frightfiction Chapter 211 He can also make mistakes sometimes
Chapter 211 He can also make mistakes sometimes
Ling Zhen felt like she had stolen a half day of leisure from her busy life, so she dragged Han Su to her favorite snail noodle shop.
People who like snail noodles are simply addicted to it, while people who don’t like it think it stinks.
Ling Zhen felt much more relaxed when she was with Han Su. She didn't care if she smelled bad after eating. But she still said to Han Su with a wry smile, "Sorry, I just like this. If you think it smells bad, why don't you wait for a while and I'll finish eating quickly before we eat something else?"
Han Su stared at her with a gentle look in his eyes, "I love to eat too. I haven't eaten for a long time. Let's eat together."
Before he was fifteen, Han Su had not met Tang Shuya. He was just a bad boy who had been hanging out on the streets for years.
At that time, we had no idea about the next meal, so as long as we could fill our stomachs, we didn’t care whether the food was delicious or smelled.
Ling Zhen ordered an extra spicy one, and Han Su couldn't help but ask with some concern, "Is this spicy food safe for you?"
Ling Yuan broke the disposable chopsticks apart and rubbed them against each other to remove the barbs. Then he said, "Never mind. Right now, all I can think about is sipping the powder quickly. Even if there are any effects, that's it. I don't think it can get any worse than this."
She said it calmly, but Han Su felt distressed.
Ling Ruo's tongue was almost broken by the spiciness. She unconsciously stretched out the pink tip of her tongue. Her forehead was covered with sweat and her face was red.
Seeing this, Han Su took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, pulled out a piece, and naturally helped her wipe the sweat off her forehead.
Her slightly cool little hand covered his fingertips, and then she took the tissue, wiped her forehead, and said with a smile: "Thank you."
The lips, which had turned white for many days, were a little swollen due to the spicy taste, and were covered with a shiny oil, making them look rosy, plump, gorgeous and attractive.
Han Su's Adam's apple rolled up and down secretly, and his hand just stayed in the air.
He closed his eyes, and tried his best to control his desire. His palms gradually tightened and retracted.
The two were eating happily and didn't notice a man standing across the street.
He stood straight, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his cell phone.
A map was displayed on the phone screen with a red dot flashing on it.
Tang Shuya's deep and dark eyes penetrated the crowd and locked onto her easily.
He wondered where she and Han Su were going, but it turned out they were eating in such a shabby rice noodle shop.
Ever since he overheard the conversation between Han Su and Ling Zhen that day, he knew there was a secret between them.
One was his right-hand man who had followed him for many years, and the other was him...
What was she to him?
No matter who she is, she now belongs to him, Tang Shuya.
He hated betrayal and deception the most in his life.
What he cannot tolerate more is the betrayal and deception by those close to him.
The depressed mood hung over his heart like a thick cloud, making him feel suffocated.
As the saying goes, to catch a thief, you must seize the stolen goods; to catch an adulterer, you must catch him
It is not Tang Shuya's style to act rashly, so he deliberately avoided him these days and only let Han Su keep an eye on Ling Yuan.
If they let their guard down, their true colors will be exposed sooner or later.
But he couldn't control his heart. Every night he stood behind the curtains and secretly looked at Ling Yuan's room.
She stood on the balcony to enjoy the breeze for several nights in a row, and stayed there all night long. Her body was already so weak, but she still didn't know how to take care of herself.
Thinking of this, he lifted his foot and walked out. Even after he had walked down the stairs, he still stopped.
His breathing was stagnant, as if he was trying to hold it in. He dragged his feet, turned around, and finally returned to his room.
Only when it was late at night and everyone was asleep would he quietly go out and go to Building No. 2.
He opened her bedroom door very slowly and gently, and almost walked to her bed on tiptoe.
He stopped moving, and in the dim light from outside, he could see a bulge in the quilt, with long, black, silky hair scattered on the pillow.
She always sleeps quietly, and her breathing is so shallow that it can be ignored.
I like to curl up into a ball, like a soft and sticky little cotton ball.
He walked over, half squatted down, and stared at her face which was half covered by the quilt.
Her face was only the size of a palm, and now it was even smaller enough to be crushed with one palm.
Her long eyelashes were the color of a young crow, and her lips, which had been plump and rosy before, were now a little dry. Her brows were slightly wrinkled even when she fell asleep.
Tang Shuya couldn't help but reach out to smooth out the tiny wrinkles.
His hand just hung in the air like that, not falling for a long time. Suddenly, he smiled self-deprecatingly, looked away calmly, and his slender fingers slowly dropped. His palm, which was originally as white as jade, clenched into a fist in an instant.
He was really crazy. When he saw her, he lost control and almost forgot about his business.
He found Ling Zhen's phone, unlocked it with her facial recognition, and installed a tracking program.
After finishing everything, he turned around and looked at the person sleeping soundly on the bed. His expression was neither angry nor happy, and no emotion could be seen on his face.
The dark clouds slowly drifted away, revealing the moon hiding behind them. A ray of silver light sprinkled down, but the moonlight only barely shone on his pupils that were like a dark pool of water, unable to penetrate the complex emotions hidden deep within.
There was still a bottomless darkness in his eyes.
With this positioning system, Tang Shuya knows Ling Ru's location at any time.
Of course, I also know that she has been to Genting today.
To him, marriage is just a piece of paper.
Mr. Yu was talking about this and that in front of him, and he pretended to listen attentively with his signature gentle smile on his face.
In fact, my thoughts have already flown to the top of the mountain.
He was wondering what kind of expression and attitude he should use to meet Ling Ru.
What did she want to talk to him about? Did she miss him? Or did she want to scold him? Or was she begging him?
No matter which one it was, he had a faint expectation in his heart.
Unexpectedly, in the end, Ling Zhen didn’t come up!
After listening to Han Su's report, I naturally understood the whole story.
Damn Yu Jiaruo.
Sooner or later he will settle those accounts one by one!
Tang Shuya took a cigarette and held it between his lips, squinting his eyes as he looked at the two people in the rice noodle shop.
They were talking about something, but Ling Zhen's eyes sparkled and he was smiling. When he got excited, he kept gesturing with his hands, showing his emotions.
And Han Su, the man who had been with Tang Shuya for so many years, was the first time Tang Shuya saw a gentle expression on Han Su's face.
I always thought he was a cold-faced tough guy.
The most common expression is expressionless.
It turned out that Han Su could also laugh, and his eyes were filled with tenderness. He nodded to agree with her from time to time. From beginning to end, his eyes never left Ling Zhen.
Tang Shuya looked at him for a long time. His face was terrifyingly gloomy, and the emotions in his eyes were like turbulent autumn water, surging endlessly.
He raised his hand, pressed his chest gently, and then put out the cigarette that was about to burn to his fingertips.
It turned out to be like this, it turned out to be like this.
He actually makes mistakes sometimes.