At 10:42, Situ Qinglang drove to the downstairs of Tianxin's house.

The big word "demolition" was written in red on the carport of the old simple building. Situ Qinglang felt uncomfortable when he saw it. It seemed that Uncle Yan was right before, and it was really going to be demolished here.

Sweetheart grew up here, and she should have a lot of her memories here... She had suffered a heavy blow from breaking up, but now she has lost her home. This is undoubtedly a cruel fact for her.

Where will she live in the future? Situ Qinglang sighed. He really couldn't let her go, but he had no choice. He had really seen her stubborn temper. Once they broke up, she would never accept any help from him.

He got out of the car and said to Situ Qingqing: "I'll go up and take a look, and then return her the keys from her house that I left before. You're waiting here."

"What if she is not at home?" Situ Qingqing asked in a ravenous manner, "She has no class today?"

Not at home...that might be fate. Situ Qinglang smiled bitterly in his heart, that is, God didn't even give her the last chance to meet her.

He closed the car door and walked quickly towards the residential building he had known for a long time. His heart was beating wildly, but he didn't know what he was nervous about.

arrive.

Apart from the door, Situ Qinglang calmed down, put his hand on the door, and knocked it twice, regardless of lightness or weight.

The golden retriever's cry of "Woom-woo" came from the door. He waited patiently for a while, but no one came to open the door.

Really not here?

Situ Qinglang's heart felt as if he had been exhausted. He touched the key in his pocket, he hesitated for a moment, and went into the keyhole.

The door is open.

A huge yellow figure first pounced on it, and its tail was shaking very happily. Situ Qinglang patted the head of the golden retriever and stood at the door hesitant.

He had a strong intuition that sweetheart was at home, but why didn't she come out?

"Sweetheart, are you here?" he shouted, raising his voice.

Sweetheart was lying on the bed, holding the pitiful little tinker bell with wet hair. In the hazy, she heard Situ Qinglang's voice, but... how could it be? It must be because she was hallucinating. He should have obtained the certificate. He became He Jing's husband. How could he appear in his home?

"Sweetheart? Have you heard it?" Situ Qinglang heard the sound of sobs coming from the bedroom, and suddenly his heart pounded, and he strode forward and pushed open the door of Sweetheart's bedroom.

"sweetheart!"

He saw the poor Babath's sweetheart huddled at the bedside, her eyes swollen like walnuts. The moment he entered the door, she looked up at herself and almost defeated the defense line he had worked hard to manage for two months.

Those beautiful, lively big eyes are no longer there, replaced by her confusion, helplessness, loneliness and despair.

Situ Qinglang was shocked by the look of surprise. He thought sweetheart agreed happily. After two months, she would gradually get used to all this. She agreed so firmly at that time, almost... she agreed at that time... without any reservation...

If she had kept it at that time...

Situ Qinglang didn't dare to think about it. He stepped forward and called her name tentatively: "Sweetheart? What are you sitting here for?"

The little tinker in his arms jumped away with a "meow" sound. Sweetheart sat in a daze, looking straight at Situ Qinglang with a smile on his face, as if he was stupid.

She... won't go crazy, right?

Situ Qinglang walked to her bed, bent down, and said in her ear: "Sweetheart, why don't you talk? I'll see you."

Sweetheart finally reacted a little bit. She lowered her head, tears fell like rain, and said something that made Situ Qinglang almost collapse:

"Don't lie to me, he won't come, everything... is my... hallucination."

Situ Qinglang didn't expect that she would say this. Her voice was hoarse, and she just collapsed on the bed with disheveled hair, no longer having the vitality of the past. The cute little idiot seemed to die overnight and disappeared, leaving a body without aura.

"I'm really clear." He sat down gently by her bed and hugged her in his arms. "Are you stupid? Have you forgotten how I scolded you before?"

Sweetheart was hugged by him in a daze. She heard the powerful heartbeat in his chest. At that moment, her heart, which was originally ashamed, suddenly began to recover little by little. She finally began to respond slowly, and then lay on his shoulders in a conscious sense, and asked in a trembling voice: "It's really you? You... haven't gone to get married?"

"I..." Situ Qinglang couldn't speak, he shook his head and hugged her tightly.

The sweetheart's emotions finally broke out at this moment. The grievance, pain, and disappointment that she had accumulated for a long time finally broke out at this moment. She shouted at the top of her lungs: "I won't let you marry her! Why do I have nothing! Obviously... I clearly have the person to marry you! You promised me!"

"Sweetheart, listen to my explanation..."

"I don't listen!" Sweetheart covered her ears and cried loudly, "Why am I so unlucky! I don't have parents, no one loves me, I finally have you, I don't even have you now! The whole world doesn't want me! What's the point of living? What's the point of living?"

Her questioning made Situ Qinglang, who had always been strong in psychological quality, completely unable to resist it. He comforted her and coaxed her, and could not stop her tears no matter what.

She kept saying one sentence over and over again, "I want to marry you." She hugged him tightly and said nothing, and the tears of bursting tears wet his shirt, forcing him to breathe.

Her pain moved him. Situ Qinglang heard from her intermittent words what kind of mark she left in her life. From childhood to adulthood, he was the person who cared about her most, the person who made her happiest, and the person who made her the closest to happiness. All of this made her unable to forget him and this happiness again.

She may be living in this shadow for the rest of her life, and she is so deeply trapped.

Situ Qinglang hugged her tightly. He really had no way to separate from her. He was like a piece of flesh on her heart. If he left her, the wound would never heal. Every time he thought about it, he would still be in great pain.

She also gave him a lot, she made his life meaningful, she gave him happiness that he had never had in 28 years. They were obviously very compatible, but why should they separate?

His psychological defense line, which had been running for two months, was defeated at this moment. Sweetheart cried, and he also shed tears. He remembered Qingqing's words - who can protect her well besides himself?

A bold and crazy idea suddenly emerged. When he realized this, Situ Qinglang almost thought he was really crazy. He repeatedly asked himself - why can't he marry Sweetheart?

He was going to get the certificate today, and all the procedures were in the car, and only his little wife, sweetheart, everything was perfect.

Yes, why didn’t he marry sweetheart directly at this time? He has never done such a crazy thing in 28 years, and maybe he will not do it again in the future. However, now, he feels that he should give everything to sweetheart.

Even if I’m sorry that He Jing goes against Situ Zheng’s intention, what can I do? Is there anything more important than giving Tang Xin a family?

"Sweetheart, listen to me." Situ Qinglang corrected sweetheart's body and stared at her eyes and said, "You go change your clothes now and take your household registration book with me."

Sweetheart raised her head in tears and asked hoarsely: "What are you doing?"
Chapter completed!