After Those Years of Misery

He knew that she didn't want him to stay overnight.

One is that she is pregnant, and the other is that she has no such thoughts.

He always tells himself to be patient with her. As long as she keeps him company, no matter whether she is happy or unhappy, she is always willing to see him.

"Are you afraid at night?" Xiao Baiyu asked her once.

"No." She was also surprised, she was always so scared during the period of being locked up by Qiao Yushi. I was afraid of the wind and the grass, and even dared not watch TV.

Since experiencing his life and death, she has not been afraid anymore, perhaps she has solved the psychological shadow.

Time slipped silently, and a month and a half passed in a flash.

Zillog had been pregnant for more than three months at this time, and his belly was slightly longer, but he couldn't see it in his clothes.

She is still at home every day, except for reading, just cooking.

Xiao Baiyu still came to eat with her every day, and the two of them seemed to be talking a little bit more than before.

But he could see that Zillog still hadn't emerged from the shadow of Qiao Yushi's death.

The news of the death of President Qiao did not come out. They guessed that maybe it was because of temporary changes that might affect the operation of the group.

It was only said that Qiao Yushi was seriously injured and is under treatment, and the vice president is temporarily in charge of group affairs.

Sometimes Zillog would imagine, would Qiao Yushi not die? Thinking about the scene that day, she felt that he was out of breath.

"Why do you miss him again?" she asked to herself.

He is an irrelevant person, you are someone who has a boyfriend, but why is he often in your mind?

Maybe it was because he asked her before he left, and he said: "Will you miss me?"

She felt like she was under the curse of this sentence, always thinking of him consciously or unconsciously.

During the day, she went out to buy groceries as usual, but when she came back she found that her door was not closed.

I don't know if it's because of pregnancy or because she often thinks of Qiao Yushi, she will always be in a trance.

If Xiao Baiyu knew that she hadn't closed the door, he would say she was a sloppy.

She carried a plastic bag into the door, and when she closed the door, she suddenly felt warm behind her. She was hugged by a tall man.

At that moment, her scalp was numb, and this feeling was too familiar.

Only Qiao Yushi had embraced her like this, only him, but he was already dead.

The accident made her forget her fear and just stood so stupidly.

The familiar breath lingered on the end of her nose, she smelled it, she smelled him really.

"Do you miss me? I miss you!"

Next, she heard him whispering in her ear, a deadly hoarseness and temptation in her voice.

The heart beats wildly, like jumping out of the throat.

"Are you... a person or a ghost?" she asked in a trembling voice, trying to break away from this embrace with a little effort, but found that she had no strength.

I don't know if I was frightened, or if I missed this embrace in my subconscious.

"What do you mean? Baby? Can a ghost kiss you?" He said, holding her earlobe unceremoniously.

He missed the smell of her, so many days, every day and night, he seemed to be thinking about her all the time.

It's just that he didn't dare to come. He tore the wound open for her last time. If he tore it again, it might be really dead.

These days, he is very worried about her. Thinking of the danger she encountered last time, and afraid that she would encounter trouble again, he asked Qiao Sinan to arrange someone to protect her secretly.

Qiao Sinan told him her whereabouts every day, knowing that Xiao Baiyu had never stayed with her, so he could heal his wounds at ease.

He also has pictures of her in his hands, and this woman seems to be a bit fatter than before.

Now holding it in his arms, I really feel a bit fatter.

"Hmm..." When he kissed her earlobe, she felt extremely itchy, and an unconscious soft moan overflowed from her mouth.

"You... don't do this, let me go. Is it really you? Let me see, is it really you?"

He put his arms around her and turned his big hand, and she was facing him.

Seeing that face that I always remembered consciously or unconsciously, it was still the same as before, almost unchanged.

She couldn't believe her eyes, and blinked, then blinked again.

It's him, that's right, he is not dead!

"You lie to me!" she yelled at him, but tears flooded with her.

At the moment, my heart is full of surprises and hatred. I don't know why, but I just hate him. Haven't they all put down? Isn’t there no hate?

Why do you find yourself hating him when you see him?

"I didn't deliberately lie to you, don't cry. I woke up that day and said I wanted to see you. Who knew Li Muqing and they lied that I was going to die. I think they were also kind, so I just followed what they said. "Her tears made him feel a little bewildered, repeatedly explaining.

