In Sichuan, he witnessed the life-and-death love between the two of them, and they had announced their engagement in such a high-profile manner before. How could it suddenly happen like this in just a few days?!
"Don't ask, I don't want to tell."
The matter related to her mother and father, and she couldn't talk about such things.
Even she herself couldn't accept that her mother would do such a thing.
Although my father was never at home for a long time, the two of them had always been so loving. Every time my father came home, he would spend almost all his time with his mother, helping her wash dishes, vegetables, and even wash her feet...
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That man pampered his wife like a princess. How could a mother betray such a father?!
"I know, this is a matter between the two of you. As a friend, I shouldn't ask too many questions." Seeing her tightening her lips and trying to control her emotions, Jiao Yang tried to control what he wanted to do.
He held her in his arms and thought comfortingly, "I just think you... you are happy."
"I'm sorry, Jiao Yang, you really don't want to say it." Luo Xiaoqian said with a downcast face.
"Then... okay..." He raised his hand and patted his chest, "Although there is only a great friendship between us, I don't mind lending you my shoulder to lean on."
Luo Xiaoqian raised her face and smiled at him reluctantly, "Can I go upstairs for a while?"
"Of course!" Jiao Yang stood up and got out of the way, saying in a teasing tone, "My study is very soundproofed. If you need to have some relief, you can go there, the second room on the left."
Luo Xiaoqian didn't say anything, she just turned around and went upstairs instead of going to the study. She went straight to the terrace on the second floor.
Jiao Yang hesitated for a while upstairs, feeling uneasy after all, so he walked up softly and saw her sitting on the terrace with her back to him, her arms wrapped around her legs, her chin on her knees, her slightly curved back
You can see the bones, like a lonely statue.
Looking at the thin background, his heart ached uncontrollably again.
For the first time in his life, he was worried about gain and loss because of a woman.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it between his lips. He slowly sat on the floor and leaned against the wall, holding the cigarette in his mouth but not lighting it.
A man and a woman sat in silence.
She was standing on the terrace, and he was in the dark corridor, like an angel guarding his goddess.
This sitting lasted all night.
She didn't sleep, so naturally he couldn't sleep either.
It wasn't until the alarm clock rang in the bedroom that Jiao Yang stood up, walked into the bedroom, turned off the alarm clock, and came to the corridor. He saw Luo Xiaoqian still maintaining his posture, and he took two steps in her direction.
Then he turned back to the living room, grabbed the phone from the coffee table, and dialed a number.
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The Leng family mansion.
Leng Zimo frowned and slept on the pillow. Shen Yizhou sat next to him, also dozing off.
Beside, the liquid medicine hanging on the shelf had just been replaced and was slowly flowing drop by drop.
On the small cabinet beside the bed, Leng Zimo's cell phone rang suddenly.
Just as Shen Yizhou straightened up, Leng Zimo had already stood up and grabbed the phone.
"Any news?"
There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone.
"I am Jiao Yang."
The bright light in Leng Zimo's eyes suddenly dimmed, "Are you okay?"
On the other end of the phone, Jiao Yang raised his face and glanced in the direction of the stairs.
