Chapter 150 Am I Dead? (Part 2)
Song Shengsheng also remained silent.
After a while, she said quietly but firmly, "Then I won't go back either."
Song Shengsheng usually looks delicate and weak, and very easy to coax, but when her heart is really hurt, she becomes as stubborn as a bull.
Even if I hit a wall, I won't turn back.
She gave her true heart carefully, testing the waters step by step before she dared to give her most tender part to the person she loved.
Once you are hurt.
She just wanted to learn to protect herself.
Don't try again.
She knew she needed to be more sensible and understanding.
It was indeed her fault at the beginning, but she always thought selfishly, why couldn't Fu Cheng forgive her?
She has already said sorry many times.
Well, even if I don't want to forgive her.
Why do you treat her by not coming home and ignoring her? She doesn't like this.
She was always ignored and left behind as a child.
Always the least important one.
She was extremely afraid of this kind of indifference.
Song Shengsheng pursed her lips and continued, "Please file a divorce report and I will go back."
She added a few words in a low voice, "Go back and get the certificate."
The rain outside the eaves was not as heavy as before and had become much calmer.
Fu Cheng's shoulders were already wet. His dark eyes were locked on her face in silence, and he felt powerless as if he had no way to deal with her.
But anyway.
He won't let go.
Even if I have to tie him up, I have to take him back.
Fu Chengsha said in a hoarse voice, "Shengsheng, I have been looking for you for six months."
Song Shengsheng's eyelids trembled twice, and her fingers clenched silently, her slender fingertips turned white from pinching.
Fu Cheng hugged her, and his rapid, nervous breathing seemed to be in her ears.
He hugged her tightly, holding her tightly in his arms. "I wasn't angry or upset with you that day. I was afraid that I would lose control and hurt you."
"I'm jealous of him."
"I'm jealous of every letter you wrote to him. You never wrote to me, and even the last farewell letter you wrote to him had much fewer words than the one you wrote to him."
Even at this time, Fu Cheng still remembered the things that bothered him.
Fu Cheng's Adam's apple moved twice: "When people act impulsively, they always do things that they will regret deeply."
Song Shengsheng listened to his hoarse voice, and suddenly, her body froze, and she felt the skin on the back of her neck, hot and wet.
It was as if salty tears were falling.
Or maybe it was just her illusion.
Maybe it's rain.
Fu Cheng's breath was right beside her ears, "You don't know how much I regret saying those words."
I regret not helping her wipe away so many sad tears.
Regret leaving her alone at home.
Song Shengsheng sniffed and felt like crying, but she held it back.
Suddenly, a loud angry shout interrupted the two of them.
Cheng Yu had just returned home to get an umbrella. Without even changing his wet clothes, he ran over to pick her up with the umbrella.
When I saw her being held in the arms of a tall man, I thought she had met a hooligan.
"Let her go! What are you doing! Let her go right now!"
The boy didn't even care about the umbrella in his hand, he just threw it aside and rushed over to fight with Fu Cheng.
Fu Cheng pulled Song Shengsheng behind him. The man narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the boy who was rushing towards him.
I didn't like him in the first place.
He won't look happy at this moment.
But Fu Cheng was no longer at the age of committing violence, so how could he not see what this man felt towards her.
Fu Cheng put away his scrutinizing gaze, raised the corners of his lips, and uttered a few words lightly: "I am her husband."
Cheng Yu got angry when he heard this.
I feel even more that the person in front of me who looks like a decent person is actually acting like a hooligan.
"Bullshit! Her husband is dead!"
Fu Cheng turned his head and glanced at Song Shengsheng. There was no anger in his eyes, and he didn't seem angry either. It was as expected. He had guessed that she would not say anything nice, but he didn't expect her to say directly that he was dead.
Fu Cheng lowered his eyes to look at her and asked seriously, "Shengsheng, am I dead?"
Song Shengsheng looked up at the sky innocently and pretended to be deaf and dumb.
Fu Cheng remembered that time when she went to Yangcheng to look for Shen Zhishu, she also told others that her husband had died.
Cheng Yu couldn't stand the look of this man. Why did he hold her hand so domineeringly? ! Hooligan!
Cheng Yu rushed forward to punch him, but he underestimated this gentle and handsome man. Before his punch could hit the opponent, his fist was grabbed and kicked away.
Song Shengsheng couldn't just sit there and watch Cheng Yu get beaten. The man who had just pretended to be dumb ran over and stood in front of the boy, "Don't hit him."
Fu Cheng stretched his wrists to loosen up his muscles, but it was not satisfying.
He stared coldly at the young man who was blocked behind her, snorted coldly, and withdrew his hand.
The kick he gave Cheng Yu didn't hit any vital parts.
It does hurt a little, but the young man, full of vigor and vitality, is too proud to show himself weak in front of the girl he likes.
He just carried it without crying out in pain.
Song Shengsheng picked up the umbrella on the ground and put it back into Cheng Yu's hands: "You go back first."
She hesitated as she spoke, not knowing how to explain Fu Cheng's identity.
Fu Cheng looked at her, as if waiting for her to speak.
Song Shengsheng said helplessly: "He is indeed my husband."
Cheng Yu stayed where he was, his expression changing again and again, then he looked at Fu Cheng fiercely, and then said: "Then he must be bad to you!"
A man who can make a girl so angry that she runs out to make a living.
What good could it be?
But no matter how bad Cheng Yu thought of him, no matter how terrible he was.
After all, these two are still husband and wife, and he is like an outsider who cannot interfere.
Even though she was reluctant, Cheng Yu went home first under the urging, and before leaving, he forced the umbrella into her hands.
The rain has stopped by now.
Song Shengsheng held an umbrella in her hand and sent Cheng Yu away. There was another man who was even more difficult to deal with.
Fu Cheng asked her, "Where do you live?"
Song Shengsheng did not answer his question, but said: "He is the grandson of my master. Don't worry, I will not do anything shameful like having an affair with another man before I divorce you."
Fu Cheng didn't seem to care about their relationship. He hummed and asked again, "Where do you live? I'll take you home."
Song Shengsheng didn't want to tell him, "I can walk back by myself."
Fu Cheng said, "Okay, I'll follow you."
Song Shengsheng: "..."
Isn't he being a rogue?
Song Shengsheng also has a bit of a temper and is stubborn and refuses to leave. He is definitely not able to outlast her when he comes on official business.
While she was calculating, Fu Cheng stretched out his long arms and lifted her up with one hand. He placed his hand across her legs and placed her on his shoulders.
He calmed her down immediately, and then Fu Cheng asked, "Where are you going?"
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