Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

Those things, just listening to him talk about those things, she felt that her heart was so painful that she was about to suffocate.

How did he survive all these years?

Young and lacking in love.

His mother committed suicide in front of him, and his father abandoned him, leaving him for more than twenty years!
The grandfather who brought him up single-handedly, while being afraid of his methods, at the same time regards him as his most proud work!
Even now, Zhan Jinnan still deliberately stimulates him and makes him fall into those pains——

What kind of father is this, who can be so frantic and stab a knife in the heart of his own son!
Zhan Beixiao's eyes were dark, "Why are you crying?"

He didn't cry, why did she cry?

Bai Yangyang bowed his head, wrapped his arms around his neck, and whimpered: "Zhan Beixiao, my heart aches."

"They treat you badly, they bully you..."

Bai Yangyang choked with sobs, tears rolled down: "I will love you in the future, I will treat you well, and I will be with you, don't be sad, okay?"

Hot tears soaked through the thin layer of fabric, as if to scald him.

Zhan Beixiao's Adam's apple rolled slightly. At this moment, he was like a fish about to suffocate, but was thrown into the sea. He seemed to be born again, but he felt uneasy.

She was crying so hard that her eye circles were wet and incredibly red.

"I am not sad."

Bai Yangyang whimpered, she was sad.

She bowed her head and pressed her forehead against his forehead: "I heard Zhan Si say before, what happened the night your mother committed suicide, I was thinking at that time, I want to treat you well for the rest of my life, I want to be with you for the rest of my life, I don't want to You are sad."

Zhan Beixiao's face changed slightly, Zhan Si actually told him these things?
"Zhan Beixiao, if I had known you were so sad, I would have come to you earlier."

She stared at his face and paused every word.

She hated herself for a moment.

Why did God give her a chance, but didn't let her be reborn earlier.

If it could have appeared earlier, perhaps he would not have been sad for so many years.

The person she likes will not be abandoned by everyone, nor will he be used as a bargaining chip by Mr. Zhan, and will be carved as an object at will.

Not to mention watching his mother commit suicide in front of him!

Zhan Beixiao's heart seemed to be hit hard by something, it was sore and painful.

He reached out his hand in a strange way, rubbing her face, hot tears fell on his fingertips, his heart wrinkled into a ball, and it was burning pain.

"do not Cry."

His voice was unbearably hoarse.

When he mentioned those things, he didn't feel sad, but felt empty in his heart, as if a huge hole had been dug out, an indescribable hole.

But her tears seemed to have magical power. Every word she said, every tear was like a seed. In an instant, it took root and sprouted in his heart. Finally a small flower bloomed.

She cried so much that his heart ached.

Bai Yangyang sobbed, the original carefully drawn makeup was completely ruined, but she didn't care about it.

Kiss his chin a little bit, along the beautiful neck line, a little bit down.

Finally, it stopped at his heart, and she could feel his heartbeat through the thin fabric.

"Zhan Beixiao, now that you have me, I won't leave you behind, I promise."

Zhan Beixiao subconsciously hugged her waist, his eyes were slightly red.

"I'm sick……"

He cooperates with the treatment, but he knows very well that it is almost impossible to cure it.

He was afraid of hurting her again.

"I'm sick too." She softened her voice: "Zhan Beixiao, you are my medicine, you can't let me go."

"You are being treated, you will get better little by little, but if you don't want me, I won't be cured... I will die..." She posted it eagerly, wanting to seek comfort.

The minute she woke up from the train, she was sick.

This disease is called love.

Zhan Beixiao is the only antidote.

The moment the words fell, she was held down by a big hand, and the man's chest was filled with familiar warmth.

The moment Zhan Beixiao lowered her head, a drop of water quickly landed on her cheongsam, which was instantly absorbed by the fabric and disappeared.

He hummed, muffled, but seemed to be somewhat unspeakably excited.

Bai Yangyang put her arms around his waist, she had never wanted to crush a person completely for a moment.

I want to tear off Zhan Jinnan's mask, and I want to see him die without a place to bury him.

I want to see him being betrayed and cast aside by everyone.

She tightened her hands, and there was a cold light in her eyes.

Apologizing is useless.

He must be a thousand times more painful than Zhan Beixiao to calm his pain for so many years.

not far away.

Jiang Xun saw Zhan Jinnan and Mo Zhixin swaggering through the market, and originally wanted to check the situation.

But he didn't expect to see this scene, he paused slightly.

In the end, it still didn't work out.

He found a secluded place, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep puff.

The breath of nicotine permeated his mouth in an instant. He hadn't smoked for a long time.

Was choked to tears.

In the next second, the cigarette in his hand was snatched away.

"Smoke less."

Hearing the voice, Jiang Zun raised his head to look at the person who came, and seemed a little amused: "It's none of your business whether I smoke or not?"

Guan Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, since she met Jiang Xun, he had never spoken like that.

Also, what position does she have to take care of his affairs now?
She squeezed the plate in her hand and smiled: "I'm meddling in my own business."

She turned away.

Jiang Xun kicked on the wall, stared at her back, and rolled his eyes angrily: "Guan Xiaoxiao, as long as you say you regret it, we can start over."

He can ignore what happened before, and he can treat it as if it didn't happen——

Guan Xiaoxiao clasped the dinner plate, she was wearing a staff uniform, her waist was covered by the wide uniform, only a small section of slender legs were exposed.

"I'm going abroad."

She spoke slowly.

Jiang Zi choked, going abroad?

"There is a quota for going abroad in the dance troupe, and Mr. Wen recommended me."

She turned her head, with a smile in her eyes, but no warmth.

"When are you coming back."

Jiang Zi couldn't sit still.

He had never liked someone so much, but Guan Xiaoxiao never came towards him, and even wanted to draw a line with him.

"I……"

Guan Xiaoxiao's mouth was inexplicably dry, and she didn't know how to answer this question: "Jiang Xi, you know, I like ballet, and I also want to go further."

Jiang Xun seemed to have been punctured with the last layer of hope, and the light in his eyes went out instantly.

He took a few steps back, his eye circles turned red, "I know."

She looks weak and incompetent, but in fact she is calmer and stubborn than ordinary people.

She has a complete life plan, but there is no place for him in her life plan.

Guan Xiaoxiao's eye circles were slightly red: "Jiang Xun, goodbye."

She turned and walked slowly.

Jiang Xun looked at her back, his eyes hurt.

"Did you never think of stopping?" His voice was low, as if weeping blood.

"Even once, even if I thought about it once..."

The man didn't even look back, and slowly walked out of his sight, just like every time before.