〔ABO〕The ex-husband is hard to find

Ruan Cheng lowered his head, shaking the ceramic cup unconsciously with his hands. The coffee in the cup was wandering, with little ripples scattered in all directions, and then quickly returned to calm. Big splashes.

"If you're talking about the omega, I accept it."

"No, it's not just that." Fang Zekun leaned forward, getting closer to Ruan Cheng, his eyes were burning and urgent: "I should have understood a long time ago, after three years of being together day and night, you wash my hands and make soup for me. Accompanied me when I was down, invested in my company, and was hospitalized for holding back alcohol for me... I knew this before, but it wasn't until you said that you wanted to divorce me that I realized that I couldn't live without you. Apologies for my earlier bluntness and indifference."

Ruan Cheng avoided Fang Zekun's eyes, lowered his head and took a sip of the coffee in the cup, the strong bitter taste permeated the tip of his tongue.

Ruan Cheng swallowed the bitterness in his mouth and said, "You don't need to apologize for these things."

Fang Zekun said hastily: "I know you may not be able to forgive me for a while, give me some time, I can prove..."

"No," Ruan Cheng interrupted him lightly, he raised his head and looked at Fang Zekun, his eyes were clear and bright, as if they had just been washed by water, "Marriage is a matter of two people, but love is a matter of one person, my I like you all the time, so I am willing to do that for you, but you don't like me, there is nothing wrong with that in itself."

A cup of coffee was quickly drained, Ruan Cheng gently put the cup on the table, and looked away: "In fact, we are a kind of people, stubborn, don't hit the south wall and don't look back, we can only see what we care about. You care about your fame, wealth and status, and I care about you. My world used to be black and white, and only you had brilliant colors, so I chased hard and struggled painfully, but now I find that this world is really big, It’s very exciting, there are mountains, rivers, birds and animals, there are too many beautiful things. You should also enlarge your horizons, in the vast world, you and I are dust that is not worth mentioning.”

Fang Zekun listened quietly to Ruan Cheng's words, and he found that Ruan Cheng was not stupid, he had his own thoughts and ideas.

His obedience and obedience all stem from love.

Fang Zekun smiled wryly. He tried his best to organize his words so that the explanation would not sound so miserable: "My father died of lung cancer, and his so-called 'friends' and 'relatives' took the opportunity to occupy my house. Made me and my mother homeless. I hate them, but I hate them even more for the kind-hearted father who would help anyone, who gave away most of his hard-earned money and ended up like that. Since then, I have never been willing to believe in any feelings. In my opinion, trusting in feelings and being dominated by feelings is a sign of cowardice."

It was also the first time he confessed himself in front of others and opened his bloody wound. Fang Zekun's voice trembled undetectably.

After years of torment, his wounds have quietly festered and rotted.

Fang Zekun's voice was like a cello, deep and slow: "That's why I deliberately ignored you and suppressed my feelings."

His folded hands were unconsciously clamped, and the angular joints became more prominent. Fang Zekun was silent for a moment, and said firmly: "But now I am sure, I love you, Ruan Cheng."

The moment he heard these words, Ruan Cheng's heart still inevitably tightened suddenly, as if soaked in a glass of high-concentration lemonade, the sour feeling was transmitted to the internal organs along with the beating of the heart and the circulation of blood Within, even Ruan Cheng's toes curled up unconsciously.

He waited for this sentence for too long, too long, so long that he regarded it as an extravagant wish far away in the sky, and he didn't even dare to dream about it.

Ruan Cheng shook his head, habitually wanted to lift the cup, only to find that the cup was empty, only a small amount of light brown liquid sticky on the inner wall of the cup, indicating that there was once a cup of strong coffee.

His lower abdomen began to ache more obviously, and the blood on his face disappeared little by little. Ruan Cheng put his hands on the table to make himself feel better.

Under the pale yellow light, Ruan Cheng's tear mole was shining with a faint luster, like a bright teardrop hanging in the bottom of his eye.

For a moment, he was really shaken. He only knew that Fang Zekun's family moved suddenly one day, and there was no news from him. He didn't expect such a story.

His heart throbbed with pain, and he was accompanied by Fang Zekun's family when he was in the most pain. When Fang Zekun lost his parents, he was helpless and forced to the edge of a cliff.

But in the end, Ruan Cheng still shook his head and said, "Forget it, forget it."

He is trapped by love, hurt by love, and riddled with holes.If the total amount of passion in a person is a glass of water, Ruan Cheng has already poured out his own glass to Fang Zekun, and there is nothing left. He has lost the ability to "lover".

These words are not only for Fang Zekun, but also for Ruan Cheng himself. All the persistence and suffering, all the pain and unwillingness in the past were finally reduced to these three words.

Sometimes it is harder to give up than to persist, because giving up means that everything you have done is in vain and disappears.

"My current life... I am very satisfied. I also hope that you can find someone to get to know, know, love, and stay together with him. The two of us, let's get together and get separated."

Fang Zekun looked into Ruan Cheng's eyes, trying to read some emotions from them, but he found that Ruan Cheng's black eyes were like a bowl of thick ink that couldn't be melted, and all the emotions were hidden in it, unable to pry into it .

Fang Zekun was unwilling to let this go. He looked at Ruan Cheng and said sincerely: "I see you have been looking at that little boy just now. Actually, you like children very much, don't you? We can also have our own children, and then slowly Watching him grow up and thrive."

child!

Hearing this word, Ruan Cheng's pupils shrank suddenly, his limbs felt cold, and the blood clogged up in his heart, as thick as it had been left for many years.

Fang Zekun's words were piercing his unhealed scars. They could indeed have their own children, but it was Ruan Cheng who personally terminated that unformed life.

Ruan Cheng had a cramping pain in his lower abdomen, bead-sized beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and pheromones began to be secreted uncontrollably.

Fang Zekun quickly realized something was wrong. He stood up and sat beside Ruan Cheng, holding Ruan Cheng's hand and asked nervously, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Ruan Cheng's hands were cold, reaching his forearms. Fang Zekun embraced Ruan Cheng, carefully letting him lean into his arms.

The red wine-flavored pheromone rushed towards Ruan Cheng's glands, slowly infiltrated into Ruan Cheng's glands, and then spread a little bit, the pain decreased a little, followed by a distinct feeling of vomiting, waves of heat hit the lower abdomen Come on, Ruan Cheng shook his head feebly, just suppressing the desire to vomit had already exhausted all his strength.

Fang Zekun made a decisive decision, picked up Ruan Cheng and rushed out all the way.