The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 367 He Pulled Her Into The Warm Car

He held a cigarette butt blown out by the wind between his fingers, and more than 20 cigarette butts were scattered at his feet.

Under the dim light, he who has always been handsome and desolate is now more lonely and lonely.

His tightly pressed thin lips were already purple from the cold.

But he was still as stiff as before, standing motionless.

If it wasn't for the blinking of his eyelashes, she would have wondered if he had frozen to death in this world of ice and snow.

Looking at his sculpted profile, she felt a throbbing pain in her chest.

This perfect and aloof man gave her the love, dream, and favor she originally wanted——

However, in the blink of an eye, she was thrown into hell again.

If he had confessed to her from the beginning, she would never have fallen in love with him.

He seemed to give her everything she wanted, but he was also absolutely cruel to her.

Why make her fall in love with him?
Why give her hope and fantasy?
Last night, his proposal, his ring, his romance, had made her ready to spend the rest of her life with him.

What a fool she is--

From the beginning to now, she hasn't got to know him deeply, has she?

Everything he gave her was an illusion.

Biting her lip, she mustered up her courage and approached him.

A few steps away from him, she stopped again.

The bitter cold wind was blowing towards her, and the faint smell of tobacco on his body wafted into the tip of his nose. She frowned, and after learning that she was pregnant, he never smoked in front of her again.

Smelling this familiar yet unfamiliar smell, she almost couldn't hold back her tears again.

Sucking her nose that was flushed by the cold wind, she raised her eyes to look at his expressionless handsome face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mo Chiwei."

The man who hadn't reacted all this time, heard her voice, his hands trembled, and the smoke from his fingertips fell to the ground. He strode up to her, stretched out his long arms, and wanted to hug her into his arms, but he thought of himself Covered in cold air, he abruptly withdrew his hand again.

He pursed his frozen black lips, took out the car keys from his trousers pocket, turned on the ignition, turned on the heater, and opened the rear door again, "It's cold outside, let's talk in the car."

His voice seemed to be tainted with the chill of the night, hoarse and cold, and when he listened carefully, he trembled a little.

Tang Xinyan didn't argue with him. For the sake of the child in her belly, she put away her umbrella and got into the car.

He then sat next to her, but his whole body was wet, and he didn't dare to get too close to her.

She handed him the coat she was holding.

He held her coat, his knuckles began to turn white.

In his deep black eyes, like a lifeless pool of death, he stared at her tightly, afraid that she would disappear before his eyes in the next second.

"I can make up for you whatever you want, and I will promise you whatever you want. I know that you will not be able to accept it when you suddenly learn about it. If you blame me, blame me, you can vent to me..."

He stretched out his big palm, trying to hold her hand, but he still didn't touch her, so she avoided it defensively.

His gloomy eyes narrowed heavily.

She saw the flashing scars in his eyes, she blinked her eyes, her chest seemed to be cut open by a sharp sword.

"Mo Chiwei, I have nothing to vent to you. The truth of the matter has been revealed. Do you think we can still live as a normal couple? Although I still don't know why you married me, maybe it was for revenge or other reasons, But I don't want to know anymore, I just want to stay away from you now!"

(End of this chapter)