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Chapter 244 Ling Zhen, Hold Me Tight

Come back home.

During this period, the most common thing Ling Zhen heard from Han Su was asking her to go home.

Whether he was picking her up from get off work, waiting for her at the market, or when she ran to his side, he would always say calmly, "Ling Zhen, let's go home."

She always felt an irresistible warmth in her heart.

She knew this wasn't her real home, but it was exactly how she wanted home to feel.

It doesn't matter the size, luxury or simplicity.

What matters is that such a small house exudes a sense of peace and warmth.

She took the helmet, sat astride the back of the motorcycle, and pinched Han Su's clothes lightly with her fingers.

After all these times, there are still some insurmountable boundaries between them.

On New Year's Eve, many people are still at home or gathering in restaurants.

Han Su drove her along the empty streets.

Ling Zhen was a little scared at first, but now he gradually falls in love with the feeling of flying.

She even dared to stand up and spread her arms to welcome the strong wind blowing across her body.

The face under Han Su's helmet in front of him slowly melted and turned into a doting smile.

Even if Ling Zhen didn't say it, he knew that she had never let go of Tang Shuya in her heart.

If you have truly loved someone, how can you let go just like that?

Just like he himself had once persuaded himself to let go of his feelings for Ling Zhen.

But he couldn't do it.

He didn't ask for too much, he just wanted to be with her like this. If she was happy, he would be happy, and if she was cheerful, he would be cheerful too.

But people are always greedy. For example, right now, he twisted the accelerator and shouted, "Ling Yuan, hold me tight."

Ling Zhen immediately sat down, exclaimed, and unconsciously grabbed the clothes at his waist and tightened them.

Han Su pursed his lips and stepped on the accelerator to the maximum. The motorcycle emitted a low roar, as if a ferocious beast was roaring in the dark night.

Ling Zhen felt a little scared, as the whistling wind was so strong that it seemed like it could knock her over.

She had to move forward and lean on Han Su's broad back, with her arms tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Han Su..." Ling Zhen shouted into the wind, "I didn't expect you to be this crazy!"

Crazy?

what is this.

Before going to the Tang family, Han Su was much crazier than he is now.

Maybe it was the New Year, so people started cheering too.

Through the helmet, Han Su curled up the corners of his mouth, but refused to slow down. He wanted Ling Zhen to hold him tightly like this.

Let him be greedy once, just once.

My heart feels as sweet as if I had drunk honey.

When he got downstairs of his house, Ling Zhen was about to vomit.

She took off her helmet to recover, took deep breaths of air, and began to settle the score, punching Han Su one after another.

This fist was as soft as cotton. Han Su, with his muscular body, didn't feel any pain at all. It was just like a tickle.

But he didn't fight back. Instead, he pretended to be in pain, covering the place where he was hit and grimacing.

Ling Zhen, whose acting skills were really poor, couldn't stand it. After playing for a while, he couldn't help laughing.

Han Su stared at her, and that smile was like the gentle and warm sunshine in winter, illuminating a dark corner in his heart, making him feel soft and warm.

Infected by her laughter, I couldn't help but laugh too.

She raised her head, her eyes fixed on the dimples on his lips, and continued upwards to meet his gentle eyebrows.

"Han Su, you actually have dimples. Why are you so serious? You should smile more."

Han Su suppressed his smile and asked, "Isn't it ugly when I smile?"

"It's not ugly, you look very pretty when you smile."

Only then did Han Su notice that Ling Zhen's eyes were red. "Is it because the wind was too strong just now that your eyes are red?"

Han Su didn't know that Ling Zhen was silently shedding tears as she hugged him tightly.

At night, people are always particularly prone to sadness and pretentiousness.

Of course she is no exception.

On such a festive day.

She suddenly thought of Ling Tianhua. Although he was unreliable, he was still her blood relative.

She didn't dare look for her father and didn't know how he was doing now.

And Tang Shuya.

It's not easy to forget someone.

Many times late at night, he would appear in her dreams.

She raised her head, pretending nothing happened and said, "Yes, it was the wind that blew just now."

"Then let's go up quickly. I'll get you a hot towel."

Ling Zhen was lying on the sofa with a warm towel covering his eyes.

She suddenly remembered that she had used this method to help Tang Shuya with hot compress before.

Whenever this happened, Tang Shuya would be as quiet as a docile cat, letting her play with him.

he……

Ling Zhen tore off the towel, turned over and sat up, telling herself not to think about him anymore.

Han Su walked over at this time, with his hands behind his back, hiding something.

Ling Yu smiled slyly and asked, "What are you hiding?"

Han Su was a little reserved. He licked his lips and said, "It's New Year's Day. I bought a gift for you."

"Really?" Ling Zhen stretched out his arm, opened his palm, and said bluntly, "Show it to me."

She was so natural and straightforward that she really relaxed Han Su's tense mood.

It was a teardrop-shaped glass bottle, about the size of a palm.

The top of the bottle is lightly dyed with a touch of light pink. As the line of sight slowly descends, the pink color gradually becomes richer and finally blends into a pink and purple dream, just like the beautiful sunset on the horizon when the sun sets.

The bottle seems to be lightly sprinkled with pearl powder, and every tiny particle of light dances gently under the caress of the light.

It is neither dazzling nor dull, but emits a warm luster just right.

It's really dazzling and beautiful.

Ling Zhen fell in love with it at first sight, her eyes sparkling like autumn water. She asked doubtfully, "Is this really for me?"

"Ah."

"Is it expensive?"

"No, no, no." Han Su was afraid that Ling Zhen would refuse to accept it, so he quickly denied it. "It's not expensive. I just found it by chance while driving a passenger."

He paused, his eyes darkening a bit. "Didn't I smash your bottle of perfume? The remaining perfume couldn't be stored properly in a plastic bottle because it evaporated easily. So I thought of giving you a glass bottle to store your perfume in."

Ling Ruo's heart felt like a rope had grown out of it and was being pulled by someone.

That was what happened right after we moved in.

When I first arrived, I was really overwhelmed. I couldn't speak the language and had no contact with the local Chinese association, so my situation was very embarrassing for a while.

Later, with the help of the hometown association, I rented this place. The advantages of this place are convenient transportation and cheap rent, but it is dilapidated.

It was during the process of cleaning, sorting out old things and moving furniture that Han Su accidentally broke Ling Rui's perfume.

And this bottle of perfume was the only thing Ling Zhen took away from Tang Shuya.

Iris perfume.

Ling Zhen looked at the perfume flowing all over the floor. In fact, she was not particularly sad, but just felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

It feels like fate.

What was not yours will never be yours.

Even if you try to stay with me, it will slip away.

Her feelings for Tang Shuya will also slowly dissipate in the air like fragrance.