Chapter 743 "Do you still love me?"
Liang Zhouheng looked at the short line of words, and her ears automatically assigned the words her unique tone and voice.
Gentle and obedient, neither hurried nor slow.
The depression that had been pent up in his heart all night seemed to be easily disturbed by her.
He didn't rush to open the car door and get out, but called her first.
She picked up the phone as soon as I dialed it.
"Are you on your way?"
Probably because she hadn't spoken to anyone and hadn't drunk much water all night, her voice was low and hoarse, and sounded strangely gentle.
Liang Zhouheng's heart had already softened. He cleared his throat and asked her, "Why haven't you slept yet? Haven't you finished your PPT yet?"
She replied: "It's done. Didn't I say I would wait for you? Are you home yet?"
Liang Zhouheng was extremely glad at this moment that he didn't drive home.
His voice was slightly breathless:
"You've finished the PPT, why didn't you call me? There's not even a message."
Song Cun: "I'm afraid of disturbing your interest. I guess you won't be back too late. Where are you now?"
Liang Zhouheng chuckled slightly, afraid of disturbing his interest. He didn't know what to praise her for for a moment. Was she too considerate or too generous?
"Right there."
After saying that, he hung up the phone, opened the car door, got out with one stride of his long legs, and strode into the stairwell.
He opened the door himself with his fingerprint. The room was very small, and the moment he entered, he saw clearly what she was doing.
There was only one floor lamp on in the room, emitting a light of a warm yellow. She was sitting cross-legged at one end of the sofa, reading a book.
It was a few seconds after he entered the room that she reacted, put down the book in her hand, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards him.
There was obvious joy on her face. "I didn't expect you to come back so early today."
Liang Zhouheng thought to himself, he had been there for almost two hours, how could it be early?
But he held back and didn't say anything. He just hugged her and asked, "Have you been reading?"
Song Cun nodded. "Yes, this is a book recommended by our company's boss. I didn't expect that I would get so into it. It's really great and very practical."
Liang Zhouheng glanced at the book he had put down and suddenly felt that the cover was particularly eye-catching.
His tongue was so sour that it could have brewed a cup of aged vinegar. He nodded with a forced smile and said, "Isn't it a bad time for me to come back? I'm sorry to bother you reading?"
Song Cun shook his head, "No, I'm just tired of watching."
"So I'm your distraction when you're tired of reading?"
The sourness in his mouth was too much to hold back and it started to bubble out automatically.
Because he was smiling, Song Cun thought he was still joking, so he replied casually: "Yes, you came back at the perfect time."
Liang Zhouheng gnashed his teeth in his heart, trying to hold it back, but couldn't help it. He said abruptly, "Song Cun, I doubt you care about me anymore. Where I go, who I'm with, what time I come back, you don't care anymore, right?"
He actually held back a question: "Do you still love me?"
But as a grown man, he really couldn't ask this question and forced the words down in his throat.
Song Cun didn't expect his expression to change so suddenly. She was a little flustered. She immediately replied, "No, how could I not care about you? I was really afraid of disturbing you and spoiling your fun. I thought men shouldn't like their girlfriends asking about their private matters outside, right? So I resisted contacting you. You haven't been with them for a long time. You should have a lot to say..."
"Heh," he scoffed. "Have you forgotten what you were like before? You'd send me seven or eight messages in one night, forcing me to video chat with you when I got home before I'd go to sleep. Weren't you afraid of spoiling my fun back then?"
Thinking of the stupid things she had done in the past, Song Cun couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness in her heart. She pursed her lips and said, "At that time, we had just started dating. I didn't know how to talk about it, and I didn't know how to give each other enough space. Looking back now, I was quite annoying back then."
She was like a person who couldn't swim and was drowning. Suddenly she grabbed a piece of driftwood and held on tightly with both hands, fearing that the driftwood would drift away if she was not careful.
But now, she feels like she has learned to swim.
It's not that she no longer needs the driftwood, she just no longer sees him as a lifebuoy.
Liang Zhouheng felt that every word Song Cun said tonight was a stab in his heart, but she herself was unaware of it all.
She had taken a shower, with her hair loose, and was wearing a milky white nightgown. Under the warm light, she looked as soft as a rag doll that felt particularly good to the touch, but unfortunately, every word she spoke was stiff.
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