It took him a long time to walk slowly, sit down on the sofa, look at her, "Tell me."

In the quiet living room, inexplicably depressed.

It was too difficult to show his feelings to Song Fuxing, and even convinced him to forget Lin Qi and live a good life with him. The situation was very different.

Xia Mu took a deep breath and sat down beside his sofa, "I actually knew since I was a child that not everyone can be with the person they like, and there are always regrets in some things."

Song Fuxing looked at her without saying a word, and didn't know if he could listen.

Xia Mu was a little nervous, especially his eyes looked completely different from the gentleness of the usual, which made her heart tremble unconsciously.

"We...we are together well in the future, so let it go through the past."

She didn't dare to look at him and spoke intermittently, but Song Fuxing didn't say anything, and responded to her silence.

Song Fuxing looked at her with dark eyes for a long time, as if he was uncontrollable. He reached out and pulled open the drawers of the desk next to the sofa, and there was a cigarette that had not moved for a long time.

With a "click", the sound of the lighter's crisp flip sounded in the quiet living room.

Xia Mu's heart sank slightly, and loss replaced his uneasiness.

In fact, he rarely smokes in front of her, and almost never smokes. He seems to have quit completely, and now he suddenly picks up again...

She remembered what Li Feng said, his cigarettes and alcohol were learned by Lin Qi, and now it is also because of her...

Or because of her, the woman who should have let him worry-free begins to ask for many things, such as wanting him to love himself wholeheartedly.

Song Fuxing lowered his eyes, the smoke between his slender fingers, and the ethereal smoke rose, gradually blurring his clear eyebrows and eyes.

Half a cigarette seemed to have failed to relieve his current impatience, but instead made him even more irritable. He suddenly leaned over and reached out and twisted the cigarette into the ashtray.

"make life difficult for."

Xia Mu's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and he suddenly hoped that he was deaf and could not hear anything.

Song Fuxing looked up and his voice was low and depressing, "Xia Mu, I can't get through here. You don't know how unwilling I am. It should be me, why should it be him!" He stood up suddenly, his voice was too low because it was too unbearable to grit his teeth.

Xia Mu had never seen him like this before, and was scared to shivering slightly.

Seeing this, Song Fuxing paused slightly. He closed his eyes suddenly, tried to calm down for a moment, and turned around and walked out, "There is something else in the company. I'll ask Aunt Chen to take care of you. You can go to bed first at night."

Xia Mu watched Song Fuxing leave his sight, and then the sound of the door closing came.

Her eyes were instantly wet, and grievances spread out suddenly. She had to use a lot of effort to prevent her tears from falling.
Chapter completed!