After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

The moment he raised his eyes, he collided with Luo Qing outside the door, his eyes met, and he was slightly stunned.

Luo Qing lost a lot of weight, and her already distinct outline became more and more clear. The custom-made suit on her body could be seen to be a little looser, and it didn't fit well.It may be that the whole person looks good with light makeup on, smiling and holding roses.

He looked at Luo Qing in front of him dressed very handsomely, wearing a very formal suit, as if he was going to attend some important banquet, if Luo Qing was invited to tonight's wrap-up banquet.

"Xing Xing, long time no see, do you miss me?"

Song Xingli frowned when he heard Luo Qing's slightly hoarse voice: "What are you doing here?"

The door closed with a beep, and Luo Qing slowly approached Song Xingli.

"I was also invited to the wrap-up banquet. Although I withdrew midway, at least I made the show popular, didn't I? It's reasonable."

The approaching breath was somewhat unusual, and Song Xingli subconsciously took a step back.

"This bouquet of roses is for you."

There was no danger as expected, Song Xingli saw Luo Qing stopped in front of him and handed him the rose in his hand. This action also made him a little jealous. Now he has long been unable to see what Luo Qing is, so he has no idea what Luo Qing is. Every move is fraught with doubts.

Seeing that Song Xingli hadn't received the rose, Luo Qing looked a bit disappointed: "Xingxing, did you forget?"

"?" Song Xingli looked at Luo Qing suspiciously.

"Today is my birthday, have you forgotten?" Luo Qing's tone was full of disappointment.

Song Xingli suddenly remembered what day it was today, but he didn't feel very guilty. Why did Luo Qing ask him to remember it all the time.

"Luo Qing, do you think it is necessary for us to talk about any anniversary?"

"Yes." Luo Qing didn't seem to be sad for a long time, and continued to hold up the roses and handed them to Song Xingli: "As long as I still love you, then I want to have anything to do with you, even if you hate me, it doesn't matter , today is my birthday, will you accept this rose?"

Song Xingli looked at the bouquet of roses in front of him indifferently, without any ripples in his heart, and pushed away the bouquet of roses in front of him: "Luo Qing, don't be persistent anymore, I've said it before, if you play with me like this, I won't Forgive you, if you are sick, just obediently see a doctor, and then find a job and live a good life."

"Xing Xing, I escaped."

Song Xingli took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call.

"So don't provoke me, just give me a break, okay?" The phone fell to the floor with a "slap", Song Xingli felt the pain in his hand from being beaten, and looked at Luo Qing in astonishment: "Are you crazy! "

"Am I crazy, didn't you already know?" Luo Qing threw the roses aside, approached Song Xingli, raised her hand and pulled at the collar, with unrestrained actions, saw him tear off the tie, and laughed flamboyantly: "Whoever told you not to come to see me, you don't want to come to see me even once, I'm angry."

The tone is bad, and it is extremely underwhelming.

Song Xingli subconsciously took a step back and frowned, as if he sensed Luo Qing's dangerous move:

"Luo Qing, I don't think we need to talk about anything."

He already felt that his attitude was very kind, but he took it lightly, Luo Qing escaped.

"Why didn't we need to talk before, we have a lot to talk about, and we can talk about it since childhood." Luo Qing approached step by step.

The entrance is only that big, Song Xingli felt the subtlety of his situation at this time, glanced at the place where he could run first from the corner of the eye, but Luo Qing grabbed his arm the moment his toes poked out.

Luo Qing's hands were much bigger than his, and she directly grabbed his hands and wrapped them tightly around the tie.

This action is extremely humiliating.

"Luo Qing!!" Song Xingli didn't control his tone and shouted out. He wanted to break free, but Luo Qing ruthlessly pressed him against the shoe cabinet in the entrance, with his back pressed against him, and he couldn't move at all: "If you think Lock yourself up if you're going crazy, and don't provoke me again!"

Luo Qing restrained Song Xingli with ease, and felt happy that he succeeded in catching Song Xingli. He put his hands on both sides of Song Xingli's waist, and even clamped//clamped Song Xingli with his legs to limit his movement.

He lowered his head and slowly approached Song Xingli, the love gradually revealed in his eyes almost wanted to engulf Song Xingli.

"Xing Xing, you used to remember my birthday and give me birthday presents, but this year, I don't have any?"

Song Xingli turned his face away in disgust: "Do you still have the face to ask me for a gift? You wronged me indiscriminately, thinking that I was a burden to Dad, and because of this incident, all the good things I have done to you can be wiped out, you You want to take revenge on me like this. Luo Qing, if you were me, would you still be able to calmly accept me appearing in front of you like this?"

"I think I can." Luo Qing's gaze outlines Song Xingli's angry appearance, as if he can't get enough of it, and he won't be angry at all: "Because I really want to ask why you did this to me, Don't you want to know?"

"I don't want to know anything about you." Song Xingli responded coldly and decisively.

Luo Qing looked at Song Xingli's body covered by the light at the entrance. The loose bathrobe was slightly wrinkled just now, and one shoulder was slightly exposed. The overly white and dazzling skin and collarbone came into view. The red marks in his eyes gradually stained with a bit of violence.

He raised his hand to caress Song Xingli's collarbone: "Who left marks on your body? Qi Wenzhan? Or that brat who is still young?"

"none of your business."

After Song Xingli finished speaking, he felt his chin being pinched by Luo Qing, and he frowned in pain.

"Xing Xing, now I advise you not to provoke me, and I don't want to be angry, I just want to have a good birthday with you, just this time, the last time, okay? Just be obedient and listen to me once. "

Luo Qing's almost sick words made Song Xingli realize that if he really struggled, maybe this guy would really do something.

