The lights were ambiguous, and a thunder suddenly fell in late autumn. Lu Jinghan was the first to see Fu Shijin, and the corner of his beautiful eyes suddenly bends like a thin and sharp knife.

"Qingyue, see who's here." When she clicked on Qingyue's white shoulders, her smile was a bit playful, filled with the victor's gloat.

Shi Qingyue turned around as if she noticed something. She is wearing a knee-length skirt today, which is gorgeous and distinctive. It is a very famous brand abroad.

The high price is one aspect, and it is even more difficult to lend. If there is no matchmaking between Lu Jinghan, she will not be able to touch this brand at all.

The moment she saw Fu Shijin, her eyes seemed to have a touch of unexpected complexity, and then she twitched the corner of her mouth naturally, and laughed without guilty: "It turned out to be Fu Yinghou, what a coincidence."

Fu Shijin's eyes were fixed on the person who was smiling at the opposite bridge, and his voice was hoarse: "Unfortunately."

It's not a coincidence. Even if she looks amazing, she can't hide her haggardness. Her cheeks have been deeply sunken, and she can see the obvious lines of her profile, and she loses weight in a short time.

Artists have to keep their weight. Being thin is for beauty and improvement, but being thin like her is obviously morbid, perhaps because half of her body is hidden in the dark. The more contrasting people are a bit cold and can't be looked at directly.

Fu Shijin pushed the wheelchair forward a few steps and spoke after a long silence. His hoarse voice was trembling and tired: "Do you know how long I have been looking for you?"

Her eyes locked on the person opposite, trying to see any distressed or unbearable look on her face.

But no.

For nearly a month, she couldn't eat, sleep, and even was admitted to the hospital several times. In order to find her, she spent countless resources, reviewing over and over again the pain of being abandoned by her beloved in countless nights, and the silent pain. Tearing her heart back and forth.

Shi Qingyi was stunned for a moment, his thick and slender eyelashes fluttered down, and he gathered all the thoughts in his heart, only to lift up again for a moment.

Smiled: "Of course I don't know. Isn't it obvious what I mean?"

"What do you mean?" Fu Shijin approached her eyes step by step. Her eyes were very bright, as terrifying as a falcon in the dark.

The woman with delicate make-up on the opposite side leaned against the wall, curvy, sculpting nice lines under the light, lazy and indifferent, but her words were utterly heartless.

"Everything has been taken away. Can a smart person like Fu Yinghou still not see it? Of course it means breaking up."

She looked at Fu Shijin condescendingly, with a somewhat indifferent smile in her eyes, turning a blind eye to the pain of the pillow man who was still lingering on her ears not long ago.

Fu Shijin's face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, Shi Qingyue looked away, avoided her scorching gaze, and turned to the person watching the theater next to him: Jinghan, let's go. "

The sound of high-heeled shoes rang in the empty corridor. Fu Shijin steered the wheelchair to turn suddenly, leaving a white mark on the ground, abruptly blocking the only way, his eyes were stained with a thin layer of red: "You have nothing. , Do you want to explain to me?!"

Leave without saying goodbye, half-hearted, backtracking, and also playing like a fool--

Lu Jinghan stopped and stood aside as if watching a good show. She had to watch the scene.

Shi Qingyue was blocked by her, her fists clenched behind her back, but her voice became thinner and taunting: "The case of swallowing property is over. How did Fu Yinghou force me to go back? Do you not know in your heart? ?"

She looked down at that person as if she was looking at a ridiculous person: "How do you use power to make people bend the waist? Do you like it that way? Have you never thought that the forced person will eventually go away?"

Words and words pierced Fu Shijin’s heart like a sword like a sword. She took the blame. She knew what a heartless woman she was, and wanted to leave her desperately, but she never thought of her. Once she had another High fat, the bird will still kick her away mercilessly.

Fu Shijin gave a sorrowful laugh, his eyes lit up a little bit gray, and even looked sad: "It turns out that you have always thought of me this way, but you forgot that it was you who provoke me first..."

Shi Qingyi was stunned for a moment, as if he had some painful memories evoked. The mask tended to crack, but he laughed lowly soon.

"Ms. Fu Shijin Fu, the grand slam actress, can't you really see what a play is? I'm just doing a play, you are actually serious?"

"Then you and Lu Jinghan..." Fu Shijin held her hand on the wheelchair, her veins violent, and a hoarse noise came out from her throat. She wanted to roar, but the whole person fell into a terrible dizziness. , Even speaking is particularly difficult.

"Don't you also have something to do with He Chenchang? People like you treat people as playthings. Why, it's uncomfortable to be tricked by me?"

She was indifferent and shocking, and her words bounced out like a cannon, fast and anxious, like a violent storm, Lu Jinghan's face changed when she was watching.

Finally, she leaned down and put her hands on Fu Shijin's wheelchair, moving away little by little. Their faces were so close, one was full of desperate pain, the other was full of ridicule.

