After being marked by the boss of scum’s ex-wife

The hood clicked on his head, and Song Zhen's world went dark.

Being steadily embraced by Zhu Sui, he hugged directly from the crook of his legs, Song Zhen not only had no discomfort, but walked out for a while, and once Cheng Lang's voice in his ear disappeared, Song Zhen felt that he was firmly pressed into his heart. Those on the side finally loosened a seam, allowing her to get rid of her suffocation and get a little breath.

When he was put down again, Song Zhen didn't know where it was in the chaos. He only felt that the surrounding voices disappeared...

very quiet.

Just what she desperately needs, quiet.

Sitting down, with the touch of leather underneath, Song Zhen blinked, and let go of the hand covering his forehead. He just picked up the edge of his hood, and a light came through, Song Zhen couldn't help but block his eyes with his hand...

In the next instant, the light faded a bit as if consciously.

Song Zhen's fingers were tentatively open, and still felt a little dazzling. The light seemed to know her thoughts. With a little bit darker, Song Zhen finally felt comfortable, put down his hand, and took off the hat together.

The key was put into the keyhole, and with the sound of the engine, Zhu Sui reached out and turned on the heating on the car.

Yes, she thought about it for a while, the only place where no one is disturbed and can get there quickly is the underground parking lot.

Song Zhen gradually stared at him with loose eyes, looked out through the car window, and realized where he was.

Zhu Sui got up from the driving position, and the door of the back seat was opened. After a while, Zhu Sui sat beside Song Zhen.

In the darkness, Song Zhen was extremely uncomfortable, Zhu Sui sat down so abruptly, Song Zhen could only see her figure, could not see her facial features, even Song Zhen...

Sighing softly, Song Zhen held his forehead again.

The headache was so severe that she couldn't help it, her eyes closed and her eyebrows crease deeply.

Thoughts are like boiling water, unable to calm down.

Memories turned into fragments, one piece by one piece, Song Zhen couldn’t control it. The pictures, words, and the past covered by her dust all turned into bubbles under the water, rising from the bottom of his heart as the water boils. Floating to the surface, one by one broke again...

Some become beautiful pieces.

——"I am very happy to follow you, so that's it."

——"Is it possible to make a wish to be together forever, but is this not a wish, it will definitely be anyway?"

——"You do your business, don't care about me, you just rely on me to like you."

——"Yeah, I was eaten to death by you, it will always be like this."

Some have become difficult pictures.

——"You remember me, I really bother you noble."

——"Why go to a military region? Isn't it good to stay in Jiangcheng? Is the administrative center that good?"

——"Why don't you come again, I can't come back, can't you come...Okay, let alone work..."

——"You and work for the rest of your life."

There are others, which become the deepest nightmare in the night, can't get rid of them, and they are bloody...

-"Why are you here?"

——"Listen to me, this is an accident, you..."

——"True, there is no if in this world..."

This world has no if...

Song Zhen tightened his fingers, his back and even the whole person bowed, curled up into a ball, clinging tightly to his head...

Pain, headache, heart, heart pain...

"Sister, sister..."

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

The multiplying call came, close to my ear, I heard the humming in my head, but it seemed to be far away in the sky, floating very...

"elder sister!"

With his shoulders clasped, Zhu Sui suddenly shook Song Zhen vigorously.

Under this stimulus, Song Zhen's blank expression gradually stared again, blinked, and looked at the people in front of him. Song Zhen said hoarsely: "Sui Sui?"

"It's me." After a pause, Zhu Sui emphasized, "It's only me."

"What's wrong with you, are you... uncomfortable?"

When asked so, the thing suppressed by that loud noise began to rise again, Song Zhen pressed his hand on his temple, and knotted his eyebrows again...

"I'm...years old, I have a headache."

"I have a headache……"

"It hurts."

"You calm down."

"I don't know how, how... I..."

The chaos and chaos began to jump up and down again. Song Zhen couldn't find the words. Suddenly there was a grit of teeth in his mind, "I'm giving you my life, don't you feel happy?", making the pain sharp again...

Song Zhen collapsed and gave up, "I'm sorry."

She couldn't control herself.

not now.

She is uncomfortable, uncomfortable...

"Sorry, I don't know, sorry."

Song Zhen shook his head, covering his face with the hand that pressed his head while shaking his head.

She felt ugly and embarrassed.

Why is she doing this? It's not good at all.

Why is she so embarrassed and not decent at all.

She couldn't support it, the emotional excitement broke Song Zhen into pieces. She couldn't fight it, she couldn't...

She is uncomfortable, she clearly wants to say that she is okay, as before... but she can't tell...

She is not good.

She can't fool herself.

"Needless to say I'm sorry, sister, you..."

Zhu Sui pressed Song Zhen's shoulders, not knowing whether he should touch the person in front of him or not.

Song Zhen covered his face with his hand, and shook his head in despair, "I'm sorry."

She can't treat it as nothing happened.

"……sorry."

Let Zhu Sui see such a bad self.

"Don't look, I...I'm...years old, yes..."

Just when Song Zhen’s third apology was on his lips, Zhu Sui straightened up suddenly. In the narrow space inside the car, his head was almost on the roof of the car, overlooking Song Zhen, holding her shoulder tightly. Speaking loudly, "Enough!"

"Enough, stop talking!"

Zhu Sui's volume was not low, and Song Zhen's ears hummed loudly.

Before Song Zhen could touch the emotion of these two sentences, Zhu Sui also realized that he had lost his temper. After a moment of silence, seeing Song Zhen being suppressed, he calmed down and repeated firmly, "Enough, sister."

