Chapter 141

Song Ling drove Shen Zhao and the two back to the villa together. Along the way, Shen Zhao kept hugging Song Ling's arm and was unwilling to let go for a moment, for fear that as long as she let go, she would disappear in front of her eyes in the next second.

When they arrived at the villa, the car was parked at the door. Song Ling turned to look at her, smiled and said warmly, "Are you afraid of me leaving?"

Shen Zhao hooked her arm, curled a small fist into her palm, and asked her to hold him.

She replied softly, "Well, I'm afraid that you will lie to me again, and you will push me away and leave me."

Song Ling was silent, and looked down at the entangled palms of the two, with a bitter smile on the corner of her mouth, she said, "No, never again."

Shen Zhao looked up at her, she knew that she was worried and afraid of facing those bad results, she comforted her: "A Ling, I asked Meng Yunan, she said that there is no hope, 60% chance, I I believe in you, and I believe in myself, and I will succeed. Even when there was only a 10% chance left, I never gave up, so you must not give up, okay?"

Song Ling looked at her deeply, and finally smiled, she promised her: "I will."

Shen Zhao leaned over, supported her shoulders, and kissed her lips. Song Ling's lips were a little dry, and the corners of her lips were peeled. Shen Zhao slowly became wet, the tip of her nose touched her, and her breath became ambiguous. She slowly opened her eyes to look at her, and said softly, "You used to take care of me. , this time, let me take care of you, okay?"

Song Ling pressed her forehead against hers, feeling the tenderness of this moment, she chuckled and said, "Okay."

Unbuckling the seat belts, the two got out of the car, opened the door and entered the villa.

As soon as he entered the door, Shen Zhao suddenly snorted, remembered and said, "Today is your birthday, I forgot to buy you a cake and a gift..." As he said that, he turned around and walked out, intending to take her out.

Song Ling reached out and grabbed her, followed the trend and closed the door again, pushing the person against the door. Shen Zhao leaned back behind the door, looked up at the head she was pressing over, his heartbeat was pounding, and even his breathing became soft unconsciously.

Song Ling fondly rubbed her forehead with her head and said softly, "I don't want anything, I just want you."

Shen Zhao stretched out his hand, raised his arm around her neck, put his lips up, kissed her, and said, "Then also light a candle and make a wish."

After speaking, Shen Zhao lowered his head and passed under her arm, ran to the kitchen closet, and found a few candles from the leftover candlelight dinner.

Song Ling turned around, looked at her small back in the kitchen, smiled and walked over.

Pulled out the chair and sat down, a few candlesticks were placed on the table. Shen Zhao lit all the candles and ran over to turn off the lights. The room was pitch black for a moment, and only the dim candlelight in front of him remained.

The light reflected on her face, showing a gentle dim yellow, like old and beautiful memories.

Shen Zhao looked at Song Ling and said with a smile, "Wife, make a wish."

Song Ling responded to her, closed her eyes with a smile, and silently made a wish in her heart.

She hopes that her Ah Zhao can be happy and happy forever.

After making the wish, Song Ling opened his eyes and blew out the candle in front of him.

The room was completely dark, and nothing could be seen.

Shen Zhao asked her, "What wish did you make?"

Song Ling lowered her eyes, didn't tell her, only said: "It won't work if you say it."

Shen Zhao could not see Song Ling's face, nor could he see her expression at the moment. The darkness enveloped her, which suddenly made her feel scared. She told herself over and over again that the ending must be good, and her Ling would be safe.

But another thought had to flash through my mind. What if the ending was bad?

Tears clouded up in an instant, Shen Zhao stood up and said in a trembling voice, "I'll go turn on the light."

Smearing walked to the wall, Shen Zhao stood there, facing the boundless darkness, praying over and over again in his heart:

If there really is a god in this world, she would rather split the rest of her life in half, and every wish for the rest of her life will only be exchanged for this prayer.

She's not very greedy, she just doesn't want to lose her.

Reaching out and pressing the switch on the wall, the room suddenly lit up.

Song Ling turned her head to look at the back at the wall, her eyes slowly rose with loneliness, she knew that just when she mentioned her wish, Ah Zhao remembered that she was sick.

Such pain is always in the breath, whether sad or happy, it will follow in an instant.

