Chapter 2177: She doesn't want to let go

Xu Hu was drinking, and suddenly felt that his wrist was held by a soft and

warm hand, and his body was slightly stiff.

He turned his head and saw Leng Rushuang's eyes blurred, his cheeks red, and

he looked at himself faintly.

"Cold, cold girl."

He was a little sober from the wine, and was busy trying to break free.

Leng Rushuang followed his strength and dragged him to stand up.

She hugged his arm and murmured: "Why do you always leave me here alone? Do

you know how many years I have been waiting for you... Every year, every day,

I can only look at your back Go. You are too far..."

Although Xu Hu was a little drunk, his mind was still sober.

He knew that the person the woman was talking about was not him.

It is not to ask him to stay.

He also knew a little about Leng Rushuang and King Qin.

However, he didn't expect that this woman who looks charming and free and easy

would have such a bitter and bitter side.

He supported her, let her sit in a chair, gently removed her hand, and said,

"Miss Leng, you are drunk. Next is Xu Hu, not Prince Qin."

The picture before Leng Rushuang's eyes is blurry.

The voice of the other party was also muffled.

She only knew that he was King Qin.

It is the man she has been thinking about for twenty years.

For the past twenty years, she stayed here just to wait for him to come and

then watch him leave.

And this time, she didn't want to let go.

She wanted to keep him.

Xu Hu took her hand away, and she held it tightly again.

"My lord, don't go, drink a while with me." She mumbled.

Xu Hu was silent for a moment, then sat back in his chair and said, "Well,

it's fine anyway. Tonight I will die with the gentleman!"

Seeing that he was willing to stay, Leng Rushuang was overjoyed, groping to

pour him wine, and smiled: "Where is the gentleman? The prince is also

confused..."

Xu Hu said, "Don't drink. Why not drink tea."

"Tea?" Leng Rushuang stood up on the table, "The teapot is probably already

cold. I'll make a pot..."

Xu Hu said, "Sit still, Miss Leng, I'll make tea."

He got up and went to the kitchen.

Leng Rushuang supported his chin, looking vaguely at the sound of him entering

the kitchen, thinking in his heart, when the prince would be willing to

cook...

On a cold winter and snowy night, a man is willing to cook tea for himself,

feeling...

really not bad.

When Xu Hu came back carrying the teapot, she found that she was lying on the

table, already asleep.

He smiled helplessly, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Most of the wine has also woken up.

He has a lot of alcohol, only because he drank his sorrows.

The snow outside is not small, and the charcoal basin in the house is almost

burnt out.

If you leave her here, she will catch cold at night.

Xu Hu thought for a while, helped her up, and opened the door of a guest room

casually, let her lie on the bed with the quilt covered.

After doing this, he went downstairs and walked home on the snow.

Although it was windy and snowy on the way back, when he recalled the warm and

soft hands, which belonged to a woman, his heart could not help but throbbed.

His wife has been ill for a long time. He is busy with Jin Yiwei's affairs and

also takes care of the children.

It's been a long time since I was so close and tender to a woman.

Stepping on the snow, his footsteps were inexplicably brisk.

...

After Leng Rushuang woke up, she found herself sleeping in the guest room,

feeling blank for a moment.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, went to the lobby downstairs, and saw

the young man sweeping the floor, clearing the dishes.