Dyed

The blood on Mingzheng's face faded little by little, but the coldness in his eyes turned into waves, and he could faintly see layers of unbelief overflowing.

"What did you say?" His voice was on the verge of an outburst of anger, but at a certain point, it never came down.

Luo Wenying's expression was calm, and her tightly clenched palms were wet and greasy. She said in a tone that she didn't expect, "I said, I'm officially dating Song Jinzhuo."

Ming Zheng stood in front of Luo Wenying again, his back pressed against the door, "Say it again."

"I'm starting a new life."

"Say it again." Mingzheng raised his tone, Luo Wenying used three different words but said the same meaning, she didn't believe that he couldn't hear or understand.

"Can you say that again!"

Luo Wenying raised her head and stared at the man in front of her, "Okay, let me say it one last time, whether you are pretending to be stupid or really can't hear you, please look at my mouth and say every word I'm going to say next. Keep it in your heart, Mingzheng, no one will wait for you unconditionally forever. I have met Song Jinzhuo now, we are a good match no matter in terms of talent or background, I want to start with him, I want to start a family, I I want a man standing beside me, instead of me looking at his back from afar, but never taking a step away, do you hear me clearly?"

The words in her mouth almost screamed, shaking Ming Zheng's eardrums to tremble and numb.

He stubbornly stood in front of Luo Wenying's door and refused to let her in.

After Luo Wenying calmed down, the dull pain in her heart eased after receiving a quick knife cut. She pretended to be relaxed, "Boss, hurry up and eat, I want to go in and rest early."

Mingzheng's eyes were red, and his eyes were pierced on Luo Wenying's body like nails, "Repeat what you just said to me again."

The backlog of anger in Luo Wenying's heart burst out suddenly, "What else do you want? Is it up to you to tell whether it's the end or the beginning? Have we ever had a beginning? Mingzheng, you're so selfish, you want to consume me forever, don't you? You can't get what you want, so you also want to drag me as a backup?"

Mingzheng opened his mouth, his face turned pale from being shocked by Luo Wenying's words!

That's right, she accused him like this, but every sentence and every word got into Ming Zheng's heart. He couldn't get out by himself, and he refused to accept Luo Wenying wholeheartedly. He was just selfish.

But, be selfish.

Ming Zheng didn't know how to let her go, she was going to start a new life, what should he do?

Mingzheng raised his hands and clasped Luo Wenying's shoulders. He said to Luo Wenying with the remaining hope, "There is no feeling of love, do you still want to try? Wen Ying, at least you love me."

Luo Wenying's apricot eyes widened, she stared at Ming Zheng for a long while, the man's heart was a little bit lost under her staring, Luo Wenying's nose was sour, and the image in her eyes gradually blurred.

She couldn't see clearly the man who was so close, she couldn't even see the familiar facial features, let alone his heart.

Luo Wenying wanted to cry bitterly, but she clenched her lips tightly to hide the sadness in her heart, "Mingzheng, you say I love you?"

Mingzheng was slightly startled, with an ugly expression on his face, "Isn't it?"

At least, Luo Wenying didn't tell her the truth.

Luo Wenying nodded vigorously, but she didn't mean to hide anything, she raised a mocking smile, "Yes, I still love you before today, Mingzheng, I love you, I know it better than anyone else, So you saw it early on? Was it a year ago, or two years ago? Or when we first met?"

Ming Zheng looked at Luo Wenying's almost collapsed expression, he was speechless.

Luo Wenying was lifted by his shoulders, "Mingzheng, since you know everything, you know my feelings for you, but you never shy away from expressing your attachment to others in front of me, where do you put me? Yes , at least I love you, you finally said this, and that's why you tied me by your side unscrupulously, and I'm sure I won't leave you, right?"

This was the most difficult for Luo Wenying to accept.Before Mingzheng said it, Luo Wenying could at least comfort herself. Maybe he just didn't come out in time and didn't understand her intentions. Although her actions explained everything, Luo Wenying thought so, maybe , he didn't know she loved him.

But now it seems that he understands it better than anyone else, maybe better than herself.

Does she also see her panic, worry about gains and losses, and her pain?

Mingzheng exerted a little force with his palm, trying to bring Luo Wenying into his arms, but she stretched out her hand and pushed him away forcefully as if she was suddenly stimulated.

Mingzheng slammed his back against the door panel with gravity, and Luo Wenying grabbed his arm again and pulled his tall figure to the side.

She took out the room card, opened the door and went in, Mingzheng faced the direction Luo Wenying was going in, she turned her back, and didn't even want to look at him again.

Ming Zheng saw her figure gradually shrunk to a little bit in his eyes, and when he stretched out his hand to block it, the door panel slammed heavily in front of his face.

Luo Wenying grasped the doorknob tightly with both hands to keep her body from slipping down. As if she had no strength to support her to move forward, Luo Wenying leaned against the door panel in a daze.

The lights in the bedroom are not turned on, and the vision is already blurred, so there is no need to close it because you don't want to accept it.Luo Wenying's eyes widened, but she still couldn't see clearly what she could and couldn't see.

