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Chapter 45
Chen Heying has a very special aura, like a hero in an old Hong Kong movie, both black and white, good and evil are difficult to distinguish.
He seldom loses his temper by smashing tables and throwing bowls. After a period of impulsive youth, he no longer relies on violence to solve problems. He seems to be gentle and calm.On the wrist, to show character.
In fact, Chen Heying has never changed. He has always been the cold-blooded and ruthless son of Chen's eldest son. His terrifying aura is buried in his bones, and he refuses to show it easily.
The appearance is upright and upright, the appearance is excellent, and the heart is black and black. This kind of contrast makes Chen Heying extremely oppressive. Cursing his lips and raising his eyebrows make people tremble involuntarily.
Many people were afraid of him, and Wen Li was no exception. Chen Heying's momentum alone could overwhelm everyone present.
Chen Hezheng sensed Wen Li's feelings and knew that she was afraid, so he handed the umbrella to the bodyguard behind him.He clasped the back of Wen Li's head with one hand, pulled her into his arms, hugged her, and blocked her view so that she would no longer be in contact with Chen Heying.
"Brother," under the sound of the rain, Chen Hezheng's voice was a little hoarse, he said, "Wen Li is also a victim of what happened today, so don't blame her."
"Excuse me?" Chen Heying smiled, calmly, "What do I have to vent my anger on? You want to be the grandson of others, I have nothing to say."
These words were ugly, Wen Li subconsciously clenched Chen Hezheng's skirt, his fingertips were bloodless, trembling slightly.
Chen Hezheng rubbed Wen Li's hair, then slid his hand down her neck and landed on her shoulder, with his palm resting on her shoulder, and shook it lightly.
He did his best to reassure her and tell her not to be afraid.
"Brother, don't be angry," Chen Hezheng said without showing any weakness, his deep black eyes were filled with strength and unyielding tenacity., is very difficult to fix.β
"Emotions?" Chen Heying's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the brows were cold, "Chen Hezheng, when your parents died, you were only seven years old. I raised you by myself! Are you talking about feelings with me for an outsider?"
At this point, it almost collapsed.
There was silence all around, only the sound of rain falling on the umbrella surface, which was messy.
Wen Li was forced to tremble by this atmosphere. She grabbed Chen Hezheng's skirt and said to him pleadingly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "A Zheng, don't quarrel."
The closer you are to the person, the less you should use quarrels to solve the problem.
be quiet.
After listening to the persuasion, Chen Hezheng used some strength to hold Wen Li tighter, and at the same time raised his eyes to look at Chen Heying.
He restrained his attitude, stopped confronting each other, and said in a more respectful tone: "What happened today was wronged by Liang Zhaohui, what happened five years ago was wronged by Jiang Yinglin. Wen Li is the victim, she is very innocent, don't take your anger out on her."To her. What's more, I love her, and I have loved her for many years. To protect the person you love-this truth was taught to me by my elder brother. I have always remembered it, and I have done it. "
I love her for many years.
The moment these words landed, Wen Li felt that the sound of the rain around him seemed to have weakened.
She couldn't hear any more murmurs, only the trembling in her heart was clear.
Chen Hezheng said he loved her when she was in such a mess.
The love he gave was so good, so precious, and he gave it all.But she couldn't give something equivalent to return this love.
Because, all she has now is embarrassment.
Wen Li felt that his eyes were very wet. He didn't know whether they were soaked by rain or tears were coming out again.She bit her lip and suppressed all the crying back into her throat, but she couldn't hide the red marks in her eyes.
The rainy night is really cold, so cold that can't even breathe.
After Chen Hezheng said the phrase "love her", there was a long silence in the alley.
After hearing that sentence, Chen Heying just frowned, showing no signs of getting angry.In the past few years, Tang He has developed smoothly, and he has also developed a style of hiding his emotions and anger. His thoughts are hidden deeply, and it becomes more and more difficult to guess.
After a long time, Chen Heying suddenly called him: "A Zheng."
This is a title with a connotation of weakness.
Chen Hezheng's eyes moved slightly, his black eyes were bottomless, and he waited for what Chen Heying would say next.
"Whoever you want to love and marry, that is your freedom. My younger brother, Chen Heying, can do whatever he wants. I am willing to indulge you, and I have the ability to indulge you." Chen Heying said, with a hint of sigh in his voice, "However, I can't accept that you have been repeatedly hurt in a relationship. Look at you now, what did loving her bring you?"
After finishing speaking, Chen Heying didn't stay any longer. He turned around and walked to the side of the car. The bodyguard immediately stepped forward and respectfully opened the car door for him.
The rain did not stop, and the damp breath blocked his breathing. Chen Heying felt as if there was a stale breath in his heart, which was not thorough and not smooth.
He seldom feels this way, stuffy and unhappy, and few people have the courage to make him unhappy.
Chen Heying held the half-open car door with one hand, and the black umbrella covered his head, making him look very deep, as if he was feeling a certain sense of loss.He didn't look back, turned his back to Chen Hezheng, and said again:
"A Zheng, my parents passed away early, and you are the only family member around my eldest brother. When you are protecting others, I am also doing my best to protect you."
After the words were finished, Chen Heying didn't stay any longer, but bent down and got into the car, and those who followed him also left with him.
All of a sudden, the alley became extremely lively, with lights flickering in disorder, various footsteps, the roar of the engine, and the red light of the taillights being pulled by the rain and fog, stretching into a long line.
