Lu Qingfeng had only drunk a handful of times, so she hesitated for a moment before frowning and barely drinking a small half.

The spicy food entered his throat, Lu Qingfeng coughed uncontrollably for a while, and seeing this, Han Jiachen hurriedly handed over the tea.

Lu Qingfeng took it and took two sips before suppressing the strange feeling.

"Why don't you drink it?" Han Jiachen asked in a consultative tone.

"It's okay". Lu Qingfeng's eyes were even more red, she took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth, and after a while, she completely eased up.

"Come, drink again". After speaking, Lu Qingfeng leaned over and filled the wine glass in front of Han Jiachen.

Han Jiachen didn't move, he looked at Lu Qingfeng for a while, his gaze was a little abnormal.

"If you are too aggrieved if you have something hidden in your heart, you can tell me that I may not be able to help, but I will definitely keep my mouth shut."

Hearing this, Lu Qingfeng lowered her head and smiled bitterly, she raised her head and drank the rest of the wine, this time the reaction was not very strong, maybe she had already adapted.

"Actually...... Actually, there's not much to say." Lu Qingfeng raised her hand to cover her forehead, her lower lip trembled, and the grievances in her heart swelled up.

Perhaps because Han Jiachen was completely defenseless, Lu Qingfeng could vent so unscrupulously.

She cried silently for a while, and then wiped the wetness off her face with her sleeve, her movements were a little rude, and half of her face turned red.

"You know, my life is not good, every time I see hope, I fall into a dead end again."

"I've always tried hard to live, but why would God do this to me." Lu Qingfeng clenched his fists, hammered his chest one by one, and burst into tears again.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, picked up the wine bottle again and filled her glass, she picked up the wine glass and was about to put it on her lips, Han Jiachen stopped in time: "Enough, if you drink it again, you will be drunk."

"Leave me alone, let me be presumptuous for a while, okay?"

"I've been pretending for many years and I've lost everything". Lu Qingfeng held Han Jiachen's wrist, her palm was cold, Han Jiachen frowned, and let her drink a glass of wine.

"Han Jiachen, do you know? I actually miss my childhood now, although I am worried about Yin Daqiang every day, but at least I am the only one, and I have nothing to worry about." Lu Qingfeng's voice was very soft, but sadness was mixed in it, and it made people feel heavy when they heard it.

Han Jiachen naturally knew who Yin Daqiang was, and he had seen with his own eyes how that person treated Lu Qingfeng, he thought that person would be Lu Qingfeng's biggest nightmare, but he didn't expect Lu Qingfeng to say such a thing again.

What has she been through all these years? It made her suddenly miss the hellish life she once had.

Han Jiachen didn't know what to say, he gritted his teeth, and the position of his heart seemed to be a knife ripping, and he was about to suffocate in pain.

"Everything will pass". Han Jiachen had never participated in Lu Qingfeng's life, and he didn't know what had happened, so even his comforting words felt superficial.

He hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and held Lu Qingfeng's, maybe a little nervous, the Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his gaze was a little evasive.

"I can't get by". Lu Qingfeng shook her head, she bit her lower lip, and her expression was full of dead silence.

Han Jiachen was a little scared, he subconsciously clenched Lu Qingfeng's hand, and said again: "Chaohuan, what happened?" You told me that I would do everything I could to help you."

"Help me? You can't help it". Lu Qingfeng's eyelids were already a little unable to lift, she swallowed another glass of wine, her Adam's apple had been numb from the spicy smudge, she swallowed smoothly, and her mind began to become less clear.

"No one can help me with my affairs."

"Tell me, I'll be able to help." Han Jiachen still insisted, his eyes were firm, Lu Qingfeng glanced at her, and a warm current surged in his heart, no one had ever stood on her side in his life, whether she was right or wrong.

She sighed, raised her hands, and shook them in front of Han Jiachen's eyes before saying, "I killed someone."

"What?" Han Jiachen's face changed drastically, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

"Really, I really killed ......". Lu Qingfeng repeated again, and before she could finish speaking, Han Jiachen's palm had already covered her mouth.

