Perhaps it was because he had been hating for too long and complaining for too long. After hearing his grandfather and father's statements about the entire facts, Nangong Qingyin knew in his heart that he had wrongly blamed the person he loved most for so many years.
But she still couldn't accept this fact in her heart.
When men encounter this, they usually smoke, drink, get drunk, and then continue the process.
Women, on the other hand, tend to cry hesitantly and then find someone to talk to.
Even though Nangong Qingyin is a good enough woman, she is still a woman, which confirms the following words.
She cried, crying sadly and heartbrokenly, sobbing on Huang Huang's shoulder.
At this moment, Nangong Qingyin is no longer the cold and cold general manager of Huangtian Group, nor is he the unkind head of the Nangong family in the shopping mall.
Rather, she is a weak woman who feels sad and blames herself for a misunderstanding but is unwilling to accept the reality, a crybaby who is used to crying on the shoulder of the person she loves.
Women are made of water and are weak by nature. In fact, there is nothing wrong with this.
The reason why women become strong and come to the forefront is more often not because of their original wishes, but more because they are forced by life and circumstances.
If possible, every woman would be willing to hide behind a man and watch everything happening in front of her in silence, shielding the free man from the wind and rain in front of the door.
It's a pity that in the past five years, since the current death, Nangong Qingyin has had to be an iron lady, supporting the entire Nangong family with her weak shoulders.
Even if you are tired, you can't give up because it is a responsibility.
Five years of high-pressure life had made her almost numb to this kind of life, and the sudden end of it all left her at a loss as to what to do.
Especially after learning about his father and the inside story of his family, in addition to not knowing whether he should forgive his father, he also felt aggrieved in his heart.
She was supposed to spend her time happily in college like her peers, but she had to support the entire family business while holding books.
I was tired mentally and physically, but I couldn't tell anyone about it.
Now that she has a shoulder, she can finally cry happily.
For myself, for my mother, and for the damn Nangong family.
After lying beside Ye Huang and crying for a long time, Nangong Qingyin slowly raised her eyes that were red from crying and stared at Ye Huang. She found that Ye Huang was also staring at her, and lowered her head subconsciously.
When facing the person she likes, Nangong Qingyin is still a shy girl, even though she is extremely sad now.
Ye Huang reached out and magically took out a tissue and handed it to Nangong Qingyin and said softly.
"Just wipe it, you're going to cry like a little cat."
Nangong Qingyin did not refuse. He obediently took the tissue and wiped the tears from his eyes. Then he looked up at Ye Huang and asked.
"Am I ugly the way I am now?"
"No, in my heart you are beautiful at all times, but compared to a beauty weeping a thousand lines, I prefer you with a blooming mountain flower and a smile."
After discovering that the tears in the corners of Nangong Qingyin's eyes had not been wiped clean, Ye Huang said, reaching out to gently help her wipe Lei Heng clean, and then helped her straighten her hair.
Although the autumn in Chongqing is not as cold as in the north, it still has a bit of a bleak autumn wind. Especially late at night, when the night wind blows, it is quite chilly.
After Ye Huang finished speaking, he couldn't help but Nangong Qingyin hugged him.
Feeling the gentleness of the man beside her, Nangong Qingyin nodded gently again and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito.
"Grandpa and the others are watching from behind..."
This was the first time Nangong Qingyin had such close contact with Ye Huang since he was drugged by that bastard Ximen Luo.
"It's cold, so it's not easy to light up. Your mother is not in good health, and I don't want you to be like that."
"Yeah!" After hearing what Ye Huang said, Nangong Qingyin realized that the man in front of him was afraid of being illuminated by himself. He felt moved in his heart again, and the tears that had just stopped cried out again.
"I'm afraid that I won't be able to live without you around in the future."
Sobbing, Nangong Qingyin leaned against Ye Huang's generous chest and spoke softly.
In the past, Nangong Qingyin, because of her father and mother, she no longer believed that there was such a thing as true love in time.
But it wasn't until she met Ye Huang that she truly realized what love was.
It turns out that love is so deep that even breathing will feel painful. Looking at the other person's face can last forever...
"Then never separate. It's a very simple matter. Don't think too much about it."
"Can't you forgive your father yet?"
Gently patting Nangong Qingyin's jade back, Ye Huang asked.
"It's not that I can't forgive. I just feel a little aggrieved and can't let go."
After a long sigh, Nangong Qingyin continued.
"In the past, because of my mother, I knew how to face my father. A cold face and a frozen heart were enough to cope with everything, but now I don't know how to face him."
"Some people say that love and hate are also part of life. Once you get used to loving someone or getting used to hating someone, once you change, it will make you collapse. In fact, you are much stronger than I expected. At least you choose to work hard and be calm.
face."
After hearing the words of the woman next to him, Ye Huang looked at the stars in the sky and said with some emotion.
"What about you, are you looking away? You were in a bad mood when you saw Ye Yuan today."
"Me? I don't want to look away, I'm just learning to get used to it."
"After twenty years of hating, twenty years of resentment, and having long forgotten the love between my parents, they suddenly showed up again. You can imagine how confused I would be at that time, compared to your current situation.
It's much worse."
Ye Huang smiled bitterly.
"But you still got used to it." Nangong Qingyin looked at Ye Huang and said.
"Adaptation, maybe in the face of these problems, all I can do is to adapt numbly. Killers are like this. You must learn to adapt from the first person you kill, otherwise you will never become a killer, and you may even lose your life.
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"In the past twenty years, I have been adapting to the new environment and the new faces around me all the time, so many things have long been numb."
"Qingyin, you are actually much luckier than me. At least you still have your parents accompanying you during your childhood. This is the most precious wealth in life, so don't complain about anything. Learn to cherish it so that you won't lose it. Do you understand?"
Holding Nangong Qingyin's face, Ye Huang comforted him.
