C4 Is it useful to be sorry

Su Drifting Water lay motionless on the ground.

His tears had dried long ago, and his face was ice-cold.

After an unknown period of time, she slowly got up, went upstairs, took a bath, and tidied herself up.

He sat in front of the dressing table and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was swollen, his eyes were black, and his mouth was curled up stiffly.

His smile was uglier than his crying.

Su Qiaohai turned his head. The villa was empty, no one else but himself.

In fact, this was the cage of Su Drifting Water.

His phone vibrated. It was a text message. "Sorry, I shouldn't have disturbed you."

As she read this apologetic text message, her heart was in a state of panic.

These nine years, she had finally paid the price for her selfishness.

She cooked for him every day and cleaned up the house.

In such a large villa, she purposely did not invite any servants. She was the one who cleaned every inch of the floor.

This was her and Zi Ming's home!

But what about men?

As she looked at her phone, Su Qianghai imagined the woman on the other side of the phone.

She had his man, but she had lost his heart for the rest of her life.

Her hand trembling, she viciously pinched her phone and bit her lips to reply.

"Is there any use in being sorry?"

After sending this short message, Su Drifting Water threw his phone to the side and slept soundly.

In her dream, she saw Leng Ziming with a girl. His smile was very gentle, an unimaginable sort of gentleness. The sun was warm, but Su Qian Chen's smile was bone-chilling.

She was standing right in front of him, but Leng Ziming acted as if he hadn't seen her.

"Zi Ming!" "Zi Ming!" She wanted to call out to him, but she didn't want him to leave her. This was the man she had loved for nine years.

He reached out his hand, yet his palm passed through the man's body.

He wanted to hug her, but in the end, his arms were empty.

Leng Ziming lowered his head to look at the cute girl beside him, murmuring gently.

Tears streamed down their faces as they watched the two's retreating backs.

She suddenly opened her eyes. The window had opened at an unknown time, and as the wind blew through the window, she was curled up in the corner of the bed.

He stood up to close the window, only to see a familiar black car.

This was Leng Ziming's car!

"Bang bang!"

The door was violently pushed open, slammed into the wall, and bounced back violently.

Leng Ziming strode forward like a meteor, his deep eyes filled with a monstrous killing intent. He reached out his hand to pinch Su Qinghai's neck, "You evil woman!"

She had just woken up, but there were still tears on her face. She looked pitiful.

"Do you think I would fall in love with you without Qing Qing?" Leng Ziming's face was dark, filled with anger, his hands constantly pressing down, "Do you think I would like a venomous woman like you?"

She wanted to laugh. This was the first time in nine years that she had heard him speak so much. Not for anything else, but because of a woman who had been taken in.

What was she to him?

"You want to strangle me?" Her voice was hoarse, and Su Qian did not struggle at all.

Leng Ziming flung his hand away, grinning viciously. "I don't need to kill you."

How was this a husband and wife, this was clearly an enemy!

Su Qian Di wanted to laugh, but the pain in her heart was too great. She covered her chest and said sorrowfully, "Why do you hate me so much? Leng Ziming, I am also someone with good intentions! I've loved you for nine years. Even if you're a doll, or a cat or dog, you'll still have feelings for me! "

"Leng Ziming, are you interested?"

His trembling hands stretched out, wanting to touch this heart, wanting to know if it was as cold as usual.

Beneath his firm chest and tight muscles, his heart was beating vigorously.

Su Drifting Water could feel it!

He was alive!