"Yes, I am a scum, I just lied to you. I lied to you, what's wrong with leaving?"

"Qingyue..." Fu Shijin was speechless, her lips were trembling, and her cold hands covered the back of Shi Qingyue's hands, trying to make her stop talking, but Shi Qingyue was not stopped by her pain at all.

"Fu Yinghou wouldn't be passionate about thinking that I really like you?"

With a stabbing sound, the wheelchair was completely removed. Shi Qingyue let go of the wheelchair and turned and left. Suddenly, someone caught his wrist.

That hand was hot, so hot that made people scared, but also hard to make people scared.

Fu Shijin held her tightly, her eyes were already scarlet, her whole body trembled uncontrollably, her chest was violently ups and downs, and her lips trembled little by little.

She seemed to be in a terrible condition, but she held Shi Qingyue's hand harder and harder.

"Qingyi, go back with me..."

Every word seemed extremely difficult, intermittently as if choking, she called her name, and in the end she went from stern to pleading, almost humble.

Shi Qingyue's back was facing her, the lines of his arms slowly tightened, and finally reached out his hand, and broke the hand with high fever inch by inch, and Fu Shijin stayed awake all night and was half-dead and unhealed. He didn't have much strength at all. , Even if the hand is grasped like an eagle's claw, it is still no match for being slowly broken apart.

As soon as he separated, Shi Qingyue's chest rose and fell faster and faster, and finally waved his hand fiercely at a certain moment: "Enough!"

At that time, the strength was too strong, and Fu Shijin was swayed out of the wheelchair, and the whole person with the wheelchair fell onto the marble floor with a loud bang.

The clothes in autumn were still thin. Fu Shijin only wore a shirt. He fell to the ground, his arms hit the marble, his knees hit the overturned wheelchair, and all his limbs were in severe pain.

There was a roar in her ears in such a huge sound, but she could still hear the voice of the person leaving.

"Shi Qingyue——"

Fu Shijin let out a desperate sob from his throat.

The man had a straight back. He used to hug her to bed, wipe her face and risk his life. The person who came to see her in the pouring rain never looked back and walked straight towards the elevator.

The back is absolutely terrifying, it seems that even if she died here like this, she would never look back at her again.

How could she be so cruel, how could she be so cruel...

Fu Shijin's canthus was about to split, and he watched her disappear into the depths of his sight, his heart sinking into the dark bottom of the lake little by little, and then he felt a sudden pain.

The position of the heart is painful and numb, and I can’t breathe at all. The air is gradually thinning, everything in front of her is gradually becoming blurred, she is sinking rapidly like weightlessness, and the surrounding area is getting colder and colder. ...

——She has a heart attack.

The last gaze was that person's back. She tried her best to reach, but she couldn't reach it.

Obviously close at hand, but it seems to be far away.

It was someone she could never touch, and boundless despair enveloped her.

In fact, as long as she looked back at her, she could find her anomaly, but from beginning to end, she didn't look back.

——

No one knows that the woman who was still high and sharp like a knife fell into the elevator the moment she entered the elevator, and she leaned in the elevator as if she had gone through an exhausting struggle.

Lu Jinghan looked at her playfully, and a moment later said in surprise: "Are you crying?"

A hidden water mark slowly slipped from the corner of her eye, and then sank into the sideburns, wetted with delicate makeup, Lu Jinghan frowned, moving closer to her beautiful eyes, "Where are you going to go next?"

Unexpectedly, Shi Qingyi suddenly took a half step backwards, and distanced herself from her: "I just thanked Miss Lu for your help. I have something to do now, so I won't bother."

He said that he rushed out of the elevator and ran back under Lu Jinghan's stunned eyes.

She ran in such a hurry, as if she was afraid that she would miss the treasure if she was one step too late.

——

Fu Shijin seemed to have a dream. In the dream, Shi Qingyue came back to hold her and went downstairs, begging her to hold her for a while, and hold her for a while. Warm tears fell on her temples. It quickly slipped into her neck.

She tried to raise her hand and touch the person to see if it was just her own illusion, but she couldn't do it with such a simple action...

Then there was endless gloom that enveloped her.

——

Fu's private hospital was quiet and there was no voice. Two hours had passed since Fu Shijin was admitted to the hospital when Fu Siting rushed over from the company.

The corridor was empty and long, with sparse light and shadow falling in scatteredly, and the sun lightly jumped on the woman's hair, and then slowly poured on the white tiles.

She stood there like a tree showing fatigue, with only her shoulders trembling gently in the wind, suppressed to the extreme, there was no sound, her bare calves were still bruised in the autumn wind, and the blood was of great value. The hem of her skirt dries up.

A butterfly stopped on her shoulder and flew away slowly from the window.

It was thin and fragile like a piece of paper, just staring at him for an instant, tears were already running away, and he dared not come closer through a corridor.

"She, how is she?"