Chapter 565

The more silent, the more he misses her, the more lonely, the clearer the memory is. He really can't forget her.

Xiao Yizheng slowly opened his eyes. He looked up at the familiar room with a bitter smile on his face. He said as if he were talking nonsense: "can't you even die... Now?"

Song Rong said in a cold voice, "I'm not even afraid of death. Is it so difficult to live?"

Xiao Yizheng's eyes brightened slightly at the moment he saw Song Rong: "it's good to see you again."

Song Rong brought a bowl of soup: "you almost can't see the world anymore."

Xiao Yizheng closed his eyes and didn't see Song Rong or the bowl of Medicine: "why don't you let me die?"

With a stab, Song Rong had pulled out a stool and sat next to Xiao Yizheng.

Heart disease still needs heart medicine, so she wants to talk to Xiao Yizheng thoroughly today. I hope Xiao Yizheng can be more enlightened after experiencing the disaster of life and death.

Xiao Yizheng felt that Song Rong didn't go and said hesitantly, "aren't you worried about what I'll do to you?"

Song Rong glanced sideways at Xiao Yizheng: "don't say you won't really do anything to me, even if you really have this idea? Can you?"

Then Song Rong reached out to Xiao Yizheng's wound and pressed it gently.

Xiao Yizheng's face changed slightly. It was obviously painful.

Song Rong was also angry. She was angry at the thought that Xiao Yizheng tried to use her life to make her remember him.

Xiao Yizheng's way is to harm others but not to benefit himself!

He didn't say it himself, but he wanted to implicate her and let her remember him all the time because of guilt.

Now Song Rong is light. According to Song Rong's temperament, if he doesn't read Xiao Yizheng, his life is worried at this time, he really wants to take Xiao Yizheng out and beat him up! To relieve your anger.

By the way, I'll see if she can wake Xiao Yizheng up.

"Yo. Do you know the pain? You're not afraid of death, and you're afraid of pain?" Song Rong mocked Xiao Yizheng without hesitation!

Xiao Yizheng's eyes narrowed: "do you just want to humiliate me?"

Song Rong smiled, "you guessed right!"

"You see clearly, I'm such a woman. I'm not worth your liking!" Song Rong continued.

Xiao Yizheng's eyes were burning: "I'm willing to be humiliated by you!"

Speaking of this, Xiao Yizheng paused again: "besides, I know you're just angry with me..."

He suddenly thought of something. His eyes lit up slightly and asked, "do you care so much about my life and death? Does it mean that you care so little about me in your heart?"

Song Rong snorted: "if you are still my friend, of course I care, but just like you now... I won't have a friend like you!"

With that, Song Rong picked up the bowl of medicine and said, "Ah Fu!"

Ah Fu, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, came quickly and pressed Xiao Yizheng there.

Song Rong took a smile on her face, directly picked up the medicine and poured it into Xiao Yizheng's mouth.

Xiao Yizheng's face was red.

But I heard Song Rong say with a smile, "you'd better swallow the medicine, otherwise I won't be so gentle."

Ah Fu over there shook his body slightly when he heard the speech. Madam, is this... Is it gentle? If his mother is the same when facing his own master, he really sympathizes with his own master. Why did he marry such a wicked woman.

However, Ah Fu was silent when he thought of Song Rong's tit for tat and scolding people without losing the wind.

Her appearance looks very quiet, but her heart... Is not very gentle.

Xiao Yizheng was pressed like this. Even if he didn't swallow it, there was no way. He still had good cultivation. It was impossible for him to spit out things in front of Song Rong. Let alone just a bowl of soup and medicine. Even if it was bitter bile, he would swallow it.

Song Rong finished feeding Xiao Yizheng medicine, then clapped his hands, and then motioned Ah Fu to let Xiao Yizheng go.

Xiao Yizheng eased a little, and the red on his face dissipated little by little.

Song Rong squinted at Xiao Yizheng: "I know, you must like me very much!"

Xiao Yizheng's face turned black. He had no tendency to be abused!

Song Rong seemed to understand Xiao Yizheng's look and said to Xiao Yizheng, "didn't you just say it? No matter what I do, do you like it?"

Xiao Yizheng was silent. He seemed to have said that... But it doesn't mean

Song Rong doesn't bother about it. She just wants Xiao Yizheng to take medicine and don't die for a while.

She straightened up, sat there, looked at Xiao Yizheng and said, "Xiao Yizheng, let's have a good talk this time."

"You know my mind. There's nothing to talk about." Xiao Yizheng said faintly.

Song Rong looked at Xiao Yizheng with leisure: "my mind, I think I need to talk to you."

Song Rong now treats Xiao Yizheng as an unreasonable child who wants candy but can't get it. She tries to suppress her anger and let herself talk to Xiao Yizheng calmly.

In this way, Song Rong's heart is much lighter.

No matter what Xiao Yizheng thought, Song Rong said, "you always say you like me and hope I like you, right?"

Xiao Yizheng has nothing to deny.

It was Song Rong who talked about these things with Xiao Yizheng so frankly for the first time. In the past, Song Rong mostly avoided or even escaped when Xiao Yizheng liked him.

Now Song Rong also wants to understand that since he likes it, it's no use for her to avoid it.

As the saying goes, if you don't break, you won't stand. She'll understand from him that he likes himself!

Xiao Yizheng nodded and said, "I naturally like you."

"Also expect to respond to you?" Song Rong looked at Xiao Yizheng with a smile.

This smile directly dazzled Xiao Yizheng's eyes. Xiao Yizheng hurriedly continued, "nature."

Song Rong burst out laughing: "I don't say why I don't like you, just tell me, what kind of person I like... You should want to know?"

Xiao Yizheng was naturally very curious. If Song Rong said anything else to him, he might not listen.

But when Song Rong talked about this, he was interested and even forgot. He just desperately wanted to die. If he could know what kind of person she likes earlier, maybe... She could look at him more.