She still cried, and she didn't even know why she was crying, but she felt aggrieved and inexplicable.

He cupped her little face, lowered his head and kissed her tears.

She cried so because she missed him too, because she couldn't bear to die, right? It must be!

"I'm not dead, are you happy?" His lips pressed against her little face, and asked her.

"I..." Is she happy? Can't tell if it is happy or unhappy.

Only then did she wake up from the accident that she had just found him alive, and took a deep breath, letting herself be as calm and cold as possible.

Both he and she passed. He was not dead, and he couldn't change the fact that they shouldn't be together.

"Let go of me! You shouldn't do this to me," she said coldly.

This tone extinguished all his enthusiasm. Wasn't she okay just now?

Blurred by his eyes, it was like a long time ago.

The surprise and other complicated emotions on her face were all gone, replaced by coldness and alienation.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you really miss me? You just showed that you miss me very much."

"I don’t miss you, it’s just an accident. Qiao Yushi, since you are not dead, you should cherish your current life. I and you, we are long gone. It was not a boyfriend or girlfriend relationship before. I now have a boyfriend, please Don't harass me in the future! Go!" She pushed him away and pointed to the door.

How much he wanted to press her against the wall, swept her lips, kissed her, let her forget all the reason and resistance. But he knew that what he needed to do more was to speak his heart and confess his thoughts to her.

"Can you listen to me say a few words? I like you, Zillog. I never found that I like you before. I always thought you approached me with ulterior motives. So I treated you like that, I thought about it, and then I knew In fact, it’s all because I like you. I like you and hate you for not liking me. Because I feel that I can’t control you, I want to force you to yield to me and be mine forever. For these two months, I thought about a lot of things. Actually, I really shouldn’t doubt you, because I’m not good. I know I’m not good, I'm sorry, can you give me a chance, let us start from the beginning?"

She looked at him blankly, a little surprised, is this Qiao Yushi?

Qiao Yushi is a **** who can't say sorry, his world is his own, he is the only one.

He came to apologize to her, and said so sincerely.

But can you forgive it? Impossible, hurt is hurt, the wound is still there, she can't forgive it.

What's more, more than just forgive between them? He has a wife and she has a boyfriend. They shouldn't get together.

"Qiao Yushi, if you really think about it for two months, you should figure it out. Actually, you don’t like me. You like yourself. You don’t have a sincere heart for anyone. No to me, nor to Xueer. . You are too arrogant! If you really feel about me, it must be control and possessiveness. Just like you hug me and kiss me as soon as you come in, all you miss is my body."

Her expression was cold, but her words were as sharp as a knife.

He knew she was savvy, but what she said seemed reasonable, but he really didn't think so.

"I miss your body. That's a natural reaction. But besides thinking about your body, I miss you more. Your smiling face, your breath, what you said, I will think about it. Is this still Isn’t it love? Isn’t it love that must be platonic?"

Love was originally the union of spirit and flesh, he missed her and all of her.

There has never been a woman who makes him so desperate to get all of his body and mind. He even wants her to be by his side for twenty-four hours. Isn't it love?

Zillog saw a hint of sincerity in his eyes, maybe he really missed her.

Maybe he really has love for her, but so what?

"I hurt you so much, can you give me a chance to make up for you now?" He grabbed her weakened shoulder again, staring at her and asked.

"No! If you really feel hurt me, don't bother me now."

"But I like you. I feel bad if I don’t see you. Do you understand? You don’t know how it feels. If you want to be alone, you can’t sleep at night. Have you tried it?" Her lovesickness, he was frustrated and hurt by her indifferent attitude.

"That's your own business! Mr. Joe, I can't care whether you really like me or whether you have love or not. That is all your business. I have my own life, please don't disturb me." She As he said, he threw away his hand.

Although he grabbed her shoulders this time, he didn't use as much force as before, so she got rid of him easily.

"What the **** do you have to do so that you will be my woman again? I can give you everything except that I can't give you the status of a true wife. I will give you the whole body and soul, okay?" He didn't want to beg her. , Correcting the look on his face, he asked her seriously.

This reminded her of how he had treated her, treating her as someone who could be bought and sold.

"How much?" This was what he asked at the time, with a sense of superiority that could not be concealed in his expression, as if money could have everything.