Chapter 239 If There Is No Obsession, How Can You Be Young? (9)

"...Do you know? I am very sad and scared...I miss my brother, I miss Song Cheng..." Song Qingchun said, tears fell down again, she held her hand On the chest, he said with a painful face: "...I really want him to live, I am very tired...I want to avenge him, I want to know who killed him...but, I don't know what to do... "

At the end, Song Qingchun couldn't cry. She desperately poured the remaining wine in the glass into her mouth. After she drank it, she felt that it was not enough, so she picked up the wine bottle and began to pour the wine. She poured it while crying, She had just finished pouring the wine and when she wanted to continue drinking, Su Zhinian reached out and grabbed her soft wrist, stopping her movement, then took the wine glass and bottle away from her hand and put them far away Yuan Di: "Don't drink, it will make you feel worse if you drink too much."

"But I'm also sad now..."

Before Song Qingchun finished speaking, Su Zhinian suddenly grabbed her wrist and stood up. His strength pulled her up as well. Before she could recover, she was grabbed by him into the arms.

She couldn't see his expression clearly, but could only hear his faint voice coming from the top of her head, with a hint of distress: "Cry, it will feel better if you cry."

His very simple words made Song Qingchun's tears well up again.

He felt the wetness in his chest, and he pursed his lips vigorously, but he didn't speak. He just silently hugged her tighter. His chest was warm and firm, giving her a very solid feeling, which made her unable to help herself. Then she let go of all her strength and defenses, no longer like just now, even if she cried, she cried very subtly, like a helpless child, she cried out in his arms.

The atmosphere in the house was very quiet, except for her crying, there was no other sound.

The night scene outside the window was quiet and beautiful, and the only floor lamp that was lit had a pale halo.

He hugged her and stood very quietly. He was so obsessed with cleanliness that he let her tears and snot rub off on his nightgown, and his hands stroked her long hair rhythmically, giving her the most silent The most delicate comfort.

He has mind reading skills, he can clearly feel that her emotions have eased from the most agitated, until she vented all the negative emotions, he slowly pulled her out of his arms , and then raised her hands, lovingly and caringly wiping away the tears on her face.

Although her tears were not as urgent as before, they still spilled out from time to time. He was very patient, and every time they fell, he wiped them away for her. He didn't let her go until she finally calmed down completely. she.

He walked to the bar, poured her a glass of warm water, brought it over, and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Because she cried too thoroughly and presumptuously, her voice was a little hoarse, and even after she stopped crying, she hiccupped from time to time.

He waited for her to take two sips of warm water before asking, "Is it better?"

"It's much better..." Song Qingchun's throat was still a little congested, and what she said was like catching a cold. Halfway through her speech, she suddenly stopped talking.

She felt that the scene just now was somewhat familiar, as if she had experienced it somewhere...

Song Qingchun held the water glass, frowned and thought for a while, then remembered that over the years, when he was sad and cried several times by himself, he would always be inexplicably broken.