"Zhou Hongming, even if you shoot yourself now, it has nothing to do with me, but don't involve me. I, Xiao Zi, don't want to have anything to do with you." Xiao Zi stopped and looked at him coldly.

I don’t know if it was her words that chilled Zhou Hongming. He gritted his teeth and said, “Even if I die in front of you, you won’t shed a single tear, right?”

"You're not a child anymore. You can't die. What's more, you, Zhou Hongming, don't know how." Xiao Zi kept irritating him.

"Hehe, hehe, you still really like to stimulate me, aren't you afraid that I will shoot you and die together with you? You should know that no one else can get what I, Zhou Hongming, can't get. You, Xiao Zi, have been stepping on my bottom line."

"It's up to you." Xiao Ziyun said calmly, "You can do whatever you want. If you want to shoot, you can shoot at any time."

Zhou Hongming clenched his fists and his eyes were scarlet.

Xiao Zi walked forward.

The wind was cold in the morning, but her heart was beating fast.

She was walking along this long street.

She knew that Zhou Hongming would never let her go, unless he died before her.

The cold wind blew the strands of hair around her ears, her nose felt sore, and she looked towards the clouds in the distance.

She misses London so much.

She didn't have any wishes, she just wanted to see that city again in her life.

Zhou Hongming was angry, but he just followed her. He didn't know how to coax her.

I remember that Xiao Zi was very obedient when she was at Happy Island, especially in the following months, she almost obeyed him.

Now that I think about it, it was just a joke on her part.

But... that actually became the time he missed the most.

On the road, there was a kid with a face that was red from the cold, selling flowers. In his hand was a bunch of little flowers with unknown names.

"Auntie, do you want to buy flowers?" The child grabbed the corner of Xiao Zi's clothes with a longing and pitiful look in his eyes.

Xiao Zi has a kind heart and hates seeing the elderly and children suffer the most.

But she has no money.

Just when she was about to shake her head, Zhou Hongming caught up from behind. He took out his money and gave it to the child: "How much is enough to buy?"

"Thank you, uncle, I'll give them all to you." The child happily gave all the flowers in his hand to Zhou Hongming. He also went to his sister who sold balloons and took a balloon to Xiao Zi, with an innocent smile on his dirty face.

Zhou Hongming changed hands and gave the flower to Xiao Zi: "Take it, if you like it."

Xiao Zi looked down at the strings of purple flowers and gently touched the petals with her fingers.

Here, she is just a poor person.

"Since you can't pay off your debts, buy less useless things in the future." Xiao Zi raised her head and looked at Zhou Hongming.

"How do you like it?"

"Oh."

"Don't you remember that when you were a teenager, I gave you flowers, the best roses." Zhou Hongming put his hands in his pockets and looked at her, "A big bunch, the color is very authentic, but you didn't

want."

"I didn't like flowers before."

"Maybe you don't like the flowers I gave you."

Xiao Zi said nothing.

Zhou Hongming took out a cigarette and lit it.

After taking a sip, there was unconcealable sadness in his cloudy eyes.

She never liked him after all.

"Xiao Zi, what's so good about a man named Meng? Well? He's just..."

"That's enough." Xiao Zi interrupted him coldly, "You are not a good person, and neither is he. I don't want to hear his name from your mouth!"

"Heh." Zhou Hongming took a puff of cigarette, his expression was casual and his posture was lazy.
Chapter completed!