Dating After Divorce

Exchange - Secret?

Ning Rou opened her eyes, and before she had time to answer, Luo Zhen moved forward, and the upper body of the two suddenly came closer.

Between the nostrils, there is a touch of citrus fragrance, and there is also a quiet wood fruit fragrance.

They all smell so good, and easily, they confuse her heart.

She felt that Luo Zhen's lips were on her cheek, and she also felt the light breathing coming from the side of the ear.

It was hot and slightly sweet, and her face couldn't help but turn red.

Her consciousness fell into this darkness and was completely captured silently.

When she reacted, the woman's voice was already ringing close to her ear.

"You know? Before I met you, I was in the Luo family and had no right to speak."

Luo Zhen's tone was so calm that there was no ups and downs.

It seems that everything she said at this time did not happen to herself, but to an indifferent stranger——

A seventeen-year-old girl, living under the pressure of her father all day long, has no money, no privacy, and no freedom. She only hopes that one day she will be able to leave this cage-like home.

After waiting for a long time, she finally got a chance to escape.

However, she never thought that the only extravagance in her dark life would be brutally killed by a blade in the end.

The blade, very thin and thin, left her lying in a pool of blood in the stairwell all night.

The autumn full of yellow leaves is Luo Zhen's favorite season.

To this day, she still remembers those scattered in the romantic autumn night——

Terrible, strong smell of blood.

Every time she thinks of it, her heart froze.

"Luo Zhenting didn't let me go abroad, so he found someone and secretly stuffed the blade into my clothes."

"He succeeded. He made me never get out of the Luo family."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

After the story was told, Luo Zhen's face was still calm, and the red lips covered by long hair were gently ticked, revealing an indifferent smile.

She didn't say who the person who inserted the blade was, she was afraid that Ning Rou would not be able to accept it.

Being hurt by his own father is already sad enough; being betrayed by his best friend is even more ironic.

Luo Zhen lowered his eyes, and in his heart, he still harbored some resentment for that past event.

He resented Luo Zhenting and Pei Yi.

It's not that she can't take revenge, but even if she does, what can she do?

Luo Zhenting is her biological father, and he also gave her some meager fatherly love in her childhood that she can't remember; and Pei Yi also gave her a warm friendship in her youth.

The more you can't get something, the more you want something.

Before she met Ning Rou, her life was gloomy, and the light from the little father's love and friendship was enough for her to hide in her heart and cherish it as a treasure.

Even after being hurt like that, she was only disappointed with her father and friends, and would rather endure the pain alone than reveal the truth.

Just like a child abandoned by everyone, she will take every person who is good to her in her heart, and always hope that there is someone who can care, care and love her for the rest of her life.

But in the end, it was discovered that everyone's goodness to her was all with interests and purposes.

Only Ning Rou did not demand anything from her.

Even when he left, he didn't take a penny, only a photo.

her photo.

Luo Zhen just thought of this, and his heart was sour, but wrapped in this sour taste was a ray of hidden and unknowable joy.

She didn't even notice the joy.

Ning Rou really loves her, just like she loves Ning Rou too.

Only when you really love someone can you do such a stupid thing——

Instead of holding a bank card with a balance of several million, I only took an old and worthless photo.

Luo Zhen was still immersed in her memories, and before she recovered, a drop of water fell from the air and landed firmly in her palm.

She lowered her head and looked around, only to see a thin layer of water marks on her palm. When she looked up at Ning Rou, she realized that the other party didn't know when, and cried.

No need to ask, she also knew for whom Ning Rou's tears flowed.

She felt thankful that she didn't tell the whole truth, because once she did, Ning Rou would only cry more than she is now.

In the surrounding area, there was no sound, and the atmosphere was inexplicably quiet and sad.

When Ning Rou cried, it was very quiet, and the whimpering in her throat was all endured.

Her tears did not flow much, like beads that were randomly placed on the edge of the table after the thread was broken. Only when the wind was blowing would a bead fall to the ground, intermittently, and never ending.

Although Luo Zhen guessed that Ning Rou would cry because of this incident, but looking at those red eyes at this time, her heart still hurts unconsciously.

She pursed her lips, and the corners of her mouth contained an indifferent smile, as if she didn't care about what happened back then.

Before Ning Rou opened her mouth, she stretched out her left hand that was not rubbed with medicine, facing the wood fruit fragrance in the air, and gently touched the wet red eye end with her fingertips.

"What are you crying for?"

"It's all over, the wound on the wrist is long gone."

The more Luo Zhen showed indifference, the more Ning Rou's heart ached.

In Luo Zhen's album, she saw countless photos of Luo Zhen and the piano, but after three years of marriage, Luo Zhen never played the piano at home.

She thought that Luo Zhen was busy with the company's affairs and had no time to spend on her hobbies, but she never thought that the real reason was because Luo Zhen couldn't play the piano at all.

She felt sad, for Luo Zhen.

For the first time in her life, she felt what 'hate' felt.

She hated Luo Zhenting, how could she do such cruel things to Luo Zhen.

Thinking of Luo Zhen's self-mockery just now, her eyes turned even redder, and her two hands unknowingly held Luo Zhen's injured wrist tightly.

"You're not stupid, not stupid at all!"

"Luo Zhenting is too bad, he is not worthy of being your father!"

Luo Zhenting was not very good to Ning Rou.

A strange woman who appeared out of nowhere and didn't know a word suddenly married Luo Zhen and married into the Luo family.