Everything was turbulent, chaotic, and changing, but Wen Li and Chen Hezheng stayed where they were, not moving for a long time.
Chen Heying is really powerful, it is rare for him to say a few soft words, but the effect produced is sharper than a hard knife.Every word and every word is almost bloody, cutting bones and gouging out flesh.
His words seemed to be addressed to Chen Hezheng, but in fact, the one who was broken more thoroughly and more violently was Wen Li.
What did loving her bring you?
These words kept echoing in Wen Li's ears, over and over again, lingering.
It was as if she was thrown into an icy and snowy place wearing thin clothes, and there was no one around, only the cold wind whizzed past, freezing all the flesh and bones around her until it shattered.
The heart that was still beating just now lost all vitality in an instant, sank and fell rapidly, and fell to the lowest point.
Is it really a bad thing to fall in love with her?
She obviously did nothing wrong, why is bad luck not letting her go?
After Chen Heying left, Chen Hezheng took Wen Li into his car, and there was a driver in the car, not the previous Uncle Yu.With a fresh face, he looks more restrained and calm.
At this time, Wen Li instinctively rejected strangers, she uneasily grabbed the corner of Chen Hezheng's clothes and held it tightly.
Chen Hezheng sighed, looked down at her, his eyes were deep and warm, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, you are my own."
Don't be afraid - this is what he said to her the most that night.
The car drove steadily, and gradually moved away from Guifang West Road. Those who were feasting, feasting, and enjoying themselves were left far behind.
Chen Hezheng didn't know where to find a new towel, it was clean, and he didn't care about himself, so he wrapped Wen Li's hair first, and helped her wipe off the damp moisture, his movements were gentle and meticulous, as if he was taking care of a child.
It was warm in the car, the air was dry, and the smell of incense was mildly calming.
The towel wiped off the moisture on Wen Li's face, and also wiped off a little bit of embarrassment, revealing the pale skin underneath.She never raised her eyes, her eyes drooped, and her eyelashes trembled as if they were blown by the wind.
Chen Hezheng saw her tension, as if she had been immersed in Liang Zhaohui's artificially created nightmare, unable to get out.So, he stopped what he was doing, removed the towel, leaned over, and approached her.
The breath of rain, as well as the coolness of mint leaves, gently rushed over and landed on Wen Li's face.Wen Li raised her eyes subconsciously, and before she could see clearly the scene in front of her, Chen Hezheng had already kissed her forehead.
He had also been exposed to the rain for a long time, and his lips were icy cold, but this kiss was extremely soft.
Wen Li vaguely recalled a sentence he read in a book a long time ago - a kiss between the forehead and brow is more devout than a kiss on the lips.
That represents not only love, but also protection and supreme tolerance.
"I don't know how to comfort you so that you will no longer be afraid. I'm not very good at doing this." After a kiss, Chen Hezheng moved to Wen Li's ear, touched her cold ear with his lips, and continued, "Follow-upYou can tell me how you want to deal with the matter, and you donβt have to worry about it. As long as it is what you want to get back, I will definitely get it back for you.β
As if worried about scaring her again, when talking to Wen Li, Chen Hezheng's tone was gentle, but between the lines, he could still feel the distinct anger.
Outside the car window, the rain and fog swept across, and a lot of water droplets fell on the glass, reflected by the dim light inside the car, as if it was covered with stars.
The stars were so beautiful, and so were his eyes looking at her.
Because of those words, and also because of that kiss, Wen Li felt a pain in his heart, his emotions were surging, and his eye circles and the tip of his nose were flushed.With a blurred vision, she saw Chen Hezheng's hand, on the back of the hand, where the metacarpophalangeal joints were, there was an obvious scratch, the skin was torn, and blood was slightly oozing.
It was left when Liang Zhaohui was cleaned up.
He seemed to have been hurt many times for her.
She obviously liked him so much, she liked him so badly, but what she brought him was always hurt.
why is this...
Wen Li held Chen Hezheng's injured hand, stretched out his fingertips, carefully touched the skin next to the wound, and asked him with a sob: "Does it hurt?"
Chen Hezheng looked at her and replied, "It doesn't hurt."
There is no need to apply medicine to such a small wound. It is estimated that it will be healed tomorrow.
However, Wen Li was very persistent, staring at it all the time, and even took a breath.
When she was a child, the old man in the family told her that as long as the injured place was blown like this, it would not hurt anymore.
Chen Hezheng brushed Wen Li's loose long hair behind her ears, picked up the towel again, and wiped the wet corners of her eyes.
"Wen Li," he called her name, his voice was so soft, but full of firmness, "Don't blame yourself. You are not to blame for what happened today, and no one has the position to accuse you of anything."
At the same time as the voice fell, Chen Hezheng felt a sudden warmth on the back of his hand, and something fell on it.
He couldn't help frowning, and looked away, seeing more traces of moisture falling from Wen Li's eyes and landing on the back of his hand.
Chen Hezheng felt a clear pain, like a cramp, coming from his heart.
He gritted his teeth, rolled his Adam's apple slowly, suppressed all those unstable emotions, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why are you crying? Is there an injury somewhere, and the pain is severe? Go to the hospital for an examination, okay? I'll accompany you there.β
He took every word lightly and coaxed her.
"No," Wen Li held his hand, shook his head, and said with a sob, "don't go to the hospital."
"I want to go home, A Zheng, you take me home, okay?"
The author has something to say:
So, what to do when you get home?
Jin Xiu blinked blankly.