Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Shen Fanxing looked at Su Heng for a long time, then suddenly laughed in a low voice.

The laughter was cold and sarcastic, and the expression on his face was impeccable.

But at this moment, her heart was like a knife, and the pain was unbearable.

This is really subtle, and it's a mistake for her to be strong?

The strong must be the vicious one who bullies the weaker?

Su Heng's reserved and ruthless words were like a sharp knife, piercing her heart ruthlessly and forcefully.

"Fanxing..."

Seeing her like this, Su Heng felt even more guilty. He wanted to reach out to grab her, and wanted to comfort her at this moment no matter what, but Shen Fanxing took two steps back.

"Don't touch me!"

She roared, waved his hand, and then slowly raised her head, her cold eyes were empty, the corners of her lips curled up, but she looked at him without a trace of smile.

In addition to indifference and irony, it is utter despair and determination!

With just this look, Su Heng felt his heart quiver heavily, the throbbing pain, and even the chest cavity was aching.

"Fanxing..." Su Heng shouted again, but he didn't know what to say.

Shen Fanxing looked at him coldly and said coldly:

"Su Heng, remember, I, Shen Fanxing, didn't want you! I sincerely hope that you can be with Shen Qianrou forever! Don't beg me for a little alms, I'm not that useless! Ha... Who would use a towel that wiped their feet? Wipe your face?!"

In the face of Shen Fanxing's unprecedented vicious remarks, Su Heng was not only shocked but also shocked.

That woman, who has always been excellent in temperament and well-trained, can actually say such unbearable words!

But he could understand her anger at the moment, he pursed his lips and said in a low voice:

"Anyway... I'm sorry!"

"I see!" Shen Fanxing responded without leaving a trace.

Su Heng looked up at her, "You can accept it..."

Shen Fanxing's face was expressionless.

"Why did I accept it? You can say sorry, but I also have the right not to forgive! Get out!"

Su Heng took a deep look at her, knowing that it would be useless to say any more at this time, and only said "you have a good rest" before turning around and leaving the ward. -

It was not until Su Heng completely left the ward that Shen Fanxing sat on the hospital bed weakly, with his legs curled up, his eyes staring blankly at a certain place outside the window.

Cold and strong?

She used to be gentle water, but the world was too cold, she had to turn herself into ice, she had to make herself stronger!

She can only protect herself, prevent herself from being hurt, and not make herself sad, so as to prevent herself from wanting to cry, to prevent herself from appearing cowardly, and to prevent herself from looking so pitiful in front of outsiders.

She thought she had gotten used to it for so many years, but only now did she realize that she was not as strong as she thought.

In a room alone, she would also have heartache and weakness, sore throat and hot eyes.

But she can only be so weak!

She doesn't cry, doesn't deserve it, and is cowardly.

Her tears will only fall into dust in the end, not only worthless, but also become a joke for others.

She noticed a figure approaching beside her, and soon after, a white handkerchief was handed in front of her.

Shen Fanxing paused slightly, turned his head and raised his eyes, a brief shock flashed in his soft eyes.

She let go of the arms that held her legs and stood up from the bed.

She looked at the handsome man who was still a head taller than her.

We had just parted, but now we meet again.