For Ning Rou, he despised him in his heart.

Although Ning Soft was dull, he could somewhat feel this contempt.

She herself didn't care much, because the other party was Luo Zhen's father, and every time she mentioned it, she would call him "Mr. Luo" with respect.

But now, she feels that Luo Zhenting doesn't deserve her respect, and she can finally understand why Luo Zhen never called Luo Zhenting 'Dad'.

Her eyes were sore, and her tears seemed to have stopped, so she looked at Luo Zhen aggrievedly in the pale and hazy moonlight.

How pitiful is how touching.

Luo's heart is really hot.

She could hear Ning Rou's concern and distress towards herself, as well as her hatred and dissatisfaction towards Luo Zhenting.

Ning Rou was angry and angry, so real, nothing false.

In the eight years of acquaintance, she had never seen Ning Rou angry, and tonight was the first time she saw her.

is for her.

For her sake, Ning Rou revealed a side of her soft and docile personality that she had never shown before.

For no reason, she suddenly had the urge to cry.

How lucky she was to meet Ning Rou in the crowd.

How lucky she was to find Ning Rou back after she lost her.

She never believed in fate. She felt that fate should be in her own hands, but at this moment, she had to thank God——

Let Ning Rou come to her side.

Her fingertips were still resting on the reddish end of her eyes, looking at that, there were no tears in the red eyes, but her fingers only used a little strength, and a round teardrop was smooth again. Look out the corner.

Press it to squeeze out a tear.

It was exactly the same as Ning Baobao, who was sick in her arms that day, but would rather close her eyes than cry.

Stubborn and cute.

Can't help but feel distressed.

Her right hand was held by Ning Rou, so she could only release her left hand from Ning Rou's face, and all the way down, she quietly wrapped around the slender waist that was hidden in the white nightgown, and brought the person in front of her. With a belt, and then, holding the person in his arms with one hand.

Very gentle movements, no eroticism/lust beyond boundaries.

I just want to coax Ning Rou.

Without words to comfort her, she released her hand from Ning Rou's waist, learned the way Ning Rou used to soothe her, and gently stroked Ning Rou's back with the palm of her hand.

In the night sky, the silver moon hangs high.

Beyond the gaps in the curtains, the moonlight shrouded the two bodies hugging tightly.

Time passed minute by minute, until the body in his arms gradually calmed down, Luo Zhen was finally willing to let go.

Ning Rou still lowered her head, still did not let go of her wrist.

She knew that Ning Rou felt sorry for the injuries she had suffered, and she also felt sorry for her. From now on, she would never be able to play the piano again.

She felt the sadness from the tips of her wrists.

This made her heart feel some pain, not for herself, but for Ning Rou.

In the air, there was silence.

Ning Rou's mood is still very heavy.

When she didn't notice, Luo Zhen's hand was already on her arm.

Those pinholes can be traced back to when she was four or five years old.

The moonlight was dim, her arm was white and flawless, and there was no scar on it at all.

But Luo Zhen's hand had already memorized the positions of all the needle's eyes.

"I told you my secret."

"Now, it's your turn."

"Tell me, where did these pinholes come from?"

Still a gentle, coaxing, bewitching question.

Ning Rou's heart defense is the weakest at this moment.

Couldn't resist such a tone at all.

She lowered her head and loosened her lips slightly. For the first time, she did not escape and answered Luo Zhen's question.

"Um... an injection."

"Every day, so, so there are needles."

Her voice did not waver, as if she had long been accustomed to the matter of 'injection'.

But Luo Zhen's scalp felt numb.

Ning Rou will not lie, and Ning Rou will not lie to her.

Ning Rou said that injections are required every day, that is, injections are required every day.

But why is a healthy person required to have injections every day?

Inexplicably, she felt a chill in her heart.

When he spoke again, his voice was also slightly trembling.

She dared not ask, but had to keep asking.

"With so many needles, how many needles are needed in a day?"

There was only curiosity in her tone, no other signs of deeper inquiry.

Ning Rou was unprepared and quickly answered.

"Sometimes more, sometimes less."

"I can't tell."

More, how to define more?

Less, how to define less?

Luo Zhen wanted to ask again, but he was afraid that he would be too specific and would make Ning Rou suspicious, so he asked another question.

Another more important question.

"Oh, what kind of needles were they shot?"

Still very casual, nonchalant tone that doesn't arouse the slightest suspicion.

Ning Rou really had no doubts.

This question is a bit difficult for her.

After thinking for a while, she shook her head and gave the answer in a soft voice.

"Too much."

"Everything."

"I can't read."

"I don't know what needle was shot."

Too much, everything--

When Luo Zhen heard these two words, she felt cold all over, and her hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably.

Her thoughts were a little confused, but after ten seconds, she woke up and forced herself to ask again.

"Don't know a single one?"

Ning Rou still shook her head.

She really didn't know that those Chinese characters, she didn't even dare to read them, how could she be able to recognize them?

She wanted to say she didn't know, but in her mind, some vague images appeared. It was a pile of white and transparent test tubes with English labels that she didn't know. The man's voice --

"The hormone levels are not up to the standard, and the injections should continue to be adjusted."

Immediately afterwards, she saw the man pick out one of the test tubes and hand it to the assistant next to him.

The label on the test tube contained only four capital letters.

Her consciousness has not yet reacted, and the four letters have been read out in her mouth——

"E-P-I-B."

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