"Don't worry, from now on, I won't be able to touch a hair of yours." Xiang Yutian looked at her deeply, with a soft expression on his arrogant face and a doting voice, "So you can continue to be confident!"
"..."
Jiang Weiwei couldn't resist Xiang Yutian who frequently showed his love to him.
Apart from keeping a cold face, she didn't know what to say in response.
"Miaomiao, you have nothing else to ask?" Why is she not curious or special about their past?
Does this memory mean nothing to her?
Hearing this, Jiang Weiwei's eyes flashed, and he wanted to ask, for example, why he pretended to be mute in the first place, for example -
"Why did you leave suddenly?" Jiang Weiwei asked.
Three days later, she ran to the red-brick fisherman's house with her porridge in hand. She never saw the boy again in that corner, which was empty.
She looked for it for a long time.
She was worried that he would starve to death, so she carried porridge there as usual every day, but she never saw him again. Every time, she waited until the porridge had gone cold. Gradually, she stopped going to the fisherman's house.
Hearing this question, Xiang Yutian stood in front of her, his face darkened, his eyes darkened, and after two seconds he said in a low voice, "I met my adoptive father, and he promised to avenge me, so I will go with him.
Already."
"revenge?"
What revenge?
"Can you drive?" Xiang Yutian suddenly asked, obviously unwilling to mention this topic.
"meeting."
"Get in the car and go back to the hospital." Xiang Yutian threw the car keys to her, walked around the car and got into the passenger seat, holding the door casually with one hand, looking unrestrained.
If he didn't go for treatment, he would collapse in front of her.
Jiang Weiwei took the car keys and got into the driver's seat, not objecting to his proposal. After all, she would rather go to the place full of disinfectant in the hospital than to be alone here with their own thoughts.
But what revenge does Xiang Yutian want?
She had never heard An Cheng talk about anyone Xiang Yutian had a feud with when he was young. It seemed that An Cheng had not found out a lot of information about Xiang Yutian.
Jiang Weiwei started the car and drove the sports car away from the seaside in the dusk.
She drove the car smoothly on the road in Haikou. Haikou is a small seaside city under development. It is not developed and always has a gray feeling.
The car drove forward slowly.
While passing through a path, a mother-in-law's figure suddenly appeared in Jiang Weiwei's sight.
She was an old woman in her seventies, with half-white hair and wearing the most outdated dark floral shirt.
She was slowly coming up from the river. Her back was hunched, which made her look very short. Even her steps were staggering, and every step was difficult.
Jiang Weiwei drove past the old woman, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands.
The next second, Jiang Weiwei couldn't help but look in the rearview mirror at the figure that was getting farther and farther away. It was difficult to even walk with a hunched back...
Grandma.
It turns out that grandma is already so old.
"Stop." Xiang Yutian's commanding voice came from beside him.
Jiang Weiyi quickly stepped on the brakes.
"Why are your eyes red?"
Jiang Weiwei's chin was forced to turn by Xiang Yutian. He looked at her inquiringly, then looked back and saw only an old woman, "Do you know her?"
"I don't know."
Jiang Weiwei blinked, pretended to be calm and said, continuing to drive forward, "It's nothing, I'll drive."
"Yeah." He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ears.