Chapter 1549 (1/2)

Beiyue dance raised her eyes and looked at him brightly, ”how can you think of sending me roses?”

Murong Jiancheng looked at her. She was such a free and easy woman. Now she was holding his roses in her hand. She was like a little girl.

”Collect roses for the first time?” He asked slightly surprised, ”no one has sent you before?”

Bei Yue danced happily and whispered, ”yes, many men gave me roses, but I let people throw them in the trash can. I just thought... Just wait... You send me ~”

She asked for the roses from him.

Murong Jiancheng's eyes were slowly covered with a layer of fog. He asked himself that he had never been ashamed of anyone in his life, but he owed her.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Bei Yue danced and lowered her eyes, smelling the roses in her hand. The delicate flowers just bloomed and sent out a faint fragrance.

It is said that the flower language of roses is --- I love you.

Beiyue dance didn't look up, but asked in a low voice, ”Murong Jiancheng, you'll send me flowers. Did you forget something to say to me?”

She warned.

Murong Jiancheng recalled his thin lips, ”No.”

He has nothing to say to her.

Beiyue dance quickly looked up, and a soft and beautiful face brushed cold. She angrily threw the roses in her hand on him, ”I don't want the roses, give them back to you!”

She turned and left.

Murong Jiancheng stretched out his palm, clasped her arm and pulled her into his arms.

”Murong Jiancheng, let me go. People don't talk in secret. I'm angry and can't coax well!”

Bei YUEWU hammered him hard and snorted angrily.

Bei YUEWU didn't know, but everyone at the scene saw it. Just now Murong Jiancheng rushed over, and Yuan Ming's dart hit Murong Jiancheng's chest.

A large amount of blood gushed out and dyed the shirt behind Murong Jiancheng red.

For so long, Murong Jiancheng's tall and straight body shook slightly when Bei Yue danced and struggled.

Murong Jiancheng tightened his healthy arm and held Bei Yue dance in his arms. ”Don't move, I'll talk to you.”

”I don't want to hear anything to say.” Bei Yue danced up.

Murong Jiancheng quickly stretched out his palm, pressed her head and pressed her in his arms. He was very pale now. He didn't want her to see him like this.

”Yue dance, I only know now that you mind the existence of Oriental Wanqing. It's all because I didn't tell you before. I don't like her anymore. I don't like her after meeting you.”

”In the past, I had an engagement with Dongfang Wanqing. I had no other thoughts. I wholeheartedly regarded her as my wife. Later, she threw herself into Yuan Ming's arms. I was sad and depressed for some time, and I thought it was like.”

”However, when you came, you suddenly appeared in my life. Unconsciously, my eyes were full of you. Where you are, my eyes will follow where you are. Later, you left me. On that day, I chased you day and night and watched your figure disappear in the yellow sand. I felt... The pain of cone heart etching.”

”No woman has ever let me hurt like that. When Dongfang Wanqing betrayed me, I only felt sad, so I understood, YUEWU, I fell in love with you.”

Bei Yue's dance was shocked. What did he say?

He said... He loved her?

Bei YUEWU quickly reached out and hugged him. Her eyes became red. Why didn't she say it earlier?

If he had said earlier, she wouldn't have left.

Then she and he will end differently.

Without these 26 years of separation, she and he still have the most beautiful youth.

”Yue dance,” Murong Jiancheng lowered his eyes and kissed her hair, ”you didn't marry me. If I don't nod, you can't marry at all.”