Chapter 50 She Cried

Rong Shaoting looked into Su Ti's clear eyes.

After a while, his thick eyebrows relaxed and a faint curve appeared at the corners of his lips.

"It's true that things are not going well." The man raised his eyes and looked directly into her eyes, but the topic had nothing to do with work: "Have you ever thought about what it means to date me?"

Suti repeated blankly, "What does it mean?"

Obviously, this question touched upon her blind spot of knowledge.

The man saw that she was confused.

I don't know whether to laugh at her immaturity or laugh at my own absurdity.

Rong Shaoting looked at Su Ti thoughtfully.

When his mind was wandering, he lost control of the strength in his hands and squeezed too hard.

The man came to his senses only when he heard Su Ti cry out in pain. The arm in his palm had a circle of white marks from the pressure, and then it became visibly red with blood congestion.

My heart suddenly sank.

Rong Shaoting released his strength, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, "Sorry."

This is the third time he said sorry today.

When it comes down to it, the source all comes from Suti.

The unexpected little episode added a touch of depression and dullness to the atmosphere.

Suti forcibly pulled her arm back from his hand, put it behind her back and rubbed it herself.

It's inexplicable and a bit aggrieved.

The man was also feeling depressed. He subconsciously raised his hand to pull at his collar, but found that the buttons were not fastened to the top.

"Su Ti..."

"You go ahead and do your work. I'll go back first."

The moment Rong Shaoting called her, Su Ti spoke first.

After saying this, he pretended to walk around the table and leave.

This kind of confrontation, which is not even an argument, feels suffocating if it lasts for even a minute longer.

Su Ti's eyes turned slightly red, and she lowered her head to push back the surging tide.

However, I walked less than three meters out.

A tall and slender shadow enveloped her from behind, and her arm fell into the man's hot and dry palm.

Rong Shaoting didn't use much strength at all. He just pulled back, and the slender and petite girl retreated uncontrollably.

The moment I looked up at him, I was filled with the feeling of weightlessness as if my feet were off the ground.

In a moment, the person was sitting steadily on the desk.

Su Ti was sitting and Rong Shaoting was standing.

In addition, the man's strong arms were supporting the table on both sides of her legs.

This small world has imprisoned Suti tightly, leaving her in a dilemma.

After Su Ti was stunned for a moment, she lowered her head and adjusted her skirt without saying a word.

When my eyes caught sight of the peacock blue, some scenes from TV dramas suddenly flashed through my mind.

[The male protagonist bought a skirt and jewelry for the female protagonist. When they had an argument, the male protagonist yelled at the female protagonist: Everything you wear and use is mine. If you want to leave, you can leave your things.]

Thinking of this, Su Ti shuddered, because the skirt she was wearing was bought by Rong Shaoting.

The windbreaker is still in the hotel.

It's broken, I'm sorry.

Su Ti's overly active mind was full of thoughts, but she wasn't thinking about the real thing.

Some random guesses helped to cover up the depressed mood.

At this time, Rong Shaoting was half-bent over the table, looking silent, strong and domineering.

Su Ti raised her eyes quickly, then lowered them again.

I'm somewhat frightened.

Without those polite and gentlemanly appearances, Rong Shaoting's sophisticated and unruly demeanor seemed to be the real him.

"Su Ti, look at me."

The man spoke, his tone unusually low and dark.

Su Ti looked at him, her pupils slightly contracted, a sign of fright.

Rong Shaoting's larynx slid slightly, and he felt reluctant.

The words I had prepared suddenly met those eyes with trembling eyelashes, and I was completely confused and speechless.

The time of silence is long and tiring.

Su Ti muttered under her pounding heart, "What are you going to say?"

The man raised his left hand, and the pinky ring was illuminated by the sunlight, and a stream of light flashed across the corners of Suti's eyes.

The warm fingertips brushed across the girl's cheek, and his eyes reminded her with a focused look: "When I'm not around, keep a distance from the opposite sex, whether in reality or virtually." A simple but profound sentence.

It releases a man's latent possessiveness and desire for control for no reason.

Su Ti pursed her lips, "What do you mean by the time you were away?"

The man stroked her hair and said, "I have something to do tonight and need to go back to Hong Kong."

"So fast..." Su Ti murmured.

He clearly just arrived in Jiang last night.

It will be back in less than a day.

And it wasn't announced in advance, it seemed like the decision was made suddenly.

Su Ti lowered her head, feeling reluctant and confused.

Why did she feel that his so-called busyness was just a perfunctory excuse?

At this time, the man lifted up her wrist and looked closely at the place where she had accidentally pinched it before. "Does it still hurt?"

Su Ti shook her head and tried to withdraw her hand, but the man did not let go.

"Sorry, it's my mistake. I won't do it again next time."

This is the fourth time today that I have apologized for a mistake I made.

Suti kept her head down and said nothing.

Until a choking sound as thin as a cat's meow sounded, "I won't see you off. I'm going back first."

Choking, is she crying?

This realization passed through the man's mind very clearly.

Rong Shaoting held Su Ti's face almost without thinking.

What caught my eye were cheeks that were flushed red and a pair of eyes that were filled with moisture.

For no apparent reason, I felt like a needle was buried in my heart. The pain was vague but hard to ignore.

Even though we have only known each other for a short time, my impression of Suti is always that she is bright, cheerful and full of vitality.

It has never been like this before, holding my breath, with tears in my eyes, but I pursed my lips stubbornly and refused to let the tears fall.

Maybe it's God's will.

The moment Rong Shaoting held Su Ti's cheek, tears fell on his wrist pulse like a punishment.

Burning and heartburning.

The man frowned and held her in his arms, his voice softening, "Why are you crying?"

Su Ti had no idea why she was crying.

It felt like there was a ball of cotton wool stuck in her throat, and she started crying without realizing it.

Rong Shaoting wrapped his arms around her, and after the heat from his pulse evaporated, only a cold and dull feeling remained.

"Tell me, why are you crying, huh?"

The man patted Su Ti's back gently, and his voice became slower and slower.

Suti lay in his arms without saying a word.

There was no sobbing or groaning.

But the wet cloth on her chest reminded Rong Shaoting that her tears had not stopped.

The man hugged her tightly, lowered his head and pressed against her face, "If your wrist hurts, I'll take you to the hospital, okay?"

Mr. Rong has always been high and mighty and has been the center of attention.

I really have no experience in coaxing people, and this wave of gentle coaxing is the best I have done.

On this side, Su Ti heard the voice and muttered with a heavy nasal tone: "I'm not going."

What would she say if the doctor asked her?
My boyfriend made this for me?
It's not shameful enough.

Hearing Su Ti speak, the man's serious expression relaxed a little, "It's my fault, I won't cry anymore."

Suti rested her forehead against his chest and raised her arms without looking up, "Blow."

Rong Shaoting didn't understand the meaning of her two words.

He gently supported the reddened wrist bone and kissed her lips several times.

His lips were cool and soft, and they felt slightly itchy when pressed against my skin.

Su Ti shrank her shoulders, wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and raised her head.

The man's frown relaxed, he wiped the tears from her face with his index finger, and said with a sigh, "What a little girl."

Laugh when you are happy and cry when you are sad.

As for why he was sad, Rong Shaoting didn't have time to think about it.

For the first time in my life, I was caught off guard by a girl's tears. All the depression and unexpectedness hidden beneath the surface had long since disappeared.

At this time, Su Ti sniffed and asked with a particularly long reflex arc: "What do you mean by reality and virtuality?"