Drifting Towards You

Obviously, he was dissatisfied with the suicide.

It can even be said to be very dissatisfied.

Han Jingrong laughed at herself and said softly, "Is it because it disturbed your mood with that woman?"

Li Mubai sneered: "It's quite unlucky."

Hearing this, Han Jingrong tried her best to endure nothing, and it took a long time to control her tears: "If I die, will you feel a little sad?"

"No." Li Mubai said coldly.

"I don't believe it! Even if you don't like me, we are still friends at least. You won't have no feelings for me at all!" Han Jingrong finally couldn't help but said angrily, but escaped, obviously making her lack of breath, and her voice heard. It seems to be a little faint.

"Heh, if you have to say that. I admit that there were some points before. But you have been pestering me for so many years, like a dog skin plaster, and the feelings of that year have long been wiped out." Li Mubai sneered. As he opened his mouth, a smile fell on Han Jingrong's face.

Han Jingrong seemed to be mocked, and overturned the bottles and jars on the bedside table, and shouted at him: "You bastard! Li Mubai, you bastard!"

Li Mubai slowly approached, lowered his head and said in his ear: "The woman who posted upside down is worthless. Besides, you have the trouble of the Han family behind you. Even if you are playing, I won't look for you."

His breath was warm, scattered in her ears.

He had never been so close to her.

But Han Jingrong's heart was as painful as a thousand arrows pierced his heart, and it was even hard to breathe.

Tears burst into his eyes as soon as his words fell, and her whole body seemed to be drained of strength in an instant.

Li Mubai glanced at her sarcastically, then turned and left without any lingering feelings.

Han Jingrong yelled in the ward like a madman, pulling the drip bottle on her arm, beating the quilt tightly.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! You said that deliberately...you said that deliberately..."

"Mu Bai... Mu Bai..."

Han Jingrong's tears covered her pale face.

She doesn't understand, does he have to humiliate her like this?

Do you have to use this attitude...

Feng Yikun saw this scene when he came in. He lifted the bedside table in silence, looked at the woman on the bed and said solemnly, "Is it enough?"

Han Jingrong sat there in despair, saying nothing.

Feng Yikun spoke again with a low voice: "Is the humiliation enough? Is the pain enough?"

"Get out! You come to make fun of me too! You all get out of me!" Han Jingrong said angrily, her eyes scarlet like a lunatic.

Feng Yikun laughed at himself, his voice full of bitterness: "When can you look back at me?"

Han Jingrong did not speak, as if she had not heard.

He likes her. She actually knew it early on.

But that person had already taken root in her heart, and after so many years, she had already grown into a towering tree.

If that tree must be uprooted, she will die.

"I'm sorry." Han Jingrong said softly.

Feng Yikun's Adam's apple moved slightly and was silent for a while, standing by the bed and gently hugging her in his arms, without making a sound.

After Li Mubai left, he was not in a good mood.

After all, he became the kind of person he hated, the same person as his mother.

Taking advantage of the feelings and love of others, they wantonly trampled and hurt.

He sat in the car and lit a cigarette, lowered his head and turned on the phone, turned to the photo album, and clicked on the photo that Xia Feise took last night.

The woman in the photo has a warm smile, wearing a silver birthday hat like a fairy.