Chapter 755: Standing at the Entrance of the Ice Cellar

Liang Zhouheng wanted to step forward and hold the person in his arms to comfort him.

But he still held back. The people in the room did not ask him to come in, so he could only stand at the door politely, with gifts in both hands.

While Song Cun's mother and her brother were looking Liang Zhouheng up and down, Liang Zhouheng's eyes were fixed on Song Cun's face.

Song Cun's pale face was filled with a fleeting flash of surprise when he saw him for the first time, and then he became indifferent, even numb and almost cold.

At this moment, Liang Zhouheng felt like he was standing at the entrance of an ice cellar, and Song Cun was emitting coldness from his whole body.

He waited for a few seconds but she didn't ask him to come in. Her mother and brother also showed no intention of inviting him in.

He bent down and put the things on the ground inside the door, and said to Song Cun softly: "Such a big thing happened at home, why didn't you tell me?"

Song Cun slowly raised his eyes and looked at him, and said calmly: "Please go back and take your things with you. I said we are breaking up."

Her voice was extremely hoarse, as if her throat was injured, which was heartbreaking to hear, but it did not stop her from saying these hurtful words.

The word "break up" seemed to be on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't seem to understand how destructive these two words were.

Liang Zhouheng's throat rolled, and his tone was very steady: "I came here to discuss this matter with you. Let's find a place, sit down, and have a good chat. After the chat, if you still insist..."

He paused for a moment, his voice lowering a few notches, "I can respect your decision."

Song Cun thought of the words Jiang Yuan had advised her on the phone. The reason she didn't want to face him again was simply because she was afraid that she would not be able to withstand it and would compromise again. But since he had already found her home, she could no longer escape.

She turned to her mother and said, "I'm going to go out for a while."

After saying this, as if she was afraid her mother would become suspicious again, she added, "Just for a moment."

Liang Zhouheng's eyes darkened and he took two steps toward the door.

When Song Cun changed his shoes and walked out the door, he bent down and picked up all the gifts he had just placed on the ground.

"I left these things for my aunt and brother."

Liang Zhouheng spoke.

Song Cun didn't let go, lowered his head and said, "No need."

He knew how stubborn she was. Liang Zhouheng's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Song Cun had already walked down the stairs carrying her things. Liang Zhouheng nodded to the people in the room behind her before leaving.

She was in front and he was behind. She walked very quickly, leaving only the stubborn back of her head and slender figure in his sight.

The two of them went downstairs silently. When they walked out of the stairwell, Song Cun saw that his assistant was waiting for him outside the building.

She handed the thing in her hand to his assistant, who glanced at Liang Zhouheng before hesitantly taking it.

Song Cun caught a glimpse of the outer packaging box of the Apple phone sandwiched in the gift box. That should be the one he was going to give to Song Xiao. Song Cun felt a prick in his heart and quickly looked away.

There was a milk tea shop next to her community, and Liang Zhouheng followed her in slowly.

She chose a quiet seat and sat down.

Liang Zhouheng stood beside her and asked, "What would you like to drink? I'll go get you some."

Song Cun still replied with a numb expression: "No need."

Liang Zhouheng paused and said hello to the passing waiter, "Give me a cup of fruit tea."