Chapter 631

"By the way, where's Xiaohui?" Fan wenran pretended to look for her everywhere.

Yang Hong lowered his head somewhat unnaturally, coughed softly and said, "she She's gone

"Gone?" Fan wenran grabs Yang Hong's hand. "It has nothing to do with Xiaohui. It's all my fault. If I didn't say that I have a-jun's things in my hand, she wouldn't make a lot of noise with me. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have mentioned a-jun."

"Who is ah Jun?" Yang Hong suddenly frowned and asked coldly.

That tone can instantly turn a high mountain into a Himalaya.

Fan wenran secretly pleased, but the tone is still aggrieved: "Xiaohui never told you?"

"No Yang Hong clenched his fist tightly, and always felt that the a-jun was not simple.

Fan wenran sighed helplessly: "since Xiaohui didn't say it, I can't take the initiative to mention her love history. You still have the chance to ask her yourself."

Of course, you don't have the chance.

In the second half of the sentence, fan wenran didn't say it. He just stroked his stomach and looked at Yang Hong with pear blossom and rain.

However, Yang Hong seems to be trapped in a huge ice cellar, and a kind of deception arises spontaneously.

He and Xiaohui have been together for so long that they have never heard of a man named a Jun. why doesn't she say it? If it's a past tense, she should say it frankly, shouldn't she?

So, how much did this woman hide from herself?

Is

Is even carelessness an appearance?

He suddenly felt a shudder.

Does he really know Xiaohui?

Or is the kind-hearted Xiaohui he saw, who is as careless as a boy, really the real Xiaohui?

For a moment, he couldn't tell which was the real Xiaohui and which was deliberately played.

Seeing that he was in a trance, fan wenran quickly pulled Yang Hong's palm and said in a low voice, "do you think my parents will blame me for not protecting my child well? In fact, I should listen to my mother's words and not come to Xiaohui at this time. I know how exciting it is for her that we are together. I It's all my fault... "

Yang Hong bowed his head and suddenly saw his pitiful eyes. His body was shocked and he grasped fan wenran's palm even harder: "this matter has nothing to do with you. Xiaohui is too impulsive. You can rest assured that I will never let you be wronged in vain."

Too much. That's a life.

Xiaohui is really indifferent now.

I don't know who spoiled it.

"You mustn't say that, Yang Hong. In fact, I know that if it wasn't for the children, you would never marry me. After all, it's all my fault. If it wasn't for the drunkenness that night..."

"All right, all right..." When it comes to drunkenness, Yang Hong's head is even bigger. In fact, he is the culprit of the tragedy. If it wasn't for his relationship with fan wenran when he was drunk, it would not be like this now.

"Don't talk about it any more. Take good care of it. I'll go out and deal with something."

With that, Yang Hong calls a nurse to take care of fan wenran, and he drives to the place where Xiaohui lives.

When I got to the staff dormitory, I had no idea.

The room is clean and tidy, and there is no breath of someone who once lived here.

He went to the balcony and looked down at the people who looked like ants on the ground, but suddenly he felt that he was so small that he couldn't stand the blow of a love.

Over the years, he has been fighting with Jiang muxiao. He thinks that he has a strong endurance, but today he knows that he is so vulnerable to love.

The air is also filled with her smell, playful smile, and blush when shy.

Memory is like an endless great wall, but he can't extract a solid brick wall of memory. He can only follow the vein of the room, lonely to find the proof of her existence.

I do not know why, a certain position of the heart, with did not move a point, he felt more empty.

Clearly this woman, heart and mind this other man, clearly this woman, killed his child, why he just can't hate, can't hate this woman, what's the matter with him in the end!

"Ah

He yelled, like an animal trying to get out of the cage.

However, the empty room can only respond to his cry. In addition, there is no other sound in the room that was once full of sweetness.

After roaring, there is endless silence.

Quiet and boundless.

The feeling of nothingness made him stagger and sit directly on the sofa.

The sun came through the window, but it still didn't warm his cold heart.

At this time, the sound of pulling out the key came from outside, and he jumped up from the sofa, his eyes wide open, staring at the doorknob.A strong premonition told him that Xiaohui must have come back.

It must be.

He knew that she didn't want him.