"You eat so little, how can you eat too much, quickly, you are so slim that you don't need to lose weight, eat more." Zhuang Lingjun scooped half a bowl of soup for her, looked at her, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Come, drink this." ”

Chu Xue really couldn't drink it, but he really didn't want to be embarrassed, so he thought that he could just take a sip first, so he took a sip......

But at this moment, she felt a twitch in her stomach!

It was a convulsive that turned the river and the sea upside down!

Looking at her distorted expression, Xie Junhao was startled, his heart was extremely distressed, and he hurriedly asked, "Xue'er, what's wrong with you?" Why is your face blue? Do you have a cold? Do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up......

"It's okay, I guess I'm just a little cold, maybe a little bit of a bad stomach-" Before he could finish his sentence, Chu Xue suddenly covered his chest and turned his head violently and vomited!

Zhuang Lingjun looked at her appearance, and the light in his eyes was very complicated.

Xie Junhao looked at Zhuang Lingjun anxiously: "Mr. Zhuang, hurry up and take Xue'er to the hospital to have a look!" ”

"Well, okay, uncle, you can go too, and more people will take care of it." Zhuang Lingjun's eyes became deeper and more complicated, holding Chu Xue in one hand, and carefully wiped the dirt from her mouth with a tissue, "Let's go, let's go to the hospital." ”

The first snow was dizzy and dizzy, and his heart was beating wildly.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Why? Why is this happening?

I had a very ominous feeling in my heart, but I couldn't say it......

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At the same time, Paris.

Jin Ting sat alone in the office.

He didn't ask Yun Fei to accompany him, Cebu escaped death in this scene, and his spirit was a little unstable, so it was better for Yun Fei to guard her.

In his head, all that sounded Isabella's voice sounded:

"I don't really want to marry you, I also know that you don't love me, you love someone else, but I only have one month to live...... As a woman, I want to be able to have a wedding with someone I like before I go to another world...... I want to wear a white wedding dress...... That way, I can go to another world without regrets...... Please grant me this little request......"

Seriously, he didn't want to say yes.

Even if it's a play, he doesn't want to give the first time in his life such a commemoration to another person.

However, looking at Isabella's disfigured and pale and haggard face, he really couldn't say anything...... The doctor's words still rang in his ears: "Don't stimulate her, she can live for a month at most, but if her spirit is stimulated and she loses the will to live, she may only live for a week!" ”

The heart is irritable and inexplicable, and this kind of thing is something that no one can discuss.

What should he do......

First Snow ...... If you hadn't left me, I wouldn't have thought about this kind of thing at all, not even if I thought about it......

But you just disappeared without a trace, and I heard another man's voice......

Jin Ting felt his heart throb.

That dull pain made him know for the first time that his heart really hurts, not an adjective.

Her smile, her voice, the touch of her skin, the way she cried, were all deeply engraved in his mind, how could he forget it?

He was really sad, but there was nothing he could do.

What could he do? He also wanted to fly back to China immediately, go to Zhuang Lingjun, point to his nose and ask him what was going on!

But after all, he was a man, and he was a man of great pride!

And Zhuang Lingjun is his best friend, partner and director!

How could he point to his nose and ask him angrily like a jealous husband what he had to do with Hatsuyuki and where he got her?

If it were a different person, whoever it was, he could do it.

But Zhuang Lingjun, he had no way to do this.

Jin Ting didn't know why, he always felt that there was a stuffy flame in his heart, but there was nowhere to erupt, he didn't want Zhuang Lingjun to see his abnormal appearance! He didn't want to be despised by his secret ridicule in his heart!

There is only one man in the world who he regards as a friend and an adversary!

However, he was going to lose his temper in front of this man!

Jin Ting is unwilling!

He's such a proud man!

It's like a proud phoenix, completely unwilling to lower its noble head, completely unwilling to say those bloody and boring words!

If the other party is a small person like Mo Haoxuan, he is like an ant, he is completely disdainful, so he can say anything, and it is expected that Mo Haoxuan will not dare to confront him, but if he is replaced by Zhuang Lingjun, it will be completely different!

Moreover, Yun Fei's question that day was still engraved in his mind like a magic spell!

"Do you really fully believe in Zhuang Lingjun?"

He doesn't know, he really doesn't!

He covered his face with his hands in a dejected manner, time passing so slowly.

During the day, because he had to deal with some things remotely, time passed relatively slowly, but every day he watched the sun sink little by little, and the twilight covered the earth, his heart seemed to slowly sink into the bottomless abyss.

He himself wondered why he was like this?

There is nothing missing from him, and his status has not changed in any way.

But it seems that everything is different, and from his eyes, the whole world has changed.

In fact, Paris is still so beautiful, and the sky is still so blue, but he feels that such a world is so lonely and cold, empty and boring.

He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what he could do, as if there was a missing piece in his heart, nothing to fill.

So no matter what kind of food and wine no longer aroused his interest, he seemed to eat every day just to maintain the basic needs of his body, and he did not feel any happiness.

Sometimes he would look at the Seine, where the two of them had walked together, the sunset could still be so beautiful, but it was never the same again.

It was only then that he realized that the story of him and her was just a long river of history, and an insignificant moment in his life was fleeting.

It's neither earth-shattering nor unforgettable, maybe it's just that way.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years from now, who will remember?

Will you remember the beautiful scenery that day, her smile that was more beautiful than the scenery, and the tacit understanding when the two looked at each other and smiled?

He thought heartbrokenly that maybe it wouldn't be long before she would forget about it completely.

Originally, man is a forgetful animal.

Everyone has had so many stories, how can they all remember so clearly.

Later, when she crossed the Seine, she might only remember that she had walked here with a person on a certain day and year.

[Author's digression]: When I wrote this paragraph of Ting's mood, Tao Tao's mood was also low.

The feeling of being dazed and empty, the feeling of living like a year, the feeling of not knowing what to wait for.

I've been in a bad mood lately, even less, please forgive me.