Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Han Xin's words were sonorous, as if carved into Su Zhaoxue's heart.

That's right, it's my own fault. If I hadn't couldn't help but want to find him, I wouldn't have been photographed with these unsightly photos, and I wouldn't have caused everyone in the company to be overwhelmed.

Whether it is the manager or the lover, they have failed too much.

Su Zhaoxue laughed at herself and became more and more negative in her heart.

If it really can't be solved, it's a good idea to go abroad, right? Han Xin looked at Su Zhaoxue's depression, and his anger was even more intense.

No one knew how angry and jealous she was at the first sight of the newspaper.

She knew that the two people in the photo were A Li and Su Zhaoxue. How could anyone bear the feeling of seeing the person she loves entangled with others?

Han Xin sighed and shook his head weakly.

"Su Zhaoxue, since Ah Li has chosen you, you should make him truly happy, right?"

"Ali's pressure is even greater than yours. When this happened, what would his grandfather do to him? Have you ever thought about it? Do you know what happened to Ali?

With a word to wake up the dreamer, Su Zhaoxue realized the seriousness of the matter.

Now is not the time for her to be passive. If she can't help Ah Li, who can help him?

Thinking of this, Su Zhaoxue grabbed the clothes on the chair and ran downstairs quickly. Now he must need comfort, this person can only be himself.

As soon as she ran downstairs, Su Zhaoxue saw the Bentley ISR parked at the gate.

It was almost immediately recognized that it was Song Hongli's car.

Walking over slowly, when approaching the door, the window was slowly lowered.

What appeared was Song Hongli's pale face, and the tears that hadn't been wiped off the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, my heart was stabbed abruptly. Does this person want to bear it alone again?

If he didn't go downstairs by himself, would he stay here for a day? Su Zhaoxue got into the car and hugged Song Hongli directly in his arms.

"Idiot, why don't you go up? Why do you have to bear it yourself〃々?"

Song Hongli didn't answer Su Zhaoxue's words, just buried her head deeply between her neck.

After a while, Su Zhaoxue felt the heat and humidity on her neck and cried again.

It seems that after being with me, this person always cries.

He clearly said that he should take good care of him, so why did it make him feel so uncomfortable.

Su Zhaoxue stroked Song Hongli's back, just simply wanting to comfort the injured person.

"Hold me tight, okay? I'm so cold, really cold.

It turns out that my heart really hurts.

Su Zhaoxue wrapped her hands around the trembling man, biting her lower lip with her teeth, preventing her tears from flowing out of her eyes.

The two were leaning against each other like this, feeling each other's body temperature.

Sitting until late at night, Su Zhaoxue didn't ask Song Hongli anything, didn't say anything.

Song Hongli gently pushed Su Zhaoxue's body away, reluctantly preparing to leave this embrace.

"What's wrong?"

Su Zhaoxue asked inexplicably, her bright eyes were especially bright in the dim car.

Just think of a black pearl, so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it.

"Zhaoxue, what should be faced is always to be faced, I have been cowardly for too long, haven't I? 55

Song Hongli spoke lightly, with an unprecedented determination and irresistible tone in his tone.

"Ali! You don't..."

Su Zhaoxue was about to speak, but Song Hongli gagged her mouth abruptly.

This was Song Hongli's first initiative, and Su Zhaoxue tasted it carefully.

Su Zhaoxue understood Song Hongli's intention and his determination.

Gently kissed Song Hongli's forehead, and got out of the car without looking back.

Su Zhaoxue was afraid. She was afraid that if she looked at that person again, she would shake the determination she finally established.

Song Hongli stared at Su Zhaoxue's back for a long time, and closed her eyes until her back disappeared to an invisible place.

The white sports car disappeared at the door of Yuhui Company, and drove quickly into the distance.

Looking at the fast-passing road and pedestrians, Song Hongli's mouth curled slightly, forming a beautiful arc.

The foot kept stepping on the accelerator, even if the pointer had already exceeded 200 or more, it did not release.

Enjoying the ultimate thrill and excitement, Song Hongli felt the mad blood in his body screaming at him and competing with him, just like his opponents on the racing track, not giving in to each other.

Sometimes, what is seen on the surface is not necessarily the truth.

Knowing the person knows the face but not the heart, even if it is a docile cat outside, if you irritate it, there will be a day when it will go crazy, not to mention Song Hongli.

Parking the car at the entrance of the Song family villa, Song Hongli shook his head looking at the dark gate.

It seems that the Song family today is even more bizarre than before.

Gently pushing the door open, as Song Hongli expected, Song Yuan sat on the sofa with a livid face, and on the burgundy coffee table, was today's newspaper.

Since there is no way out, it is better to face it honestly.

Walking slowly towards the sofa, Song Hongli bowed to Song Yuan as usual.

"""grandfather.

Song Hongli's voice fell, and the huge living room fell into silence, except for Song Yuan's sound of flipping through the newspaper.

"Ali, I hope you can explain to me, what's going on? Is the person in this photo you? Or rather? Are you the person written in these newspapers?"

"Grandpa, I..."

"I just want to know, (Li Lizhao) is the son of our Song family losing face to such a degree! Song Yuan threw the newspaper in Song Hongli's face and shouted loudly.

The face that was originally livid turned black and red for a while because of anger, and the eyes were also full of anger and chill.

Song Hongli looked at Song Yuan's angry eyes, and there was already a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

He wasn't worried that something would happen to him. After all, Song Yuan was his own grandfather. No matter how angry he was, he wouldn't touch him.

It's just, Su Zhaoxue, what will happen to that person, grandpa will definitely try his best to deal with her.

"What? You have the guts to do it, but you don't have the guts to admit it? Do you have to show me the unsightly evidence before you admit it?

Song Yuan's anger became more and more intense, and his voice was a little higher than before.

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