novelraw Chapter 262: Knowing she won't run away
Chapter 262: Knowing she won't run away
Shi Qi's eyes widened, her throat was choked, her eyes trembled violently and he took a breath, but couldn't say a word!
Shi Junye put away the sneer at the corner of his mouth, and the gentleman pushed the ticket closer.
"I'll take care of everything about going abroad. You just need to pack some luggage." He was frosty, with an indifferent smile at the corner of his mouth, "I will take care of Sophia's affairs during this time."
Shi Qi's chest was violently ups and downs, he was like a Hell Rakshasa, deterring her from not knowing where to look.
"I'll just say this." Before she could respond, Shi Junye stood up and left coldly.
The huge Shi family villa revealed a murderous aura, and even the footsteps on the floor had terrible echoes.
It wasn't until the low Porsche engine was gone that Shi Qi sank in her throat, and she felt weak and weak for a moment.
Fortunately, she is free from illness and disaster, otherwise Shi Junye will definitely drive her crazy.
At the moment, the wedding of the century is on the cusp, and perhaps she should really go out and avoid it.
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Back to the small villa in the suburbs, Shi Junye did not see Yuxuan.
Seeing his face sinking, the servant tremblingly said that Yuxuan had gone out.
Little is still in his hands, she will not run away without measure, and he probably guessed where she is.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was still gloomy, and the rain was still falling finely.
Asking the servant to take a **** umbrella, he drove the Porsche out of the villa.
The road is far away and the location is very quiet.
He could only park the car under the mountain.
It took a long time to go up the mountain, although he brought an umbrella, but he didn't support it.
The rain was like a needle, dampening his hair and clothes.
The cypress trees on both sides of the trail kept dripping rain, falling on his shoulders.
It rained heavily, the distant mountain view was caged into the light gray rain and mist, and the nearby trees were green.
When he reached halfway up the mountain, he stood in the pavilion and smoked.
He doesn't actually smoke. He is a noisy pianist and has been well-educated for more than 20 years.
She once said that she likes to see him playing the piano, the elegant and low-key lights of the concert hall are on him, and even the black suits glow softly.
But she never remembered it again.
But after three years of absence, if he doesn't come back in one or two years, will she completely forget him?
The sharp pain in his chest made him breathless, pinched the smoke, and continued to walk up the mountain.
I have seen the monument from afar. It was the black marble chosen by Yuxuan crying for Li wanted four years ago.
She said that Li Xiang is a kind and indisputable person, so she bought this cemetery and let her sleep here.
The rain was lighter, dense and dense, like feathers, with a slight coolness.
The mountain is very quiet, and there are a few small sparrows, already drenched and half wet, staggering from the bluestone pavement to the grass one step at a time.
Her delicate body was curled up there quietly.
He rested his head on the cool tombstone, unable to see his expression clearly.
There are flowers in front of the monument and a large bunch of lavender.
Because Li wanted to like it during his lifetime.
--Wait for your love.
Rain water accumulated on the petals, dripping drop by drop, slipping off without leaving a trace.
There are cakes in front of the tombstone.
The candle was still burning, and raindrops fell on it, making a soft "hissing" sound.
You can vaguely see the shape of the numbers, one is "2" and the other is "6".
Nothing is written on the cake.
There are only two flowers squeezed out of cream, very simple.
Shi Junye stood there like this, even the candles on the cake were extinguished, and he was still looking at her.
Her hair was draped over her shoulders, and glittering raindrops came out from the tips of her hair, soaked, but she was still motionless, as if there was no vitality.