Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

Leng Kuang sighed, petting and helpless.

He took two steps forward and reached out to hold Chu Qing's hand: "A Qing, I know that you still love me, isn't it great? We can be together. If you go back, we are together as you are. The possibility is also very low."

"Shut up for me!" Chu Qing gritted her teeth and pushed him abruptly away.

When she jumped out of bed, she ran out without even wearing shoes.

Leng Kuang's eyes sank, and he subconsciously reached out to grab her arm.

Chu Qing's eyes tightened, she turned around and came to the washing room, stretched out her hand to unscrew the door of the washing room, and then shut it with a "bang!" It was locked, and Leng Kuang was separated from the door.

The loud sound of the door seemed to show her inner panic.

Yes, Chu Qing is scared.

She was afraid of such madness, and she was also afraid that she could not hold onto her heart, and wanted to be with madness again regardless of nothing.

The child was gone, and when she left coldly, she told herself that she had sworn to herself that she would never be with this man again, otherwise she would die.

Leng Kuang walked to the door with deep eyes, raised his hand and knocked, softly calling her: "A Qing."

Chu Qing leaned her back against the door, frowned her frowning, and roared: "Go away, now I don't want to talk to you, don't talk to me, I will be annoyed when I hear your voice."

There was a trace of distress running over Leng Kuang's eyes.

His tone was softer and lighter: "A Qing, open the door, baby, open..."

Chu Qing interrupted him, her voice trembling with anger: "Don't call me that! It's **** disgusting..."

A smile appeared at the corner of Leng Kuang's mouth, slightly bitter, and he reached out to cover the doorknob and twisted it, and found that she had been locked inside.

He knew that he had imprisoned her by his side in the name of "love", which was indeed very selfish and she should indeed be angry, but he did not regret it.

Turn around, leaning against the door like Chu Qing.

When he saw the slippers next to the bed, he was worried and said: "Aqing, you have suffered such a serious injury. Now your body is just fine, the floor is cold, and you don't have shoes on. You step on it with bare feet. It’s easy to get worse."

Across the road, Chu Qing, with her back leaning on the door, slid down slowly against the door, and then squatted on the ground.

Indeed, the soles of the feet are cold, but the heart is colder.

She used her hands to lightly embraced herself, and said to the cold and crazy outside: "What is the cold? I am already a dead person. What are you afraid of? Don't you know? The dead are not afraid of cold!"

At the corner of Leng Kuang's mouth, a silent wry smile appeared.

Regardless of whether the decision is good or not, he has already done that and will be treated like this, which is naturally within his consideration.

After a while, he opened his lips, and his voice was very soft: "I know you are angry. My decision like this is really bad, but is it wrong for me to just want to be with you? A Qing, I love you, so naturally I want to be with you. You are together, if you are willing to be with me, why should I be like this!"

Chu Qing sneered: "Crazy, you are so funny! Do you think that after hurting me like that, can I still be with you without any complaints?"

Leng Kuang closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "I know I was not good before, so I will treat you twice now. Don't you feel it during this time, how am I treating you?"

Hearing that, Chu Qing laughed, but in that laughter, there was only mockery and irony.