Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

Chapter 254 Please give me a chance

He staggered forward and hugged her somewhat uncontrollably. She was still so delicate and soft, as if she had no bones. When he hugged her, he realized that he really liked her smell and body temperature. The feeling of skin to skin contact made him feel comfortable and peaceful.

But he sent her to another man and broke her love for him.

Ling Zhen struggled a bit, and Tang Shuya swallowed his saliva and buried his head firmly in the crook of her neck, not letting her move. He didn't want her to see him like this.

The hand holding her shoulder was trembling a little, and even the voice was trembling a little: "Azhen, let me hug you, just hug you, I really miss you..."

"Tang Shuya, go back. We haven't been together for so long, and nothing happened. One thing I've figured out recently is that adults don't have so many either-or arguments. We're not the same kind of people, so don't bother me anymore."

"A-Zhu, A-Zhu..."

He ignored her, murmured her name, raised his hand and gently stroked the corners of her red eyes, with a morbid paranoia in his eyes.

"Have you really thought about marrying him? Will you..."

"Are you asking if we'll have sex?"

Ling Zhen broke away from his embrace. She didn't look angry, and even smiled, but it wasn't a smile. "Tang Shuya, I have nothing to do with you now. On the contrary, Han Su is my husband now. Do you think we will have sex?"

He had never respected her in the slightest.

Tang Shuya was speechless for a moment, his head slightly lowered, his body hunched. His face was half-lit, half-dark, his black hair wet by the rain falling across his forehead. He stood there, his clothes sticking to him, so wet that you could even vaguely see the rise and fall of his bones.

Such a tall man has become so thin.

The last thread in Tang Shuya's heart snapped. In the heavy rain, he cried so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. He begged her with tears in his eyes, "It's my fault, it's my fault. Please give me a chance and don't marry him, okay?"

"I'm already married, please let me go, okay? You don't have any other woman you want, right?"

Her voice came softly, but in Tang Shuya's ears it was so shocking that it drowned out the sound of the changing clouds and the whistling wind above his head.

His body had been completely numb from the cold rain, but he still felt pain, pain everywhere, pain that pierced his heart and penetrated deep into his bones.

He paused, raised his eyelids and looked at her. Her hair was flying, and she looked cool. There was a faint light in her deep eyes, and her long, curly eyelashes were like frost.

The words that were originally spoken became extremely difficult, and bitterness spread in the mouth.

You have to swallow the bitterness yourself.

After a moment, he finally let go of her hand, but held her shoulders and asked her to turn around with her back to him.

Tang Shuya held her shoulders tightly, and she was frozen and unable to move.

"Ah'Zhu, go! Leave quickly before I change my mind."

In fact, he really hoped that she would not leave, but turn around and hug him tightly.

He told himself that if she would look back at him, he was afraid that he would lose control in this predicament and force her to come back to him.

Ling Zhen just stood there for a while, her eyes fixed on the front. She felt her heartbeat steadily. She had imagined many times what would happen if she was found by Tang Shuya. Now that the moment had finally come, her mind was surprisingly calm.

There was no formal ending ceremony between her and him.

Today is the best time.

Everything in the past, all the grudges and hatreds, are really coming to an end. It ends here.

At that time, she was in great pain and felt hopeless when she saw him getting engaged and having an affair with another woman. But looking back now, it wasn't a big deal.

She could clearly feel his gaze burning on her back, and she subconsciously wanted to look back, but in the end, she clenched her palms and did not look back. Slowly, she walked forward, her steps neither fast nor slow, and just like that, one footprint after another on the beach disappeared from his sight step by step.