"You can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing." Han Jiachen tried to stop it with his eyes, but Lu Qingfeng was already slightly smoked, his brain was not very bright, and his words and deeds were completely dominated by his subconscious.

"I'm not talking nonsense, I really killed someone". Lu Qingfeng struggled and pulled down Han Jiachen's hand, and shouted, just as the knock on the door sounded, a trace of vigilance appeared on Han Jiachen's face.

"Come in".

A few seconds later, the waiter pushed the door in and brought another pot of hot tea on the table: "Sir, is there anything else you need?" ”

The waiter saw Lu Qingfeng lying in Han Jiachen's arms, his cheeks were red, and he thought that he had disturbed their intimacy, so he smiled a little embarrassedly.

"It's all right". Han Jiachen's tone was cold, and the waiter didn't dare to stay any longer, so he immediately pushed the door and went out.

The door of the box closed again, Han Jiachen removed his hand, Lu Qingfeng took a deep breath, pushed Han Jiachen with dissatisfaction, and returned to his former charm between his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry". Han Jiachen clenched his fists, thought about it, and asked suspiciously, "You really killed someone?" ”

"Hmm". Lu Qingfeng took another sip of wine, she supported her chin with one hand, and her eyes were a little confused.

"And who did you kill?" His dark eyes turned, and Han Jiachen unconsciously held his breath, although he doubted the truth of Lu Qingfeng's words, he was still a little worried.

"Yin Daqiang".

"I killed Yin Daqiang". Lu Qingfeng closed his eyes and muttered in his mouth.

"And ...... And that Du Zhiwei, she killed my child, and I want her to pay for her life." After speaking, Lu Qingfeng hooked the corners of his mouth.

"How......?" Han Jiachen was completely shocked, for a moment he saw despair in Lu Qingfeng's eyes, and after a few seconds, he had a terrible thought in his heart, Yin Daqiang's fowl* was damned, and that Du Zhiwei was probably damned.

"Do you know how hateful they are?" Lu Qingfeng grabbed the corner of Han Jiachen's clothes, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"I know". Han Jiachen wanted to comfort Lu Qingfeng, raised his hand and patted Lu Qingfeng's back, unwilling to let her continue to talk.

"No, you don't know". Lu Qingfeng stubbornly lowered his head, tears fell on the back of Han Jiachen's hand, and his back was tight.

"What grudges do they have against me, why should they harm my child, he will be born in three months, but after all, he will not have the opportunity to come to this world." Lu Qingfeng buried her face in Han Jiachen's chest, she cried suppressedly, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Han Jiachen's figure froze, and he raised his hand a little helplessly, stayed for a few seconds, and then retracted.

After waiting for a few minutes, the person in his arms seemed to be quiet, and he dared to hold Lu Qingfeng's shoulders and called out in a low voice: "Chaohuan? ”

Lu Qingfeng didn't respond, she closed her eyes tightly, her face was calm, and she was obviously asleep.

Han Jiachen sighed, he greedily glanced at the somewhat haggard little face in front of him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook.

Such a moment is an extravagant hope that he can't even dream back at midnight, he thinks that he will never be able to get close to Lu Qingfeng in the future, so he has become like a walking corpse.

"Chaohuan?" Han Jiachen shouted again, but Lu Qingfeng still didn't react, so he grabbed Lu Qingfeng's shoulders and stood up slowly.

He clumsily put on Lu Qingfeng's clothes, picked up her leather bag again, and walked out of the box with messy steps.

After paying the bill and leaving the restaurant, Han Jiachen was woken up by the cold wind, he looked up at the sun that was about to set, and his heart was a little steady.

Lu Qingfeng's body was too thin, so Han Jiachen almost didn't use any strength to help her into the co-pilot's seat.

Fastening Lu Qingfeng's seat belt, Han Jiachen's gaze lingered on Lu Qingfeng's face for a while before he straightened up and closed the car door.

He leaned on the car, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, bit out one and lit it, he recalled what Lu Qingfeng said just now, and at the same time, what did he think about?

After a long time, a cigarette burned out, he went around the front of the car and sat in the cab, Lu Qingfeng was not awake, tilted his head, and slept deeply.

Han Jiachen boldly touched Lu Qingfeng's head, with a doting smile on his face.