C11 She Was too Dirty

"Because she's too dirty and needs water to wash her. " Xiao Yiran's cold voice passed through the atmosphere and reached Su Nuanzheng's ears. It was just a casual voice. One sentence. However, at this moment, it was like a sharp knife stabbing into Su Nuanzheng's heart.

"But that bottle of water contains my saliva?" The red-haired woman pretended to be surprised and exaggerated.

"Your saliva is cleaner than hers. " Xiao Yiran glanced at Su Nuanzheng and said word by word.

"Disgusting!" The red-haired woman gently patted Xiao Yiran's chest and said coquettishly, "Let's go. I have to hurry to the venue. There is a public performance today. "

"Alright. " Xiao Yiran stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Su Nuanzheng could not take it anymore when she saw Xiao Yiran drive away. She fell to the ground and hugged her knees tightly. Tears flowed down her hair along with the dripping water.

Did he have to humiliate her like this?

Xiao Yiran was still the same Xiao Yiran.

Actually, it made sense when he thought about it. As proud as he was, how could he allow others to betray him?

But now, the crueler he behaved, the more he cared in his heart, and the more he could not escape from her control.

Perhaps he really did love her at that time. That was why he hated her so deeply that it was engraved in his heart. They had unexpectedly met on the road, and he wanted to humiliate her. In this sort of situation, she should have been very happy, but why was her heart in such pain?

This type of pain was heart-wrenching, suffocating, a fate worse than death.

Xiao Yiran, why can't you be more calm and let everyone have a better life?

After an unknown amount of time, Su Nuanzheng felt that her brain had gone blank, and was no longer under her control.

She wanted to get up and take a taxi to the coffee shop to meet Ou Ziyang, but she found that her footsteps could not move at all. It was as if she had been possessed by a nightmare. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't come back to her senses.

At this time, Su Nuanzheng's phone suddenly rang.

One, two, this phone rang like a bright lamp in the darkness, guiding Su Nuanzheng to wake up bit by bit. She slowly picked up the phone.

The moment she picked up the phone, Ou Ziyang's angry roar sounded. "Hello, it's time. Where are you?"

"I'm downstairs. Ask Wang to pick me up. " Su Nuanzheng forcefully supported the strength in her body. But her voice was still slightly weak.

"Oh, okay. " When he heard Su Nuanzheng's weak voice, Ou Ziyang was suddenly stunned.

What was going on?

He had known Su Nuanzheng for so many years, but he had never heard her cry. Was that an illusion? Did she really cry?

Ou Ziyang suddenly felt his heart start to panic.

What exactly happened? Could it be that she and her husband. . .

Ten minutes later, a Stretched Lincoln car drove into the courtyard of a small district in Bishuihan Residence. They saw a woman squatting on the ground by the side of the street. Her head was buried in her knees, as if she was sobbing. Ou Ziyang quickly shouted, "Wang, stop the car!"

Then, Ou Ziyang pushed open the door and ran out of the car.

His heart was filled with panic after hanging up the phone. When he saw Su Nuanzheng's haggard figure, his heart was already burning with anxiety. But he hurriedly jumped out of the car. When he saw that he was only a few steps away from Su Nuanzheng, his heart suddenly calmed down.

He took a deep breath, and then the corners of his mouth curled up. He increased the pace of his footsteps. He walked step by step to the front of Su Nuanzheng. He forcefully patted her shoulder and smiled as he asked, "You are becoming more and more arrogant. You actually pretended to be sick and asked me to come and pick you up. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Ou Ziyang's heart jumped to his throat.

He chose to use this method to ease Su Nuanzheng's mood. But he did not know if it was right or not. He was really worried that Su Nuanzheng would lift her teary head and throw herself into his arms. Then was it that all the effort he had put in to cover up all these years had gone to waste?

It was so quiet that even the surrounding air seemed to have stopped flowing.

After about five seconds, Su Nuanzheng slowly raised her head. She returned a very quiet smile to Ou Ziyang.