"You don't need to say sorry."

The voice can even be considered gentle.

Zhu Sui put his hand on the back of Song Zhen's face covering his face for a while, then let go again, without forcibly breaking it to check Song Zhen's expression.

Zhu Sui's voice seemed to sigh, and said distressedly, "You didn't feel sorry for anyone."

"So, needless to say I'm sorry."

After a pause, Zhu Sui helped Song Zhenzhen to remove the broken hair on his face, and said with a stress.

"You don't have to say sorry to me."

"Never use it."

"Just let yourself go, it's not your problem, don't force yourself, okay?"

The last sentence was too soft, as if Song Zhen was a porcelain man and shattered at the touch of it, cautious, precious and heavy.

Song Zhen heard the careful care in his tone, and at the same time he heard the helpless plea in the ending.

She was helpless, only coaxing and begging.

"I..." Song Zhen was speechless for a moment.

"I have a headache." She spoke again, repeating uncomfortable feelings again.

"Is it here?" Zhu Sui's hand was placed on Song Zhen's temple. Song Zhen didn't speak. Soon, Zhu Sui gently rubbed her with light strength, just like her voice, cautiously.

Song Zhen couldn't say it, only felt that with this action, something poured on her heart, and all of a sudden her coldness was poured out.

The strength was gentle, and Song Zhen didn't stop, but Zhu Sui just helped her rub it for a long time.

When Song Zhen recovered, he hurriedly pulled Zhu Sui's hand. Zhu Sui's first reaction was to ask her, "What's wrong? It's uncomfortable?"

Song Zhen shook his head quickly.

She put her fingers on Zhu Sui's long fingers and exchanged body temperatures where she got along, and Song Zhen felt warm in her hands.

Over a long period of time, such a stopping action, along with the hands shook, seemed to have other meanings.

Zhu Sui didn't speak, and the two were close, and Song Zhen could read the show of concern from the bottom of her eyes.

You don't have to look very hard, you can see it at a glance, and the emotions are overflowing.

Song Zhen's other hand was also put down by her, and slowly put it on Zhu Sui's other hand, seemingly nostalgic.

Zhu Sui's eyes moved slightly, and he held Song Zhen. Song Zhen didn't struggle, and his emotions calmed down with naked eyes.

"elder sister?"

Just as Zhu Sui called out, a tear slipped from the corner of Song Zhen's eyes.

Song Zhen felt it, and panicked again. Just as he wanted to explain, Zhu Sui's fingers pressed on her mouth.

The two people looked at each other, and for a time, no one looked away.

"Shhh—"

"It's okay, it's okay, don't panic..."

"You didn't feel sorry for anyone, don't be sorry..."

After thinking about it, Zhu Sui's voice became more gentle, and said to Song Zhen in a nearly discussing tone, "Don't hold on, okay?"

"You don't have to stand up in front of me..."

"It's okay to cry. If you're sad, just cry. It will make you feel better. Don't hold back."

The voice was gentle, and his eyes were gentle. Song Zhen couldn't tell, and the sorrow and sorrow in his heart was unbearable.

Song Zhen twisted her eyebrows, and Zhu Sui rubbed her forehead again. Just a few movements, Song Zhen's tears really fell.

Zhu Sui was stunned, stretched out his hand, and slowly hugged Song Zhen. Song Zhen did not resist, just closed his eyes.

Song Zhen hugged, grabbing Zhu Sui's clothes, tightly, the blue veins on the back of his hand.

"Sui Sui..."

"I'm here." Zhu Sui patted Song Zhen on the back with great patience.

Feeling the strength behind his back, Song Zhen's tense wicked energy suddenly collapsed, tears fell, and Song Zhen felt that he had a lot of grievances to say... so many...

She has the heart, she is not without feeling.

She just chose the way of being an adult, she didn't want to be embarrassed and ugly to be seen by everyone...

she……

"I have a headache, every year, I have a headache."

But when it comes to my lips, a thousand words have become my headache.

But Zhu Sui seemed to understand, and patiently coaxed her.

"It's okay, just cry out."

"It's okay, it's all over."

Repeatedly whispered in her ear.

When I read it so many times I don't know, Song Zhen seemed to be in such a repeated sentence, and he really felt that, yes, it was all over.

Whether she is happy or uncomfortable, she has already stepped out and left her embarrassment yesterday.

The love, hate and complaint towards Cheng Lang will remain yesterday.

There are some things that don’t have to be said.

Song Zhen felt that Zhu Sui understood her breakdown and embarrassment.

The most important thing is that Zhu Sui does not seem to dislike himself.

Do not dislike this broken and embarrassed self.

With a stroke of his back, he lowered his strength and sent his silent concern into Song Zhen's heart in silence.

Let her grief lie in tenderness and slowly land, falling into Zhu Sui's hand and embrace.

Her heart also fell steadily, on the palm of the lover who embraced her.

In the evening, Cheng Lang returned to his place of residence. Just after tidying himself up, he received a call.

"Bamboo?" Cheng Lang picked it up.

"It's me." The voice on the other side of the phone was cold.

"Did you bring that USB flash drive with you today?"

Cheng Lang didn't speak for a while.

Zhu Sui understood, "I am downstairs at home, and I will come up right now."

"Didn't you say that the Tong family leaked information to you, and now I am responsible for continuing to talk to you about this matter."

Cheng Lang couldn't turn his mind for a while, "I..."

Zhu Sui is strong: "I just notify you unilaterally, not for you to choose."

"I'm here, open the door."