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This suddenly let him know, what do you want him to do?Xia Fuhua couldn't help feeling restless again.

Suddenly, he drank all the wine in the wine glass in his hand. Seeing Xia Fuhua's current state, Gu Chenfeng felt a little more balanced.

Who told Xia Fuhua to read his jokes, he would let him read his own jokes first!

"Look! You're doing it to yourself. I told you in advance! I didn't stop it, but now I'm waiting for you here, and An Qi can't see it. Who are you doing this for?" I feel unhappy, and I'm sure I can't make Xia Fanhua feel comfortable.

Xia Fuhua was silent, lowered his head, looking downcast, Gu Chenfeng looked at it, thinking that he had gone too far, and only they understood the feelings of men.

Picking up the wine glass on the table, he pushed Xia Fanhua, "Okay, don't say anything else, let's have a drink!"

Xia Fuhua didn't refuse, picked up the bottle and poured himself another glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp, regardless of the serious pain in his stomach.

When it was more than nine o'clock after drinking, Gu Chenfeng was called back by the phone that Chen Mo turned on. After Gu Chenfeng left, Xia Fuhua didn't intend to stay any longer, and also left.

Xia Fuhua drank a lot of wine and looked a little drunk, but he still insisted on driving back.

When returning to the apartment, Xia Fanhua came to An Qi's bedroom for the first time, turned on the light, and the room was still the same as it was, not changed at all.

He has never had the courage to open this door, that's because he can comfort himself that way, An Qi has been in the room and has not come out, just like she used to, she can stay in the bedroom alone for a week without going out.

But no matter how he finds reasons for himself, it can't change the fact that An Qi has left. She has completely disappeared from his own world without a trace.

After closing the door, she seemed to be able to smell a familiar smell. There was still her favorite blue fat man on the bed, and there was a group photo of them on the bedside table. Xia Fanhua couldn't help but sat down on the chair next to the bed. .

In the corner under the table, there was still a picture scroll he redeemed from someone else. Xia Fuhua bent down to pick it up, and then opened it. It was a beautiful painting with a familiar style. Xia Fuhua felt like It hurt like being cut by a knife.

Everyone knew how much she liked painting. At that time, they all said that An Qi would become a very good painter in the future, but this wish can no longer be realized now.

What kind of mentality did she have when she gave up?She used to be considered a good girl, what kind of mentality did she have when she hang out in bars?

At that time, was she also in pain like a knife?

She went to the United States, and she went to the United States so quietly. She is so strong, if a person suffers and suffers abroad, she will definitely not let others help. Does she have to hide and feel sad again?

She has never left Beijing since she was a child. How will she live in that unfamiliar place? How will she bear it alone without relatives and friends?

Xia Fuhua has infinite worries in his heart. An Qi is a strong and fragile existence. She looks strong, but in fact she is fragile. How could he bear to let her cry alone in that unfamiliar place?