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An Hao shook his head.

"Then sleep on the street." Lin Lang said as he turned to leave. Just as he took a step forward, his shirt was grabbed.

He lowered his eyes and saw the hand holding onto his shirt. His slender fingers were tightly clenched, as if he was grabbing onto the only hope of survival.

Lin Lang couldn't help but turn his head to look at her eyes. Those eyes still contained tears, and they looked like a pool of clear water.

An Hao realized that he was angry and couldn't help but apologize in a small voice: "I'm sorry … Actually, I know I can't blame you for this … Someone is going to design me... I won't be able to escape no matter how hard I try … "I just can't accept it. I want to find someone to vent my anger on …"

As she spoke, she lowered her head and tightened her grip on his shirt, "This matter is shameful. I don't even know who to tell. You are the only one who knows, so I can only ask you to vent to me … You, don't be angry with me. "

With your pitiful little figure, who would still have the heart to be angry with you?

Lin Lang had lived for 26 years, and for the first time, he found out that he actually had the quality of being protective of the fairer sex.

An Hao was a little stunned, he raised his head and saw the man turn around and squat down in front of her.

Looking at the back of the person squatting in front of him, An Hao was stunned, and suddenly remembered the first time she met Chen Xiyang, she had injured her leg in the process, and he was also squatting in front of her like that, smiling as he said: "Come up, I'll carry you to the infirmary."

His voice was extremely warm, and his smile was even brighter than the sun of that day, making it impossible to refuse.

An Hao smiled, and then blurrily climbed up his back, his arms tightly wrapped around his neck, and his head buried in the back of his neck.

Lin Lang was almost strangled to death by her, his hands grabbing onto her sleeves. The leg dragged her up and she said, "Can you not hold her so tightly? You've even climbed onto my back, are you afraid that I would run away? "

"Yes, I'm afraid." An Hao muttered and pouted. He kissed his neck. She crossed her legs over his waist. "Just keep carrying me like this. Don't ever let go of me, okay?"

"You're talking nonsense... "Damn." Lin Lang secretly cursed: "Don't tell me you mistook me for the wrong person, you don't even dare act out a show like that anymore, do you know? Drunkard. "

The drunkard didn't make a sound, but used more strength to tie his neck, and the leg around his waist didn't relax at all.

Lin Lang really wanted to throw her in the trash can and let her fend for herself, but thinking of how she was squatting in the trash can with tears in her eyes like a puppy, looking at someone as if she was some kind of master, Lin Lang couldn't help but drag her, preventing her from sliding down his back.

He thought the drunkard on his back had fallen asleep, so he subconsciously took light steps until he reached the apartment building. Only then did he feel the wetness from his neck.

Did he cry again? Lin Lang frowned and opened his mouth, but he did not say a single word as he carried him into the apartment building.

The sound of inhaling could be heard, followed by a sobbing murmur from the woman, "Actually, I purposely hid it from him in the Civil Affairs Bureau today. From his eyes, I knew that once I made it clear, he wouldn't marry me, so I purposely didn't say it. I just wanted to marry him, so I was selfish, so I ended up like this. Do you think I deserve it?"

After she said that, the leg around his waist slipped. Lin Lang frowned, he did not know if this brat was really drunk, and now he knew who he was?