Su Qingyu interrupted him impatiently: “It is his freedom to marry whoever he wants, and I am neither interested nor concerned.”
Chen Feng looked at Su Qingyu through the rearview mirror, trying to find a little dissatisfaction on her face.
However, Su Qingyu’s face was indifferent, without the slightest displeasure.
Perceiving Chen Feng’s gaze, Su Qingyu raised his eyes and looked at him.
“The last trace of contact between me and him completely disappeared the moment he shot me.”
Chen Feng opened his mouth, but in the end he didn’t say a word.
If you are wrong, you are wrong, and no matter what Li Tingchen does, he can’t turn back time.
He secretly squeezed a sweat for Li Tingchen.
Now Su Qingyu doesn’t eat hard or soft, there is no love in his eyes, let alone any emotion.
Until the car stopped at Su’s house, Su Qingyu was a little stunned.
“He is at Su’s house?”
“Yes, madam, go in.”
Su Qingyu stood still outside the door, too many emotions arose in his heart for a while.
Although Su Zhai had been redeemed, it was through the hands of Li Tingchen and Bai Yuanyuan that Su Qingyu was more or less overwhelmed, and he never came back.
The hydrangeas in front of the yard were colorful and blooming just right. No one trimmed them. Some roses came out of the wall and climbed around the old wall.
A gust of wind blew, and the delicate flowers danced in the wind. It was obviously such a beautiful scene, but Su Qingyu couldn’t take a step.
“Madam, go in, sir is still waiting for you.”Chen Feng urged.
I really responded to that sentence, and I was timid in my hometown.
Before Su Qingyu pushed the door, she heard a sound and the back door opened, and a white cat ran towards her.
“Meow.”
Su Qingyu watched that it was daytime circling at her feet, and Li Tingchen picked it up.
She wanted to see what tricks Li Tingchen had done before the wedding, and Su Qingyu walked in.
Just after entering the door, I smelled a sweet scent of floral fragrance. Looking intently, the bluestone road was paved with rose petals into a romantic carpet of flowers.
Su Qingyu frowned a little displeased: “What is he doing again?”