My Third Gentleman

Chapter 2 First See (2)

Jing Wushuang went into the bathroom and patted some cold water on her face. The phone in her handbag suddenly rang. The familiar but long-lost ringtone made Jing Wushuang's heart tremble slightly. She listened in a daze. This ringtone—

Her gaze was a little wandering, a little uncertain, and a little...painful, she bit her lip, after all she opened the zipper of the handbag, looking at the distressing name, the string of familiar ones that she can carry on her back. Number, hold your breath and press the answer button, put the phone to your ear with a trembling hand, "Hey..."

Fang Buddha exhausted all the strength of his whole body before spitting out such a word.

"Wushuang, it's me."

Hearing this sound from this number, these four words, Jing Wushuang's body shook for a while, and she was dizzy. She almost fell to the ground with a black face. She quickly reached out and held the sink to stabilize her body.

Xu knew that Jing Wushuang would not be able to talk, and the other end of the phone continued, "I am back with Mu Bai. There will be a family dinner on the weekend. I hope you can attend. I personally tell you that I don't want you to hear us from other people. News, Wushuang, there is no right or wrong in feelings, only love or not, cherish or not cherish, this man was not taken by me, but he himself does not love you, he originally belonged to me, after these two years Precipitation, do you want to understand this?"

She was still the same as when she was a child, no matter what she did, she could always be so confident when she robbed anything from her.

Jing Wushuang clenched her fists, raised her small face slightly, and gently closed her eyes. She thought the past that had already been sealed in her heart because of this call collapsed instantly and hit like a tide.

However, what really missed her was the male voice that was as good as always on the phone. Through the phone, she could feel the kind of long-distance and humbleness she was familiar with, mixed with the tenderness she was not familiar with. He said, "Baby Son, who do you talk to on the phone?"

Xia Ziwei said something lightly, she couldn't understand it anymore, she didn't know how to hang up the phone.

She clenched her lower lip and tugged her chest tightly in an attempt to drive away the sudden suffocation. She slowly slipped and fell to the floor.

The coldness on the floor finally made her awake a bit, it's been almost two years, why would she collapse just by hearing their voices?

Jing Wushuang, these days, what about those toughness you have tempered? The most unaffordable thing in the world is feelings. It's all over. Who doesn't have one? Why can't you let it go?

She didn't know how long she had been sitting on the cold floor, and was about to adjust her breathing. She suppressed the overwhelming emotions on her apex, and was interrupted by the door pushing behind her. She instinctively raised her white, heart-wrenching face. Look at the door.

For an instant, she looked at the person in her eyes in astonishment. It was a man who came in, a man with exquisite expressions. She rarely looked like a idiot. She had seen a man like Tang Mubai. She thought she wouldn't be astonished anymore, but she seemed to be less visible in the world.

The most amazing thing about this man besides his looks and aura, his upright posture, his handsome face seems to have a trace of nobility that no one can match, and his deep eyes reveal a steady wit, but he shoots at her His gaze seemed a little...unpleasant, because his brows were tightened.

(End of this chapter)