Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Master Cheng lived such a big life, for the first time I felt what it was like to stabbing a knife into his heart.

He wanted to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak a word.

I just feel very uncomfortable...

After a long time, he asked a ridiculous question: "Do you like me or him?"

Sister Hong sat there, looked at the scenery outside the French windows, and said softly: "I don't like it anymore at my age. I just talk about suitability. Do you understand Cheng Zheng?"

Cheng Ye slowly got up, knowing that the matter had reached a point of inability to recover.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and stood silently for a while, before his voice dumbed: "Liu Hong, you may find it ridiculous when I say these, but you are the first woman I regret to separate. I don't know if that is. Love, maybe I'm such a big man, I don't know love at all, otherwise, how could I hurt your heart again and again?"

He came again, squatting in front of her, looking up at her face.

Reaching out his hand, he seemed to want to touch her face, but in the end he took it back.

Hoarse voice: "I'm sorry for making you so sad. If you want to be with that little white face, if you feel so happy, then marry him. I promise I won't do anything to him, and I won't bother you again."

Sister Hong's nose was a little sour, and she lowered her head: "Thank you."

Master Cheng's breathing rose, and his voice was rough and rough: "Thank you, why don't you thank me for being such a bastard?"

As he said, remembering that he hadn't made her pregnant, he punched the sofa angrily.

Fortunately, he still counted, and didn't hit her.

After venting the annoyance in my heart like this, I really didn't have the face to stay any longer and leave soon.

Waiting for him to leave, Sister Hong walked to the French window and looked outside.

She can't tell if she loves Chengzheng. Maybe she was fascinated by money and his so-called masculinity. She only felt that when he coaxed her, she was very happy, but when he turned around to hug another woman, she was sad.

Even now, there is still some pain.

Sister Hong smiled lightly, laughing a little self-deprecatingly.

Cheng Ye said he would not appear in her life, but she would always meet him later.

Often I just parked the car downstairs to her, didn't go upstairs to look for her, and didn't even look for the phone. It just stopped all night.

Sister Hong didn't know what he meant, and didn't want to care about him.

After a long time, he probably didn't feel interesting anymore. He didn't come for a week.

Sister Hong breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would not come.

She is still in good health, and occasionally she drinks tea with Su Mu or listens to a concert with Professor Lin.

They are like ordinary friends, without intimacy.

He was giving time to Sister Hong, and Sister Hong wanted to give him time to think carefully.

Not having children is one thing, but raising children for others is another.

After Sister Hong listened to the concert, Professor Lin sent her home. The car drove slowly to her downstairs and saw Cheng Zheng's car parked there.

Sister Hong has a headache. He hasn't come for a week, and now he continues.

Professor Lin pondered for a moment: "Do you want me to avoid it?"

"No." She said suddenly, "You live with me, just tidy up the guest room."

Professor Lin looked at her and said yes.

He opened the door and got out of the car, and went to Sister Hong's side to open the door: "Be careful..."