Standing two meters away, she could feel the cold air emanating from Lu Zhenming's body, and she didn't dare to step forward.

Lu Zhenming turned his head slowly, with a cold edge in the depths of his eyes, looking at her as if he had caught his wife cheating, both angry and gloomy.

Lu Zhenming strode up to her, pointed the screen at her, his jaws were tightly tightened, and his dark eyes, which had always been deep and quiet, seemed to have flames passing by: "Can't you still forget him?" ”

The voice that he tried his best to restrain was still full of coldness, cold without a trace of temperature.

Qin Lang on the screen was smiling at her, like a spring flower blooming, full of warmth.

This is the second time she has seen Lu Zhenming so angry, the first time was yesterday, when Lu Zhenming violently beat the person who bullied her, he was full of murderous energy.

And now he has no murderous aura in him, but he is inexhaustible.

In her daze, Lu Zhenming pinched her shoulders, the green tendons on her forehead bulged, and she roared angrily: "You say! ”

Her shoulders were pinched by Lu Zhenming, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her already sick face became worse and worse.

She took a breath: "I didn't...... I just inadvertently turned it out......"

Lu Zhenming sneered as if he had heard some joke, and there was ice slag in his eyes: "He has been dead for three years, if you don't still think about him, how can you keep his photo?" ”

What Qin Lang brought to her were some beautiful and warm memories, and those memories were probably the only color in her entire youth.

Although she doesn't love Qin Lang, she regards Qin Lang as her best friend.

Keep a photo of him, and when I really think about him, I will turn it out and take a look.

So Lu Zhenming's words, she couldn't refute them.

She pursed her white lips and dug her fingertips into her palms.

Lu Zhenming saw that she acquiesced, her dark pupils shrank violently, and the flames inside were overwhelming, and her hand was so strong that it seemed to crush her shoulder blades.

Su Wansheng gasped, his painful eyebrows wrinkled, and he couldn't help but mutter: "It hurts ......"

This word seemed to have worked and pulled Lu Zhenming's reason back.

Lu Zhenming looked at her sick face, let go of her, and clenched his hanging hand into a fist.

But as soon as he thought that she had kept Qin Lang's photo all along, the anger in his chest burned more and more, raised his arm that was holding the phone, slammed the phone on the ground, and strode out of the room.

As he passed her, he knocked her back two steps, the wind picking up a strand of hair from her ear.

The deafening sound of slamming the door made her tremble in fright.

The pain in her shoulder, the pain in the tip of her heart, seemed to drain her whole body.

She staggered over and sat down on the edge of the bed, slowly turning red in the corners of her eyes.

After a moment, she sniffed and grabbed the glass of water on the table.

As soon as her hand touched the cup, she saw the medicine on the pill box next to her, and she was immediately frozen.

The white pills and capsules were mixed together, obviously specially matched for her.

She didn't have it when she went to put the bath water, and it didn't take long for it to happen.

In addition to her, there was only Lu Zhenming in the room.

Through the events of the past two days, she found that he was a little better to himself than before.

But he still fluctuated at every turn, which made her very tired.

She took the medicine and walked over to pick up the mobile phone on the ground, which fell so hard that the screen had cracked into a spider web, and it seemed that it couldn't be used.