Chapter 2642
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He barefoot, silent from the soft carpet side, went to the door, raised his hand, fingers gently pressed on the door panel.
He closed his eyes slightly.
"Xiao Fengting, open the door for me, do you hear me?"
Her voice is a little broken, it seems to be a bit hoarse. The solid door is slightly shaken by her kicking, which makes people wonder how much energy is contained in her petite body.
When he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the scene of Tang Qing standing at the door. Across the door, his palm seemed to feel the temperature outside her door.
All this is just imagination
He stood by the door for a moment, then slowly turned around, sat down on the sofa and leaned over.
Darkness makes people quiet.
In the dark, he can clearly feel that his body function is gradually stopped rotating. It's like a rusty machine, slowly, slowly, beginning to stain.
He's dying.
……
I don't know when it's quiet outside. Xiao Fengting suddenly opens her eyes in the dark.
A faint sobbing voice, across a board, passed in.
His flat fingers on the side of his body suddenly clenched, and a throbbing pain broke out in his heart. He raised his hand and squeezed the position of his heart. He fell on the sofa in pain.
Stop crying
He closed his eyes and said in his heart, I'll come to see you in the evening.
It's OK. Even if I die, you won't miss me very much. I know
He wanted to open the door and hold her in his arms, but the only thing he could do was lie on the sofa, close his eyes and gasp in pain.
A cold sweat fell on his forehead, and he felt that the blood flowing in his body seemed to be colder
He sighed gently, feeling sleepy again, and he fell asleep slowly.
*
Tang Qing really didn't expect that Xiao Fengting didn't open the door in the end.
She stood up in anger, wiped away her tears, and again kicked a foot on the door board with countless footprints, and walked to the room in anger.
The maid ran after him in a hurry. She saw Tang Qing sitting cross legged on the sofa with a pillow in her arms, her face bulging and sulking. She said in a hurry, "Miss Tang, are you thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water
Tang Qing doesn't like her now, but she's a girl after all, and she doesn't want to have a bad voice. She said to the maid in a stiff voice: "you go out. I want to rest now. Don't come in."
The maid nodded and meekly closed the door and went out.
Tang Qing holds a pillow and thinks angrily that if Xiao Fengting comes over tonight, she must make him look good.
However, that night, Xiao Fengting did not come.
She sat in bed all night, until the sun outside the window gradually lit up, the dim bedroom gradually became bright, and the bedroom door was not opened.
Early in the morning, barefoot, she hurried through the white corridor and returned to the vermilion gate.
She began to knock at the door.
The sound of her knocking on the door attracted the maid who called her to go downstairs for dinner. When the other party saw her there early in the morning, she was obviously shocked and called her in a low voice: "Miss Tang..."
Tang Qing's face was very ugly, even faintly pale. She turned her head to look at the maid and asked, "he didn't come out all night?"
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He barefoot, silent from the soft carpet side, went to the door, raised his hand, fingers gently pressed on the door panel.
He closed his eyes slightly.
"Xiao Fengting, open the door for me, do you hear me?"
Her voice is a little broken, it seems to be a bit hoarse. The solid door is slightly shaken by her kicking, which makes people wonder how much energy is contained in her petite body.
When he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the scene of Tang Qing standing at the door. Across the door, his palm seemed to feel the temperature outside her door.
All this is just imagination
He stood by the door for a moment, then slowly turned around, sat down on the sofa and leaned over.
Darkness makes people quiet.
In the dark, he can clearly feel that his body function is gradually stopped rotating. It's like a rusty machine, slowly, slowly, beginning to stain.
He's dying.
……
I don't know when it's quiet outside. Xiao Fengting suddenly opens her eyes in the dark.
A faint sobbing voice, across a board, passed in.
His flat fingers on the side of his body suddenly clenched, and a throbbing pain broke out in his heart. He raised his hand and squeezed the position of his heart. He fell on the sofa in pain.
Stop crying
He closed his eyes and said in his heart, I'll come to see you in the evening.
It's OK. Even if I die, you won't miss me very much. I know
He wanted to open the door and hold her in his arms, but the only thing he could do was lie on the sofa, close his eyes and gasp in pain.