"What do you want to do—" Just after Song Xingli asked what he was going to do, he was caught off guard by Luo Qing, and his eyes widened suddenly: "Luo Qing!!"

"Shh, don't talk yet, can you spend a birthday with me? I don't have time." The moment Luo Qing put Song Xingli on the bed, she immediately tore off the rope that tied the bath towel around Song Xingli's waist, and tied it to Song Xingli's feet .

The second Song Xingli was hit on the bed, his head was suddenly numb. How could he escape like this? !

He closed his eyes with nothing to love, intending to keep out of sight, he didn't believe that Luo Qing could do anything else, and Shi Jin was coming back, so he could delay it for a while.

"Xingxing, can you sing me happy birthday once?"

After Luo Qing tied up Song Xingli, she didn't do anything else, she squatted beside the bed, stared at Song Xingli who closed her eyes on the bed and didn't want to see him, and said this sentence.

"I don't." Song Xingli felt that Luo Qing's voice seemed not so close to him, and quietly opened his eyes, and then found Luo Qing squatting beside the bed.

"Just once, for the last time, okay?" Luo Qing cautiously stretched out her hand to touch Song Xingli's arm, completely opposite to the violence just now, her eyes even showed a bit of humble begging.

"Don't you hate me the most? Why don't you continue to hate me? Look at you, don't you think you are ridiculous?" Song Xingli felt that he was really played around by Luo Qing, and now this guy appeared in front of him again He has only one heart that wants to kill, other than that, nothing else.

Luo Qing stood up and lay down beside Song Xingli.

Song Xingli's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously moved to the side, but without moving, Luo Qing hugged him into his arms. He couldn't bear to look directly at him and quickly closed his eyes.

I began to greet Luo Qing in my heart.

"What I look forward to most every year is your birthday for me. Forget it, you sang happy birthday songs to me for 24 years. Every year, you wish me to be happy every day and grow up quickly. Every time I I will keep your wishes firmly in my heart, and then I silently wish that I will grow up quickly and become stronger to protect you."

Luo Qing whispered in his ear, but he remained silent and did not move.

"Only when I met you did I understand the meaning of birthdays and anniversaries. It was you who told me that the meaning of these anniversaries is the most important meaning of maintaining our relationship. I still remember when I was on my fourth birthday At that time, my mother jumped off the building in front of me, and before she jumped down, she smiled and said to me, 'Mom is sorry for you, but mother loves you, will you always remember mother?'."

He heard Luo Qing laugh, but the laughter was so ugly, even worse than crying.

Every word he said was densely packed and uncomfortable like a needle piercing his heart.

"Then my dad took me to your house. After I met you, I realized that I still have people who like me, no one will bully me without a mother, and there are people who will protect me when I am afraid. But why do you You promised to protect me all the time but fell in love with Shi Jin, I am really sad..."

Luo Qing's choked up voice sounded, and Song Xingli felt that he was being hugged more and more tightly, and also felt the slight tremor in Luo Qing's tightened arms.

Song Xingli didn't want to hear Luo Qing talk about the past anymore, and he didn't want to make himself unnecessarily soft-hearted: "Stop talking nonsense, isn't it just to sing you a happy birthday song, and you will leave after singing, right?"

"Yes." Luo Qing smiled with red eyes: "I'll leave after singing."

Song Xing sang happy birthday song expressionlessly inside.

Luo Qing hugged Song Xingli tightly in her arms, looked sideways at the person in her arms, eyes full of tears stared deeply, as if she wanted to engrave the person she loves into her soul and into her blood.

Just as the song was about to end, he looked away, as if looking at it for a second would shake his resolve.

"I'm done singing, can you go?"

"Well, I'm leaving."

"Then why don't you go?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Song Xingli sneered: "Wishful thinking."

But being controlled by others, he couldn't resist Luo Qing, and seeing Luo Qing getting closer, he tried to struggle.

Finally, the kiss landed on the eyelid.

Devotional and moist.

"I actually went there on your wedding day."

Song Xingli didn't open his eyes, now he doesn't want to listen to Luo Qing's words anymore, this guy's incoherence makes it difficult for him to listen, it seems that Shi Jin should send Luo Qing to a better mental hospital , The current hospital is definitely not good.

Seeing that Song Xingli didn't open his eyes, Luo Qing couldn't hide her tears anymore: "I stood below and looked at you and Shi Jin. I was really sad at that time. I regretted that I liked you so much. Why did I just No, but I really dare not say it."

"Because I don't think I'm worthy."

"But it doesn't matter now, Xing Xing, if you can sing me the last happy birthday song, I will be satisfied. This year is my 29th birthday."

Song Xingli frowned, suddenly there was a subtle feeling welling up in his heart, which was unspeakably uncomfortable for him.

"Don't open your eyes, I'm leaving."

Just when he was about to open his eyes, Luo Qing suddenly said such a sentence.

Feeling the side of the bed get up slightly, it was Luo Qing who got out of bed.

But in the next second, he heard the sound of opening the window, and opened his eyes suddenly.

He watched Luo Qing sit by the window in astonishment. At that moment, his mind went blank and he didn't react to anything.

Luo Qing turned around and smiled at him with red eyes: "Xing Xing, in fact, your 30th birthday is still a month away, but I don't have time for you, so let me say happy birthday to you in advance."

"Xingxing, happy birthday, I'm leaving."

The black figure jumped down, Song Xingli felt all the strength was pulled away, and he just turned his head sideways to look at the window sill, not even knowing that he was crying.

There was a loud 'bang', and the sound of the whistle of the car downstairs sounded out piece by piece, like the last whine.

The author has something to say: Luo Qing, goodbye, hey.