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Chapter 459 I Can't Miss Him Anymore, Ayan Back then

Chapter 459 Can’t miss him anymore, Ayan back then

Xia Xinyao did not stay long.

She just returned to China last night and had not yet recovered from the jet lag. She felt a little tired after staying there for less than an hour.

When she went back, Yu Qing left with her.

With so many people present in the box, it was difficult for Yu Qing to ask some questions.

As she drove, she lamented: "If you had accepted his feelings, you might be the wife of Yan's CEO now, and you might even be able to support your children."

The word "child" made Xia Xinyao's expression change on the spot.

There was a bit of confusion in her regretful expression, "Qingqing, do you think I'm stupid?

Ah Yan is such a good person, but I actually turn a blind eye to him and like such a man."

"I told you that Pei Yu is not a good man, but you didn't listen. You don't know what brainwashing comments that bastard scumbag instilled in you to make you like him so wholeheartedly."

Thinking of his friend's blindness and blindness, Yu Qing also hated the fact that iron cannot become steel.

"Ask yourself, in what way is Second Young Master Yan inferior to Pei Yu?

Second Young Master Yan is powerful. His good looks are second to none in the whole of Yanjing. Apart from the young businessman, there is no one more handsome than him. He is also good to you. What does Pei Yu have?

Is it just his sweet-talking mouth?

But fortunately, you still have time to regret now. Tomorrow you can go find Mr. Yan and ask him to think of it quickly."

Xia Xinyao pursed her lips in frustration, "But I am not worthy of him now."

"Xia Xinyao, have you been brainwashed by that scumbag?

Where did your courage to pursue love at all costs go?

There is no right or wrong relationship, only mutual love. Just because you are so beautiful and because Young Master Yan is devoted to you, you are worthy of him. Cheer up!"

I think back then, Xia Xinyao was the school beauty of Yanjing Prince's Middle School.

She is bright and wanton, how many boys like her!

Not even the eldest lady Wei Yunruo can compare with her.

Yu Qing encouraged her: "Otherwise, you have a good sleep tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow I will take you to have a good look and put on makeup beautifully, and I will go with you to see Yan Louchuan."

Inspired by her friend's encouragement, Xia Xinyao finally cheered up.

She smiled slightly, clenched her fists, and secretly cheered herself up.

Eight years ago, she had already missed it once.

This time, she won't miss Yan Louchuan.

She will definitely make up for the harm she caused him back then.

She will love him well and get back all the missing and missed memories.

She will definitely get back the Ayan she used to be.

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Jiang Hexun lay in the hospital for two days. His back was sore and he couldn't lie down anymore.

She looked at Yan Louchuan who was on the phone at the door of the ward.

It should be something at work. When a man gives an order, he has a sense of oppression from a superior for no reason.

In the past two days, he has moved all his work to the ward, where he eats, drinks, lives and sleeps.

Jiang Hexun was taken care of in every possible way by him, and she was indeed touched.

Therefore, she could not enjoy his care with peace of mind.

After he finished the call, she finally said: "Can I be discharged from the hospital and go back to school?"

Yan Louchuan walked in, closed the door, and sat down by the bed, "Don't even think about it."

His eyes fell on Jiang Hexun's face, "Can you remove my WeChat account from the blacklist now?"

Jiang Hexun: "..."

She took out her phone and let him out.

Yan Louchuan sent a WeChat message, but no more red exclamation marks appeared, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

He raised his eyes and looked at the girl's face.

The light was bright, gently depicting the delicate face of the girl. She was tilting her head and looking at the WeChat messages he sent.

[There is still one month left before your eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony. What do you think?




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