qing...you really didn't lie to me...right?"