Chapter 1605 Zhong Xing’s Extra (3)

"Tang Fei, you wrote me ninety-eight letters, how about I give you ninety-nine roses?"

Ninety-nine roses, the promise of love!

Long lasting love! Unfailing love!

Tang Fei's heart ached slightly and her eyes were slightly astringent.

She turned her head away from Zhong Xing's eyes. She looked at the sea of ​​flowers in front of her and her voice choked up slightly: "Zhong Xing, I'm going to refuse your ninety-nine roses."

Zhong Xing curled up his fingers slightly: "Instead of me writing you ninety-eight letters, would you be willing to give me ninety-nine roses?"

"I don't want to." Tang Fei raised her hand and wiped the tears from her eyes.

She turned back and looked at Zhong Xing with a smile, but there were tears in her eyes: "Zhong Xing, my love for you ended when I accepted him."

When Zhong Xing heard this, his heart tightened: "Do you have someone you like?"

Tang Fei nodded.

"Is he good to you?"

"Very good." Tang Fei nodded, smiling happily, but tears fell uncontrollably.

Zhong Xing smiled bitterly: "He treats you well, why are you crying?"

Tang Fei sniffed and said with emotion: "I'm so touched. I didn't expect to see your sincerity in my lifetime."

"I came here to take you back, but it seems I'm going to fail." Zhong Xing said with a bitter smile.

"When I first arrived in Italy, I met a human trafficker. They specialize in catching foreign women and selling them to underground brothels. It was him who tried his best to save me and I was freed. There has never been a man who was willing to save me and protect me with his life. , in exchange for my peaceful life. Even my father has never loved me like this. When I was a child, my parents only saw the goodness of Tang Ying and only loved my brother. I was neither above nor below, as if I was born from my stepmother. It wasn't until he appeared that I knew that a child born to me, a stepmother, could also have happiness. Zhong Xing, I wish you meet a better one!" Tang Fei said sincerely.

"I can't take you back to China, can I give you a hug?" Zhong Xing looked into Tang Fei's eyes and asked.

Tang Fei smiled, looked past him, looked behind him, and said softly: "No, he lost a lot for me. To protect me, he almost lost his life. To protect me, he lost an arm. I promise If you live with him, you must love yourself well and love him well."

Zhong Xing seemed to notice something and turned around following Tang Fei's gaze.

A man wearing simple peasant clothes, riding an ox, came slowly towards this side.

The man has yellow hair, a high nose, white skin, and deep-set eyes.

He is Italian, handsome and tall, but his left sleeve is empty——

Tang Fei ran over at a trot, her long hair and skirt billowing in the wind, forming a landscape more beautiful than roses.

Running up to the ox, the man stretched out her good arm.

Tang Fei smiled sweetly and caught it.

The man pulled hard, and Tang Fei lifted off the ground, spun in the air, and sat in front of the man. This action was so skillful that it seemed like it was not the first time she had done it.

After riding on the back of the bull, Tang Fei looked at Zhong Xing with a smile and said loudly: "Zhong Xing, thank you for the ninety-nine roses! But I am very sorry, what I need is not roses, you lose!"

Zhong Xing spread his hands and laughed softly: "I give up!"

The man turned the ox around and walked with his back to Zhong Xing.

Tang Fei raised her arms and waved to Zhong Xing in the air.

Her feelings for him ended in a flash...