There is no real happiness and happiness in this world.

Song Ling walked over, hugged her from behind, wrapped her arms around her waist, and held her tightly in her arms.

She put her lips behind her ear and called her softly, "Wife..."

Shen Zhao was stunned and turned to face her. She caught a glimpse of the smile on her face, and knew that she was taking care of her emotions at the moment. It was her who was clearly suffering, but she wanted to laugh and coax her at this moment.

Shen Zhao smiled, buried her head in her neck, the moisture in her eyes moistened her skin, and Song Ling felt her discomfort for a moment.

Shen Zhao took a deep breath and cleaned up all the troubles and sadness. She can't do this. If even she has to lose hope, what should she do, her Ling?

They are each other's support, but also each other's all.

Shen Zhao buried her head between her neck, rubbed like a cat, smelled the good smell on her body, and finally raised her head suddenly: "I'll take a bath for you!"

Song Ling was stunned, looking at Shen Zhao's wide-open smile, knowing her intentions, she raised her eyebrows without realizing it, and smiled dotingly: "Okay."

When they went upstairs, the two went straight to the room. Shen Zhao poured a bath of water in slowly, tested the water temperature and found that it was just right. He got up and grabbed the door frame and called to the people in the room, his voice was warm and soft: "Wife, come in now. ."

Song Ling turned around and saw the small head sticking out from the door, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled. Her current "wife" is calling more and more smoothly.

He picked up the pajamas at the head of the bed and walked towards her.

As soon as the person walked in, Shen Zhao hugged her waist and pressed her chin against her chest like a cat, and shouted in a soft voice, "Song Song..."

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, half held her head, raised her eyebrows and said, "Changed the name?"

Shen Zhao paused and asked her, "You don't like it?"

Song Ling smiled, "I like it."

After speaking, Yi Yan lowered her head and kissed her lips.

It was a long-lost familiarity. A look and movement between each other could ignite all the lust. She hadn't been close to her for too long, it seemed like a century had passed.

Reaching out to pick up the person, Shen Zhao put both hands around her neck, and clinging to her body, as if she suddenly remembered something, she hurriedly opened her eyes, and just said a few words: "A Ling, you can't—"

"It's okay, I can hold it." Song Ling knew what she meant, what she was thinking, and what she was going to say.

Holding up her lower back, she staggered towards the bathtub filled with water, and bent over to put the person in. Just as she was about to straighten her body, Shen Zhao grabbed her neck and pulled the person down again. There was an uproar of water, overflowing the bathtub.

Song Ling: "I take off my clothes."

"I'll help you."

His fingers touched the zipper on her waist, Shen Zhao pinched it, and slowly pulled down only one opening, and his fingers suddenly went in. Song Ling subconsciously felt a softness in his waist, and his whole body collapsed weakly. He hugged her with one hand, Holding the edge of the bathtub with one hand, her left leg was bent and half-knelt beside her waist, her voice becoming hoarse in an instant.

It's been a long time without touching, and this feeling is disorienting.

Song Ling couldn't bear the raging hand, she suddenly grabbed her wrist, raised her head and pressed it on top, she opened her ink-like eyes, where she was confused, and her voice seemed to be fascinated by a layer of mist, with a drenched look. The water's meaning is hoarse: "What are you doing, eh?"

Shen Zhao was pinned down by her, opened her eyes to meet her, and said deliberately, "punish you for pushing me away these days."

Song Ling was slightly stunned, with a hint of sadness in her eyes, she leaned down to kiss her, and kept saying, "I'm sorry..."

"I don't want you to say sorry." Shen Zhao was soaked all over, the hair on her forehead was hanging down, sticking to her collarbone, there was a sea of ​​water, adding another temptation, she whispered softly, "You coax me, use The way."

Song Ling looked down at her and promised her with a smile, "Okay."

She doesn't know what the final outcome will be, but at least at this moment, she understands that her A Zhao is happy. People are sometimes very contradictory. All she bothers to ask for is that she can be safe and happy, so she would rather push her away than suffer the pain of losing herself.

But when she pushed it away, she had already been wounded.

Pain cannot be measured, and no one will know whether the pain at the moment or the pain in the future is more or less serious. However, for the sake of the illusory future, the only happiness she has at the moment is ruined.

Maybe she really did something wrong.