In the dignified, luxurious yet cozy bedroom, An Ruixin sat in front of the desk in the corner, staring intently at the front.

A computer was placed in front of her, and a familiar video was playing on the computer.

In the video, a group of people are near the ward, watching the crowd debunk the farce of the two couples secretly changing other people's children.

She had watched this video before when things were going wrong, and she would see the child’s father throw the child on the bed and scold the child for losing money. She was only angry.

Angry at the cold heart of the child's father, Tiger Poison still does not eat children, but he can do this to his own biological daughter, treating her as a burden and burden, wishing to have never given birth to her.

But when I look at it now, she only feels sad.

This kind of feeling is like acting in a play, in which there is a very tragic protagonist.

Although she plays this role, she always subconsciously understands that these are fake, and she is much happier in reality than this person.

But suddenly one day she suddenly became the real protagonist, and everything she once performed became reality. She would be at a loss and panic, but more of it was sad.

She still lived the way she didn’t want to live after all!

An Ruixin just looked at the picture on the computer screen over and over again, listening to the words in the heart, her face was numb, as if as long as the heartache was numb, she would never feel the pain again.

Ji Chengze entered the door and saw this picture. Although An Ruixin had no expression on his face, the low air pressure all over his body clearly told him the depression of the person in front of him.

His complexion was slightly dark, and he walked quickly behind An Ruixin and hugged the person into his arms.

An Ruixin was stunned, as if she had just recovered from her wandering, she stretched out her hand to grab Ji Chengze and hugged her hand tightly: "You are back."

"Yeah." Ji Chengze replied in a low voice and tentatively said, "The woman's thing...I have heard about it."

An Ruixin's eyes drooped slightly, and she replied with an unclear meaning: "Oh."

It was the first time that Ji Chengze saw such a deep An Ruixin. For a while, he was a little at a loss and didn't know how to comfort her. He had to call her name in a low voice: "Rui Xin, you..."

Appearing to be aware of Ji Chengze’s worries about her, An Ruixin smiled wryly, looked up at the computer screen again, and asked nonchalantly: "Is it a man or a woman, is it really that important?"

Ji Chengze shook his hand holding An Ruixin tightly, and felt more distressed: "Of course not, you like her daughter better, she looks as beautiful as you, and she is clever. I don't know who your biological mother is, but I dare Certainly, if she knows that you have grown up so well and that so many people like you, she must regret it and regret losing you."

These words of Ji Chengze seem to have accidentally turned on a certain switch. An Ruixin bit her lip and nodded in agreement: "Yes, she sees me so famous and outstanding now, she may regret crying in any corner, just think about it. happy."

Since you are happy, why do you look like you are about to cry?

Ji Chengze stared at the duplicity in his arms, and sighed softly: "If you want to cry, just cry, no one will laugh at you."

"I don't want to cry, it's too late to be happy, she lost me is her loss, I..." An Ruixin's subconscious retort came to an abrupt end, because the tears were completely out of her control. Fall, hit her hand hard, and hit her heart!