Chapter 1831: See, lonely (5)

A heavy voice suddenly passed from behind, and the mottled black shadow cast on the ground slowly approached her. The eastern stream swayed and subconsciously turned around and looked at the past.
I saw a man in a black suit standing behind him.
The appearance of a man, the oriental stream is naturally very familiar.
A tall and straight body, revealing a cold indifference that others are hard to get close to, cold and perfect facial features, the most expensive temperament, introverted and deep, except for the indifferent atmosphere of the body is more intense, others, seems to follow There was not much change a few years ago.
Seeing the flow of clouds turned around, he also took the footsteps in the next moment, silently standing under the road lights, and quietly looking at the clouds.
The eyes of the eastern stream were somewhat stagnant, and it looked like this for a long time. The eyes gradually became stunned. For a while, she blinked and the star became gradually clear.
She took a deep breath and finally recovered her sight and wanted to get on the bus.
"I haven't seen you for so long, I don't believe you will not even call me if you say hello."
The low voice sounded from behind, with a hint of depression in the tone, and the oriental flowing clouds were naturally captured.
It was said that the cold face of the eastern stream was pulled with an indifferent smile, and suddenly turned around and looked at him with his eyes--
"In this case, I am fortunate, Mr. Fujiwara."
As soon as this was said, there was a bitter smile on Fujiwara’s face. "Do we have this level of strangeness?"
"Otherwise, how do you think we can get used to it? What are you doing?"
The oriental stream cloud lowered his eyes, and asked coldly and warmly, if you look carefully, you can still see her slightly clenched fist in the sleeve.

How many years have I struggled, what do you ask me to do now?

Fujiwara's brow furrowed slightly, stepping forward two steps, and instantly stood behind the eastern stream.
"I also said that there is nothing to say between me and you. If you can say it, you have already finished it. You don't have to be so persistent, it is not good for everyone."
"Don't you be able to come back to me? You think that I am stalking all the way, but also struggling in the hard but never changing my heart. What is it for! And you? We should not clip between us. A blue Qi came in. If it wasn't him, you and I were already a good pair."
Fujiwara's tone is very low, but listening is a bit cold.
"It doesn't have to be said that Lan Qi, even without him, we can't go to the end, you know very well."
"Why can't you go to the end, look at who they dare to oppose now? I was not winged and couldn't protect you, but I let you give me time, you give me time, Lan Qi, he told me to trust him!"

Fujiwara said coldly, a pair of black scorpions tightly locked the long-lost face of the oriental stream.

In the beginning, why did you do that?

The oriental stream cloud lifted his gaze and fixedly looked at him, faintly asked.
Fujiwara’s eyes were silent, but although her heart was full of energy, she could not resist her eyes. Some uncontrollable hands held her hand and clasped her wrists. she was--
"Is it true? I know that if I reach out, I will die. Do you still ask me to do it? You can bear to see that my dead person is me, do you want me to save him?"
Dongfang Liuyun struggled with some uncomfortable feelings and wanted him to let go, but his strength was great. A pair of black scorpions were full of oppression and locked her tightly.
"answer me!"
Seeing Dongfang Liuyun did not answer, the body of Teng Yuanye’s tall and straight body also stopped, and the big hand suddenly increased his strength, and looked at the East.
"Let go!"
The oriental stream cloud and eyebrows are all twisted into a group, struggling. "No matter what, Lan Qi is dead! He is dead, you know why he died, when you chose to let go, you should not Go back."
"I never thought about letting go! Flowing clouds! I just want to get a better way to get us together. Really, these years, you know that I am not doing well. Now all the obstacles are eliminated by me. Exhausted, no one can stop, you come back to me, we start again, does Lan Qi finally bless us? Come back to me!"
Speaking of the back, Fujiwara has been unable to control and will reach out directly, and will bring the Dongliu Liuyun into his arms.
He is looking forward to how long it will take to see her again, so holding her, Fujiwara’s subconscious force, can’t wait to get her into his own chest and merge with his blood, so that Worried that she will leave and will leave.
God knows that he has suffered such pains in the past few years, and he almost collapses. If it is not deep in love, why is he suffering?
His vine wilderness should be innocent, but he is planted in the eastern stream cloud...
The eastern stream cloud was unable to move, and the more he struggled, the more he was held tight.
"Let go, Fujiwara! Don't let me say the third time!"
"Your fists are also taught by me. Flowing clouds, you can't beat me. As long as you can come back to me, I promise you anything. Otherwise, how can you forgive me?"
Fujiwara wildly stared at a gloomy oriental cloud, but he was not angry. At least he could be close to her now, so that he felt so real. His empty soul seemed to be filled up suddenly, which made him inexplicable. Some have nostalgia for this feeling.
The oriental stream cloud took a breath, the strength of the struggle was great, and some warmth was felt in the palm of your hand.
"If you don't want me to die ugly, I suggest you let go, there are surveillance videos everywhere, and I should know that I am married, we can't go back."
The eastern stream is still clear and clear, and the mind has overwhelmed the waves of the bottom of the heart. At any time, she is still able to keep this sober...
......
At this time, too far from the intersection of the past, a black luxury car is silently parked in the rain.
Qi Lei is holding a umbrella, holding a burning cigarette in his fingers, and carelessly pumping his eyes. His eyes are very calm, and naturally he will see the scene in front.
Didn't rush up, he thought about it, maybe he wouldn't participate, it would be better.
Half of the cigarettes burned out, and he took a sigh of relief, threw the cigarettes to the ground, put away the umbrella in his hand, and sat in the car, and the car quickly started.
The black car is covered with cold and desolate, and goes to the smoke and rain in front.