Chapter 1787 (1/2)

The night was thick and overcast.

The weather in Longhuai is always wet and rainy in this season.

Near 11 o'clock in the night, Ling Wanxing was still sleepless.

He had been sitting in front of the French window of the hotel, puffing with his cigar.

Since he came back in the afternoon, his mood has always been complicated.

Maybe Su Yujing's words are too straightforward, which makes it very difficult for him to escape.

He pondered for a whole afternoon. As his mind became clearer and clearer, he finally found that he didn't know Wan Tong at all.

Ling Wanxing knew nothing about what color of clothes she liked, what tone of food she liked, and even what she liked.

Throughout the past 20 years, every bit he can recall is the company and care of Wan Tong by his side.

And he himself, seems to linger in the company all the year round, a very busy job will send Wan Tong 20 years.

Ling Wanxing looks at the cigar in his hand, and the red light is the same as his mood. He feels uneasy and uneasy.

In the end, because of her deep love, she endlessly devoted so many years.

Looking back on himself, he never seemed to stop for her.

Love or not, he can't tell the feeling.

At the age of 18 and 40, he only had a love affair with Huo Zhuyan at the age of 18.

Later, he brought Huanhuan back. He forced himself to grow up and strive to become a father and a mature man with responsibility.

Also just at that time, Wan Tong appeared.

They naturally together, that gentle woman can always calm all his melancholy and confusion in countless late nights.

So, gradually accustomed to her company, also gave birth to the idea of white head.

Whether this is love or not, Ling Wanxing is not sure.

With a heavy sigh, he lit his cigar.

Outside the window, there are raindrops smashing down, hitting the glass window and knocking on his nerves.