She shook her head, not wanting to remember, not wanting to remember.

Lu Beixiao's eyes did not have the slightest tenderness in the past, and there was only a layer of cold ice between his always lazy eyebrows.

Such a ruthless appearance inexplicably reminded her of Lu Liuyun, his father.

Her heart trembled fiercely: "I didn't mean to ......"

Obviously, this did not convince him, and the coldness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Suddenly, he took her hand.

She was shocked and looked at him in horror, his hand, like an ice cube, the moment he grabbed her wrist, the cold breath was piercing.

She looked at him incredulously: "Your hand...... Why is it so cold? ”

Lu Beixiao didn't answer her, she walked forward by herself, and she didn't slow down, she followed behind him, and almost fell down after stumbling several times, with tears in her eyes, she only felt that the world had become gray at this moment.

Why are his hands so cold?

Even in the cold winter, it shouldn't be so cold......

It's like a piece of pig iron, she can't describe it, she lowered her head and looked at the bony hand he held on her wrist, it was still slender and good-looking, but the biting temperature made her feel as if it was not Lu Beixiao's hand holding her.

It's a clutch that is taking her step by step towards death.

She was really afraid, afraid of such Lu Beixiao.

She remembered everything he had said in her heart.

He said that if there was a next time, she would not care for her life, then she would no longer be his woman.

This sentence is like a nightmare, so that she can't get out of the gray world.

She began to struggle, trotted two steps closer to her, and walked to his side, so that she could reach out and open his, but before she could touch it, he picked up speed again.

She was scared, and her voice was trembling: "Don't ...... Lord Lu, where are you taking me? ”

Lu Beixiao didn't speak, or maybe he didn't hear her voice at all, immersed in his own world, without the slightest temperature.

Tang Weiwan's eyes were red, and his voice was crying: "Lu Beixiao, you let go!" ”

He still didn't respond to her.

I don't know how long I walked, I don't know where she went, she staggered a few steps, followed again, and came to a building.

What made her strange was that there was no one in this Great Xia at this point.

But she saw that some of the offices were still lit up.

She was really scared, and in the face of the next moment of ignorance, she only felt that her soul was lifted up and thrown into the abyss at any time.

Ding Dong –

He took her all the way to the fifty-fifth floor, which was the top floor of this Great Xia building.

When the elevator arrived, he opened the iron door again and walked out into the wind.

Huhuhu......

The floor was too high, and the sound of the wind was like a ghost crying wolf at this moment, which made her more and more frightened at the top of the darkness, and she looked at the man holding her hand, and there was no longer the slightest temperature on his body, only cold, endless frost.

Such a man made her afraid, and even, let her have some kind of illusion, this man, he is not Lu Beixiao.

Suddenly, he turned around and made eye contact with her.

Tang Weiwan bit her lip, the cold wind blew across her cheeks, I don't know if it was sad, or the cold wind was biting, and her tears kept falling: "Zhou Ziyi and I are not what you see...... Lu Beixiao, I just ......"

Lu Beixiao interrupted her, his cold long eyebrows were twisted, his voice was very bone-blowing, he pursed his lips, and the ruthless voice was brought to her ears by the cold wind.