A cold sweat fell on his forehead, and he felt that the blood flowing in his body seemed to be colder
He sighed gently, feeling sleepy again, and he fell asleep slowly.
*
Tang Qing really didn't expect that Xiao Fengting didn't open the door in the end.
She stood up in anger, wiped away her tears, and again kicked a foot on the door board with countless footprints, and walked to the room in anger.
The maid ran after him in a hurry. She saw Tang Qing sitting cross legged on the sofa with a pillow in her arms, her face bulging and sulking. She said in a hurry, "Miss Tang, are you thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water
Tang Qing doesn't like her now, but she's a girl after all, and she doesn't want to have a bad voice. She said to the maid in a stiff voice: "you go out. I want to rest now. Don't come in."
The maid nodded and meekly closed the door and went out.
Tang Qing holds a pillow and thinks angrily that if Xiao Fengting comes over tonight, she must make him look good.
However, that night, Xiao Fengting did not come.
She sat in bed all night, until the sun outside the window gradually lit up, the dim bedroom gradually became bright, and the bedroom door was not opened.
Early in the morning, barefoot, she hurried through the white corridor and returned to the vermilion gate.
She began to knock at the door.
The sound of her knocking on the door attracted the maid who called her to go downstairs for dinner. When the other party saw her there early in the morning, she was obviously shocked and called her in a low voice: "Miss Tang..."
Tang Qing's face was very ugly, even faintly pale. She turned her head to look at the maid and asked, "he didn't come out all night?"
He barefoot, silent from the soft carpet side, went to the door, raised his hand, fingers gently pressed on the door panel. He closed his eyes slightly. "Xiao Fengting, open the door for me, do you hear me?" Her voice is a little broken, it seems to be a bit hoarse. The solid door is slightly shaken by her kicking, which makes people wonder how much energy is contained in her petite body. When he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the scene of Tang Qing standing at the door. Across the door, his palm seemed to feel the temperature outside her door. All this is just imagination He stood by the door for a moment, then slowly turned around, sat down on the sofa and leaned over. Darkness makes people quiet. In the dark, he can clearly feel that his body function is gradually stopped rotating. It's like a rusty machine, slowly, slowly, beginning to stain. He's dying. I don't know when it's quiet outside. Xiao Fengting suddenly opens her eyes in the dark. A faint sobbing voice, across a board, passed in. His flat fingers on the side of his body suddenly clenched, and a throbbing pain broke out in his heart. He raised his hand and squeezed the position of his heart. He fell on the sofa in pain. Stop crying He closed his eyes and said in his heart, I'll come to see you in the evening. It's OK. Even if I die, you won't miss me very much. I know He wanted to open the door and hold her in his arms, but the only thing he could do was lie on the sofa, close his eyes and gasp in pain. A cold sweat fell on his forehead, and he felt that the blood flowing in his body seemed to be colder He sighed gently, feeling sleepy again, and he fell asleep slowly. *Tang Qing really didn't expect that Xiao Fengting didn't open the door in the end. She stood up in anger, wiped away her tears, and again kicked a foot on the door board with countless footprints, and walked to the room in anger. The maid ran after him in a hurry. She saw Tang Qing sitting cross legged on the sofa with a pillow in her arms, her face bulging and sulking. She said in a hurry, "Miss Tang, are you thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water Tang Qing doesn't like her now, but she's a girl after all, and she doesn't want to have a bad voice. She said to the maid in a stiff voice: "you go out. I want to rest now. Don't come in." The maid nodded and meekly closed the door and went out. Tang Qing holds a pillow and thinks angrily that if Xiao Fengting comes over tonight, she must make him look good. However, that night, Xiao Fengting did not come. She sat in bed all night, until the sun outside the window gradually lit up, the dim bedroom gradually became bright, and the bedroom door was not opened. Early in the morning, barefoot, she hurried through the white corridor and returned to the vermilion gate. She began to knock at the door. The sound of her knocking on the door attracted the maid who called her to go downstairs for dinner. When the other party saw her there early in the morning, she was obviously shocked and called her in a low voice: "Miss Tang..." Tang Qing's face was very ugly, even faintly pale. She turned her head to look at the maid and asked, "he didn't come out all night?"
