Several children were not around, Su Qiping had already died, even her only good friend was not here, and the whole city made her feel less warm.
When waiting for the traffic lights, various pictures appeared in his mind. Su Qingyu went to his former school and favorite shop, and sat there quietly all afternoon.
Looking at the bright and beautiful faces of the students, they seemed to see their former selves.
She didn’t go back to her villa until the sky gradually turned dark.
She bought this villa with her own money and had nothing to do with Li Tingchen.
But when she stepped into the carefully arranged yard, she didn’t feel the slightest warmth, and her heart was bleak and lonely.
She thought of the picture of Huo Yao holding Mo Li’s hand again. No matter how big the house is, it is deserted without the company of her family.
Although there are Fu Nanzhi and Fu Changqing in the Fu family, after all, they had no emotional foundation in the past, and the two older men were very busy, far from being like ordinary families.
The street lights in the yard lit up early, and you can see the snow flying under the yellow lights, which adds a touch of loneliness.
Opening the door, Su Qingyu was about to turn on the light, and the man approached and gently hugged her from behind.
His body was very warm, melting the snow on her body.
The tall man put his chin on Su Qingyu’s shoulder and complained in a deep voice: “Susu, I’m sorry.”
The aggrieved Baba’s voice sounded like a big dog begging for mercy.
“I shouldn’t ignore the agreement. If you don’t want to remarry, I won’t say anything like this in the future.”
As he said, his hand tightened a little, as if to imprint Su Qingyu into his bones.
“As long as you don’t leave me, that’s fine.”
The wronged and humble voice kept coming from her ears.
Su Qingyu’s lonely heart seemed to be slowly lit up by a cluster of light.
“Have you been waiting for a long time?”
Li Tingchen didn’t expect that the first sentence she said was this sentence.
“Soon, it’s only half a day.”
It should be that he has been waiting at home since she went to the hospital, just like his former self. He doesn’t know when Li Tingchen will come back, he just knows to wait stupidly.
The room was very warm and the heating was full, but he didn’t turn on the lights.
Su Qingyu was just about to press the switch, her thick palms blocked her movements.