Chapter 729

"Mr. Fu, what are you doing?"

Carl couldn't get rid of Fu Siyu's hand. He didn't struggle at all. He pressed on Fu Siyu's wound and asked with a faint smile.

Fu Siyu still didn't speak, just stared at Carl's face.

This made Carl angry. He hated Fu Siyu's expression and always looked at him with this kind of eyes. Once he wanted to see the color inside through these eyes.

But he could never see through the man's idea, and finally he was black and blue.

Now, he will never be cheated by this man again.

He knew Fu Siyu's character too well. He always liked to give people a sweet date, and then slapped them hard, hitting them into an abyss that they couldn't climb out of.

He did not expect that he had forgotten those unbearable memories, but he remembered them all again because of Fu Siyu's appearance.

Why

Why did he haunt his world again and again.

But this time, he won't believe any words of Fu Siyu

"I was wrong."

When Carl's eyes were firm, Fu Siyu spoke low.

His tone betrayed an unprecedented regret.

Carl was shocked and froze from head to foot.

He knows Fu Siyu, his ruthlessness, his coldness, his cunning and his intrigues

But he also knew that Fu Siyu was a very proud and stubborn man.

He may know his mistake and admit it, but he never apologizes for his mistake.

But now, Fu Siyu told him that he was wrong!

Carl thought he had heard wrong. After all, he thought it was impossible, just as Fu Siyu would never admit that he liked himself.

"I was wrong."

Fu Siyu repeated again, his tone never being more serious.

"I'm wrong..."

Third.

"I was wrong..."

Fourth.

Carl's voice choked in his throat and couldn't say a word.

Fu Siyu unknowingly released Carl's hand. His big hand pressed Carl's back brain, pressed him, and put their lips together.

A gentle kiss swept Carl's lips and teeth like a feather.

In this kiss, there is no love jade, only bitterness and repentance. That kind of regret and bitterness in the heart are passed on to Carl through this kiss.

"I was wrong..."

When the two lips parted, Fu Siyu pressed Carl and put their foreheads against each other. The tip of their nose was close to each other. The dull voice came out of Fu Siyu's mouth.

At the bottom of his eyes, there was unspeakable tenderness, but also with a bit of caution, for fear that Carl would escape again, as if at this moment, Carl was his world.

In the whole process, Carl was in a state of stupor.

Because he can feel Fu Siyu's tenderness, his affection, his seriousness, his regret and caution.

He meant it. Carl knew it.

But

How many times did Fu Siyu do the same to him?

Deceive him with true feelings, and finally kick him away with a ruthless foot.

He can't remember how many times.

But now, he is really tired.

He didn't want to be a blocker to block the expectation that he had paid a painful price.

So Carl raised his hand and planned to push Fu Siyu away and get up.

But Fu Siyu let go first.

No, to be exact, Fu Siyu was unable to lie back in the hospital bed.

Carl found that Fu Siyu's chest had already been dyed red by a large amount of blood, and even the hospital bed had been dyed red