Chapter 109

The sky is getting brighter, and the sky of crab shell green begins to smudge the sunrise of fish maw white. This is a sunny weather, the air is fresh, and it is the most ray of sunshine in early winter.

At more than six o'clock, the whole world seems to have just begun.

Shen Zhao drove the car on the empty road and took the sick Song Ling to the villa.

Along the way, no one said a word. Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of the villa yard.

Song Ling got out of the car, did not enter the house, stood at the door and waited for Shen Zhao. Shen Zhao stopped the car and got off with the bag. The moment he got out of the car, he raised his eyes and looked at her, and was stunned for a moment.

Perhaps because of the tossing all night, her face was not so bright? Look, it was not as rosy as when she had a fever last night, but pale with a little weakness.

Shen Zhao softened slightly and said, "Take the medicine first, then go to sleep."

Song Ling lowered her eyes and hummed, because she leaned on the seat and squinted for a while, her hair was a little messy, and the moment she lowered her head to respond to her, she was actually a little pitiful.

Shen Zhao saw Song Ling who looked like that, and wanted to speak again, but in the end, he only curled his lips without speaking, turned around and walked into the room.

For a whole night, Song Ling fell into a drowsy sleep for a while, and Shen Zhao had to keep an eye on her infusion bag, so she hardly slept all night. The moment she entered the room, the heating came up and she felt a little tired.

There was still the porridge that Song Ling cooked last night in the kitchen pot, which had been kept warm. In order to let Song Ling take medicine, Shen Zhao filled two bowls and boiled some eggs. After the two finished eating, they packed up and went upstairs.

Song Ling went to the bathroom. Shen Zhao stood in front of the bed in the room and tidied up the bedding. He made an appointment for a quilt dryer in advance. The phone in the bag by the bed suddenly vibrated. Shen Zhao was stunned and turned to pick up the phone. It was Song Ling's phone. The screen showed that the caller was Ji Mingshu.

It was almost eight o'clock, and Ji Mingshu probably didn't know that Song Ling was ill.

Shen Zhao turned his head and glanced at the closed door of the bathroom. After hesitation, he answered the phone.

"Hey."

On the other end of the phone, Ji Mingshu heard a familiar voice and was stunned for a while. He took off his phone and glanced at the number on the screen. After confirming that it was correct, Caiman shouted, "Miss Shen."

Shen Zhao: "Song Ling is a little uncomfortable, she won't go to work today."

Ji Mingshu did not hesitate, maintained his usual senior assistant behavior, and said respectfully, "Yes, Miss Shen."

Hanging up the phone, Song Linggang came out of the bathroom and looked up to see Shen Zhao standing beside the bed. Shen Zhao had a mobile phone in his hand and looked up to see her. I said that you are not feeling well, so I won't go to work today."

Song Ling gave a low hum and asked again, "Did you say anything else?"

Shen Zhao shook his head lightly and said no, and Song Ling responded, "?."

In the silent room, no one spoke again, and the atmosphere was a little depressed for a while. Shen Zhao put down the phone and said in a low voice, "The quilt will be dried for a while, I'll go out first, you can sleep."

After Shen Zhao finished speaking, he hurriedly raised his feet and was about to leave. When he walked to Song Ling, Song Ling suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist and whispered, "Azhao..."

Shen Zhao was dragged to a halt by her, and a soft low voice came from his ear: "Can you not go, I can't sleep alone."

Shen Zhao lightly clenched her palm, her heart was beating uncontrollably, she didn't even dare to raise her eyes to look at the person next to her, she clenched her palm tightly and said nervously, "You are sick and need to rest." After speaking She broke free from her hand and ran out of the room.

After closing the door in a panic, Shen Zhao stopped outside the door, his heart pounding, and it seemed that even his breathing became confused.

Abandoning the distracting thoughts in his mind, Shen Zhao pushed open the door of the next room. This was the side bed that Song Ling had given her to live in, but she hadn't stayed there a few times from beginning to end.

Walking into the room, there is still a faint familiar atmosphere in the room. The beds are all furnished, and it is still the same as before, and even the things on the head of the bed have not been touched.

It can be seen that someone has been cleaning here all the time.

Shen Zhao walked to the bed, raised his hand and opened the door of the cabinet beside the bed. Seeing that it was full of clothes, he suddenly froze for a moment.

These are the clothes she didn't take with her four years ago.

Things can save a lot of memories for people. The moment Shen Zhao saw those clothes, all the memories of the past came up at once. Every piece of clothes seemed to be able to remember what happened.

It's been a long time, but it still seems like yesterday.

The past cannot be recalled, and the bitterness that came to my mind again is the long-lost bitterness.

Perhaps, there is no hatred for a long time, and the only thing left is to let go.

After putting on his clothes, Shen Zhao went into the bathroom, rinsed off the exhaustion and running around all night, and was also washed away along with the sleepiness. When he came out, Shen Zhao was suddenly not sleepy.

