She pursed her trembling lips and avoided his question, "I don't like you being so close to other women, even your uncle's daughter."
Feng Yan smiled, lowered his head and looked at her, "Is this what you're crying about?"
"Feng Yan, I'm talking to you very seriously." She sniffed, thinking that she must look extremely ugly.
So, she buried her face in his arms again, hugged his waist, and said nothing.
She had always wanted to leave him, but when she really had a reason to leave, she found that her heart seemed to be lost.
"I'm also listening very carefully."
"You didn't, you were laughing at me, you are annoying, why are you laughing at me?"
"Fool, didn't you say that? As long as I'm here, you won't be afraid of anything." He understood what she was afraid of.
Lowering his head, his warm thin lips gently touched her quivering lips, kissing her tenderly and with pity, revealing an indescribable attachment and doting.
"Be good! I'm here, it's okay!" He held her face, kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes, and from time to time wiped away the tears that made him feel distressed with his thumb.
"Ayan..."
"Yeah! I'm here!" He whispered softly.
Yes! He is here!
He said that as long as he is with you, you will not be afraid of anything!
She sighed and placed his hand tightly on her cheek, covering her stinging eyes.
At this moment, how much she needed this man and his warm and strong embrace.
Feng Yan silently hugged her tightly and pressed her head to his chest. In just a moment, his clothes were soaked in tears.
Feng Yan felt heartache and gently stroked her long hair. He looked up and saw patches of blue shrouded in the street lights, like a dream.
"The jacaranda is so beautiful!" Su Hanyan had tears in the corners of her eyes. Maybe beautiful things are fleeting.
So such a beautiful flower actually has such a sad word.
Waiting for love in despair!
"Ayan..."
"Um?"
"If grandma was... maybe I would be considered a sinner, if it wasn't for my father..." Su Hanyan squeezed into Feng Yan's arms, hugged his neck, and sobbed softly into his chest.
Her mother's death was related to the Feng family. It was so difficult to accept the truth.
"Don't think too much about this matter, no one will blame you..." Feng Yan said softly, leaning down and kissing her forehead, cheeks, tip of nose, and finally landed on her trembling lips.
.
But he only paused for a moment, then raised his head, still hugging her body that was starting to tremble tightly, and caressing her trembling back soothingly.
"You were going to the hospital when you left, but you didn't tell me," she lay in his arms, crying, "I understand...understand...I think I shouldn't go to the hospital."
"Hey! You're Su Hanyan, why are you crying like this? It's not in line with your character..." He forced a smile and kissed her forehead.
The beloved woman cried into tears, and his heart was also involved, and the pain made him suffocate.
"Don't feel guilty. It has nothing to do with you. That happened many years ago." He comforted in a low voice.
"Really, why do I want to marry you in Las Vegas?" She took her hands away from his waist and took a deep breath, "Fortunately, it's fake, so it shouldn't affect anything.
What do you think?"
Feng Yan suppressed a smile, made an indifferent expression, let go of his hand, and looked at the silent street without saying a word.