"Song Anran, I warn you not to let me see you touch her again, otherwise I will make you worse than death. Get out of here." Looking at the palm prints on Song Jiamei's face, Meng Zekun's voice was already extremely gloomy.

An Ran covered her face in a daze, and was so shocked by the cruelty in Meng Zekun's eyes that she forgot her movements. She stood there blankly and looked at him, hoping that he could tell him that the words just now were all false, but he never looked at her again. In the dark room, he was the soft voice of coaxing the woman in her arms, which was the gentleness she had never heard before.

Looking at the dazzling scene, she turned around and staggered away from this place that could no longer tolerate her.

Back then, he said he liked her gentle and cute appearance, so she gave up her favorite major and studied music just to make herself appear quieter, and he might like her more.

He said that after eating enough fish and meat outside, she likes home-cooked meals, and she tried to control the smell of smoke that she had hated since childhood and learned to cook, just to make it feel more comfortable for him to eat.

For him, she wiped away all the edges and corners of her body and put away her proud self-esteem just to leave traces of her stay in his heart.

But now, he said he had never loved her.

On the street, she walked aimlessly, her mind was filled with pictures from the past eight years. Her vision was so hazy that she couldn't see the road clearly, nor could she see the doubts in the eyes of those who passed by her, nor could she hear the sound of car horns that kept chirping at her on the street.

When she was sixteen years old, she was framed by her stepmother Wei Guilan and was so angry that she scolded her. Her father slapped her at the time. From childhood to adulthood, the father attacked her for the first time, and for the vicious mother and daughter.

At that time, she could not accept the reality of being beaten. She couldn't believe that her father, who loved her since childhood, actually beat her for the hypocritical woman, so she ran out of the house in anger. She didn't know how long she had been walking on the street, but only knew that she kept crying. Unconsciously, she came to a bridge, stood in the middle of the bridge and looked at the endless traffic, remembering the slap her father slapped in the face, and remembering the mother who left her without hesitation despite her prayers. She had the idea of ​​ending her life for the first time. At that moment, Meng Zekun appeared, and his appearance was like a ray of sunshine, injecting hope for life into her dark heart.

At that time, he was very gentle and friendly, like a big brother next door, making her involuntarily want to get close and rely on. From then on, he was the only one left in her world, and he was the only one in her eyes.

From then on, she could no longer tolerate anyone in her heart. She no longer cared about her father's indifference to her, no longer cared about her stepmother and step sister's ridicule of her. She didn't care about everything, she only cared about him, the big boy who saved her and gave her hope.

Eight years ago, he was not as energetic as he is now. At that time, his family business was affected by the global financial crisis, and the company was extremely difficult to maintain. He was always busy and busy. Seeing him forgetting to eat and sleep, she could only help. So she decided to start studying economics just to help a little in the future. Although it was a fantasy for her to study economics, she still bit the bullet for him. But unexpectedly, she fell in love with this science later.

After two years of this life, his family business became formal. In another three years, he made his business a member of the Fortune 500 in the world. And he was no longer the big boy he had back then. He had slowly transformed into a mature, steady and attractive man. Her love for him became deeper.

Now his career is booming, no longer as busy as when he first met, but with it, there are more and more social engagements. Later, one day, he said he was tired of the greasy big fish and meat outside and missed the smell of home-cooked dishes. When she heard it, she just smiled softly, as if she didn't care, but turned around and she endured the smell of oil smoke she hated to learn cooking. Later, he said he liked her gentle and cute appearance, just like his dream wife, a gentle woman, skillful and elegant in playing the piano. So she ended her major for five years and applied to the music school to study those elegant music. Just to become his dream wife in the future.

Before she knew it, she came to the overpass where she met him back then. Looking at the traffic that was more crowded than she had back then, she stubbornly wiped away the tears that were about to fall from her eyes, and did not allow it to fall.

Eight years, her eight years of hard work and eight years of hard work were denied by his words today.

If you don’t love, a word you don’t love is sharper than thousands of swords, making her heart full of holes.

If you don't love, why not say it earlier?

If you don’t love, why not refuse?

If you don’t love, why give her hope?

If you don’t love, why do you still say the promise of marrying her and loving her?

"Why……"

Thinking of the past, she shouted loudly at the traffic, hoping to alleviate the pain of her heart being torn, but the shouting was quickly overwhelmed by the traffic passing by, and then nothing was left, and her heartache was still hurt.

"Flashes and shines, leaving traces of time..."

A soothing and pleasant ringtone came from the bag she carried with her, and tears that she was still trying to endure suddenly burst out from her eyes. This was her favorite song. She fell in love with it when she heard it because she felt that the song was like her, but now it sounded so harsh.

"I don't know how long it will take, so if you want to understand, I still love you is the only way out."

The phone ringtone was still ringing. She wiped the tears that kept falling, and took out the phone from her bag and pressed the answer button.

"Hello……"

"Uh... Is it Miss Song Anran?" The voice on the other end of the phone hesitated, wondering if he had typed the wrong number, otherwise the sound would have been pleasant and could not have been so hoarse.
Chapter completed!