Putting on a suspender skirt, with only a waistcoat draped over her shoulders, her hair draped wetly behind her back, the coolness made people sober, reminding her all the time what she should do.

The phone and bag were still outside, Shen Zhao was about to go out, and just after opening the door, someone suddenly stood beside the door. She was startled, Song Ling turned around and faced her, she stood here waiting for a long time.

Shen Zhao stood there in a daze, holding the door, looking up at her slightly, Song Ling also raised her eyebrows and looked at her. Because of her illness, her eyes were turbid and tired, paranoid and firm.

Song Ling stepped forward, Shen Zhao grabbed the doorknob tightly to prevent anyone from entering, Song Ling raised his eyes, his brows were scarlet and turbid, his wrists were clasped and he squeezed in and pushed him against the door.

Shen Zhao leaned against the door with her wet long hair hanging down on her back, and the coldness made her tremble all over her body. He looked up at her breathlessly, pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing.

Song Ling stared at the face she was thinking about, the firmness and stubbornness in her eyes were the same as before.

Shen Zhao clenched his palms tightly, trying to struggle subconsciously, Song Ling held her face in both hands, and whispered softly on her lips: "Don't push me away again,? No??"

Shen Zhao's fingers trembled and did not relax. The scent of the shower gel she had just bathed in was all around her. Her mind was chaotic, without any thoughts. She admitted that at this moment, she was nervous, more frightened, and even her breath was trembling.

She was afraid, and once again, she still couldn't escape.

The lips were in front of her, Song Ling pressed her head to kiss her lips, licked them deeply, and rubbed her lips and teeth together.

Apart from love and hate, every part of the skin in front of him, including his breath, is familiar.

The moment they touch, they burn instantly.

Song Ling let go of her, pressed against her forehead, and put one knee between her knees. Shen Zhao was paralyzed and had no strength, and she was supported by Song Ling.

Emotional desire confuses her mind, just like when she was sinking, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't push her away.

Reason tells herself that she should leave her, but every time she approaches, it will still cause thousands of waves in her heart.

She hates herself like this.

Shen Zhao stretched out his hand and pushed her away, avoiding the breath, panting nervously: "Don't come here!"

Song Ling stared at her profile, she knew that Ah Zhao was worried about her, and even loved her, but she was unwilling to admit it.

"You love me, Ah Zhao, you love me." Song Ling said firmly.

Shen Zhao's heart was filled with sour sadness, her eyes blurred for a moment, yes, she loves her, and after all those things, she still loves her...

Song Ling slowly paced towards her, step by step, gradually forcing her to the point where she had nowhere to go.

She fixed her face and said slowly, "Azhao, don't reject me, and don't deceive yourself, you clearly love me."

Shen Zhao finally couldn't help it, her tears burst to vent, she cried and roared: "Yeah, I can't forget you! It's been four years, and I've never forgotten it! Song Ling, aren't you very proud! "

Song Ling listened to her voice, her throat was sour, she looked down at her tear-stained face, cupped her hands, bowed her head and slowly kissed dry, swallowing all her sorrows one by one, and finally fell to her. On his lips, Song Ling spoke softly, with a cry in his voice, "I'm not very proud, I'm just very distressed."

Kissing her lips again, Shen Zhao whimpered and trembled uncontrollably. She hated this person, but she had to love this person. Such an intertwining of love and hate was about to swallow her up and kill her.

Maybe don't worry about anything anymore. If it is destined to be destroyed, it's better to do it sooner. She can't bear this kind of entanglement anymore.

Song Ling hugged her, kissed her, and entangled with her.

They are so familiar with each other that even four years apart, this body is still on fire.

Song Ling longed for her, and all the sensitivity in the depths of her body was firmly engraved in the depths of her blood.

Shen Zhao was lying on the bed, looking up at the person above her head, tears blurring her vision and blurring her heart.

Song Ling put her hand on top of her, looking at the sad and desperate person in her arms, she lowered her head to kiss her in distress, and choked: "Don't cry, Ah Zhao, don't cry..."

As soon as her Ah Zhao cried, her heart would hurt.

The surrounding temperature is slowly rising, there is no ambiguity, no flirting, obviously everything is out of time, but it seems to be a matter of course.

Song Ling kissed every part of her body over and over again, and every kiss went deep into her bones, representing the love she carved into her life.

The rubbing of ears and temples is a long-lost tacit understanding in the depths of the body.

Shen Zhao was so tired that she didn't have any strength, she buried her head in Song Ling's chest, the tip of her nose rested on her sternum, and she breathed and breathed, as if they were imprinted in Song Ling's heart.

She slept soundly, but Song Ling was reluctant to fall asleep for a long time. She hugged her tightly, her chin resting on her forehead, wishing to remember every breath she took, she seemed to be afraid of her Ah Zhao. It will disappear suddenly in a second, so can't bear to close eyes.

Only by sticking to her tightly and holding her in this way can you truly feel her existence.