Mingzheng stared at the closed door, one step away, but there was never a distance between him and Luo Wenying.

He suddenly had a premonition that this time, Luo Wenying really wouldn't accompany him any longer.

Mingzheng took two steps back until her back leaned against the wall. Luo Wenying stumbled forward. There was no light, so she couldn't see where the bed was. Cover your head.

Song Jinzhuo returned to his room, took a shower and changed, and thought of calling Luo Wenying.

But her cell phone was always unanswered, Song Jinzhuo thought about it, and dialed the landline number in Luo Wenying's room.

The phone rang hypnotically, as if if she didn't answer it, the other party wouldn't stop.Luo Wenying came to the bedside table on her stomach. Although she suppressed her voice, she could still hear her sobbing vaguely, "Hello."

"Wen Ying, what's wrong with you?"

Luo Wenying sat on the carpet, wiping her tears with her palms, "It's okay," she heard Song Jinzhuo's voice, "Good night."

"Wait," Song Jinzhuo said anxiously, "Didn't you be fine just now?"

"I'm really fine, don't worry."

Song Jinzhuo hung up the phone before Luo Wenying. She stood up and turned on the lights in the room one by one. Song Jinzhuo stepped out of the elevator and came to Luo Wenying's door. She didn't see anyone outside.

He reached for the doorbell.

"you go!"

Song Jinzhuo was taken aback by Luo Wenying's attitude, but subconsciously knew that she was not targeting him.Song Jinzhuo kept ringing the doorbell, "Wen Ying, it's me."

Luo Wenying went to the bathroom and applied cold water to her face. The eyes of the person in the mirror were red, and she knew that she had just cried.

She walked to the door and suppressed her voice, "Is there something wrong? I'm asleep."

"You open the door."

Luo Wenying stretched out her hand towards the doorknob, and the door opened a crack. After seeing that Song Jinzhuo was the only one outside, Luo Wenying opened the door completely, "Aren't you resting at this late?"

Song Jinzhuo looked into her eyes, Luo Wenying walked into the room, and he closed the door casually, "What's wrong?"

She sat on the sofa and buried her face in her chest, "Suddenly homesick."

Song Jinzhuo couldn't help laughing. He sat next to Luo Wenying, saw that she refused to speak, so he stopped asking, and put his arms around Luo Wenying's shoulders, "Yo, I'm still homesick. How old is this child leaving home?"

"Don't you want to?"

Song Jinzhuo smiled, "I'm ambitious, so my mother always hopes that someone can take care of me, but men can't rely on me." Song Jinzhuo seemed to have deep meaning, and patted Luo Wenying's shoulder with his palm, "There must be someone who makes him willing Put away your temper, this is the prodigal son who will never change his money."

Luo Wenying turned away from Song Jinzhuo, "Are you a prodigal son?"

The man raised his thin lips slightly, "It's up to you."

Luo Wenying had no intention of joking with him. She bent her legs and put them on her knees, hugging her legs tightly with both hands. Song Jinzhuo saw her round pink nails exposed, so he hid the strangeness in his eyes and looked up at Luo Wenying. .

Her eyes were tightly closed, as if she was extremely tired. This relationship has lasted until now, and it was always broken. Now it is finally broken in her hands, and her heart is suddenly empty, and her body feels empty.

When she woke up the next day, she didn't expect that Song Jinzhuo was still there. The man was lying on the sofa neatly and covered with a thin blanket. Luo Wenying got up, and Song Jinzhuo opened his eyes when he heard the movement, "Wake up."

"Why didn't you go back to your room?"

"I saw you crying like a panda last night, what if you can't think about it if I leave regardless?"

Luo Wenying rubbed the corners of her eyes lightly, "You see me so fragile?"

"Hurry up and wash up, and I'll take you downstairs for breakfast later." Song Jinzhuo got up, his brows and eyes were full of laziness, he walked to the door, and nodded at Luo Wenying with his finger, "Remember to go out and touch up your makeup, and your client will see you later You look like this, maybe you think you are being bullied by the boss."

Thinking of Ming Zheng, Luo Wenying felt a pain in her temple again, and she would feel dizzy and dizzy, not knowing what to talk about later.

Seeing her in a daze, Song Jinzhuo walked back to Luo Wenying, "Let me see...my aunt called me yesterday."

"?" Luo Wenying didn't know why.

"She knows that we are all here on a business trip, and she wants me to take good care of you and return to Ying'an City to bring you home."

Already so fast?

Luo Wenying didn't speak, Song Jinzhuo walked to the door with a smile and opened it, "So hurry up and refresh yourself, don't think that I will do something to you."

He walked out, turned around and said to Luo Wenying, "I'll go to the room to change clothes, you wait for me."

The elevator doors opened and closed.

Incredibly heavy.

Mingzheng was hiding in the corner of the wall, just in time to see Song Jinzhuo coming out of Luo Wenying's room, the last words fell into his ears, Song Jinzhuo smiled exquisitely, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand held Luo Wenying's hand. waved.