Chapter 585 (1/2)

”If you really don't want to give up, it's a big deal. In short, I don't want to get involved with you any more!”

With that she turned and strode forward without looking at him again.

This time, Kang Luoyao was really scared.

She is not stupid. She can't fail to see that Feng Yi really moved the idea of dying with her just now.

This madman!

It doesn't matter if she's dead, but what about mom?

He didn't promise to go home with her.

Kang Luoyao was so sad that she wiped her tears as she walked forward.

All the grievances at this moment can no longer help, turned into tears together with the flow down.

I don't know how long I've been walking. In short, my legs seem to be numb.

She found a place on the side of the road and sat down.

Not far away, she did not find the place, is the black Ferrari, in fact, since she left, has been quietly following behind.

In the car, Feng Yi looked at the girl sitting not far away, holding her knee under the street lamp, crying bitterly, and her heart began to hurt.

In fact, he didn't know what was wrong with him just now, just as if he was in the magic.

Just thinking, make sure she agrees.

In fact, he just wanted to hear her say that she was willing, even if she was not so willing.

He needs proof too much.

It seems that as long as she can say a word, it can prove that she has some weight in her heart.

She didn't seem to hate herself that much.

He didn't really want to hurt her!

A woman he loved so much would rather die by himself than let her suffer any harm. How could he really drag her to crash to death?

Feng Yi closed his eyes in pain.

After a long time, trembling fingers, from the pocket out of a pack of cigarettes, from the cigarette box out of a cigarette, lit.

By this time, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

The road is so remote that there are few people around, not even vehicles passing by.

The girl sat there quietly, her head buried in her legs, and she didn't know if she was crying.

And the man sat in the car, smoking one cigarette after another, until a pack of cigarettes was almost finished, he pushed the door and got out of the car.

Kang Luoyao is actually tired of crying.

What I said just now is not angry words, but what I really want to say in my heart.

When I was tired, I had no strength to walk again. In addition, it was cold at night, so I didn't want to move any more.

So, she was holding her legs like that, sitting there quietly, burying her head on her knees, at least she could get a little warm.

At this moment, something warm fell down.

She was slightly stunned, looked up, and saw Feng Yi's handsome face.

His face was cold and heavy, and the yellow light of the street lamp fell from his head, cutting his facial features more and more deeply.

That pair has been full of smiling peach blossom eyes, at this time there is no smile, only endless indifference and darkness.