Chapter 603

A little different?

What does it mean to feel a little different?

Therefore, after a few seconds of stiffness, she can still ask him; "So?"

Su Zhengxiao narrowed his eyes and said word by word: "I can't tolerate you wearing other men's clothes, nor can I tolerate you going out alone with him again!"

"Ha ha..."

Tang Xiaoran laughed.

"Su Zhengxiao, is this the different feeling in your mouth? It's just your possessiveness, overbearing and selfish. Isn't that your usual style?"

She thought it was good feeling and love. What happened?

That's ridiculous!

He took his hand out of his palm, and Tang Xiaoran looked at him quietly:

"Su Zhengxiao, do you think I'm rubbish? Throw it away when you don't want it, and pick it up when you want it? Or do you think I have no self-esteem, wave it and go at your command?"

"When you think I'm disgusting and annoying, I have to get out of here with self-knowledge. Now that you say something, I have to thank you and come back to you. Who gives you such a sense of superiority?"

"Also, don't say a little feeling. Even if you say you love me, I won't look back at you!"

"A good horse doesn't eat the grass back. What's more, you can't even count grass, but slag!"

Su Zhengxiao frowned and formed the word Chuan.

Tang Xiaoran continued: "also, when you said these words to me, did you think about your beloved Zuo Qingrou? Or that sentence, I don't want to see you again in my future life!"

She turned and went upstairs.

The foot steps are very fast, much faster than usual.

When Su Zhengxiao was about to catch up, Jingxuan came down and yawned sleepily: "I have several books left in Su's house, so I have to go back with my father tonight."

After looking at the time, it was really late enough before he gave up the idea of catching up again.

She must have locked the door. Even if she went up, she couldn't get in.

Driving the car, Su Zhengxiao's thoughts have been wandering.

There are several times almost met, or Jingxuan mouth reminded him.

Back to Su's house, Jingxuan went to bed.

He stood in front of the window, smoking one cigarette after another.

Recently, Zuo Qingrou seldom appears in his mind again. More often, she and Jingxuan emerge.

When he said those words just now, he had no impulse, and after saying them, he only felt the lightness he had never had in his life.

Maybe he hasn't noticed or explored his heart carefully.

In eight years, he spent more than 200 days with her.

He is not a patient person. Otherwise, once the old man died, he could divorce directly, but he didn't.

Maybe it is. I'm used to always having a light on when I get home.

Perhaps with her and Jingxuan, he will no longer be so lonely.

After Maggie died, he lived in an apartment for so long.

As she said, she didn't dare to go back to Su's house and face so many lingpais in Su's living room. All the people in the Su family were dead, and only he was still alive.

Living in an apartment, he doesn't speak much. The loneliness flying all over the sky will completely obliterate him.

She didn't speak or disturb him. She drew, did things and taught Jingxuan to do her homework as usual.

At that time, his ears were silent. As long as he closed his eyes, he could think of Meiqi's death, Zuo Qingrou's death and the old man's death.

The only thing that filled his ears was her and Jingxuan's voice. When he heard those thin and broken voices, he felt that he was still alive and had some consciousness.

It is human instinct that people will go to places where they can heal after being injured.

If you didn't go to any other places, you chose to go there!

Selfish?

overbearing?

Pure possessiveness?

Is he?

Su Zhengxiao was lost in thought.

The other side.

Tang Xiaoran lay in the bathtub and let the warm water spread over his body.

Close your eyes and your fingers tremble slightly.

His words are still echoing in my mind, so clear and powerful!

However, she is no longer nostalgic.

After eight years of injury and scars, he gave it to her and she didn't want it anymore!

Out of the bathtub, she played some soft and soothing music, wanted to erase those impressions and traces at night, closed her eyes and wanted to sleep.

I haven't been sleepy. Maybe after an hour or two, I finally fell asleep hard.

His love for himself is not love, but possessiveness.

Why should a woman who thinks she has slept let another man sleep?

She knows him very well.

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The next morning.

Uncle Liu was stunned when he opened the door and walked in.

On the bed, the sheets were in a mess.

Jingxuan's small head was facing him, rubbed his confused eyes and said hello; "Liu Shuhao."

Such a sound disturbed Su Zhengxiao. He narrowed his eyes slightly and sat up from the bed.

The sleeves of the shirt were also pulled up in the arms, with strong wrists exposed and short hair in disorder.

I thought too much last night and didn't know when I fell asleep.

I didn't change my shirt or take a bath.

He felt something between his legs. As soon as he opened the quilt, Jingxuan's ass came out.

Uncle Liu was satisfied. The father and son were finally close: "it's time for breakfast."

The door of the room was taken by uncle Liu. Su Zhengxiao shook his painful head and looked at Jingxuan: "Why are you here?"

"Last night I came to get the story book. My father was having a nightmare. He kept shouting no, his forehead was full of sweat, and then I * slept next to him. You didn't call me again, so I fell asleep." Jingxuan said.

It seems that I had another nightmare last night. I can't remember clearly.

But he thought that 80% of them were Zuo Qingrou.

"There is also a classmate in our class whose father has been having nightmares. He always dreams that he killed people. He has such nightmares every night. I heard from my classmate that he can always hear his father's voice at night."

Su Zhengxiao covered him with a quilt and continued to ask, "then?"

"Then he lost a lot of weight in a month. His mother couldn't hire a psychologist and cured it in a month." Jingxuan sat on his thigh and said curiously, "Dad, do you think it's neuropathy?"

neuropathy?

Su Zhengxiao frowned and put down his rolled up shirt. He almost slapped Jingxuan's ass.

Is this what my son said to me?

However, he finally held back: "why do you think so?"

"It's normal to dream like that occasionally. I sometimes have nightmares at night, but it's not normal to dream that I killed someone every night. It must be mental illness." he lay on the bed and pouted his little ass.