Finally seeing An Ming, Zhao Tianqing was so excited that he seemed to be in a dream, he was afraid that he would disappear as soon as he reached out and touched An Ming, and woke up from the dream, but the childlike voice of the child sounded in his ears, this is not a dream.

  "Anming ???"

  An Ming came back to his senses, turned around and ran, and Zhao Tianqing chased after him.

  An Huaixiong hugged the people and got up to go over, it was really anxious, it was not easy to meet a sincere person, and it was even more difficult to meet a person who sincerely liked each other, because of a little misunderstanding and separation, it was not worth it!

  Mother An came out with a spoon, a little angry: "There is such a big movement when the door is closed, I am worried about waking up the baby, Qiqi and I are busy, can you take care of it?"

  Later, when he saw that Zhao Tianqing was gone, he wondered: "What about Tianqing? An Ming hasn't come back yet? When has this been, why is there no one to worry about?"

  I found that An Huaixiong's face was wrong: "Aren't they getting along very well? Why are they separated this time? Don't there be something wrong? Huaixiong, did you already know?"

  An Huai's bear head is big, and one problem is not solved, and the other comes again. It's better to keep this matter a secret, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

  "Mom, Tianqing and An Ming have left beforehand, and they will come back when they are free. ”

  An's mother's voice raised an octave: "What? It's just a few days all year round, and it's just a matter if you don't come usually, what is this like? You call An Ming and say that if you don't come today, you will never come." ”

  An Huaixiong endured the headache and comforted him for a while. After a while, the baby woke up, and An's mother was distracted and stopped mentioning the stubble.

  An Ming ran to the elevator and was about to press the button, the elevator door opened, Zhao Tianqing panicked, finally saw An Ming, and had the opportunity to explain clearly, how could he watch An Ming disappear from front of his eyes again

  I never knew An Ming was running so fast before.

  The moment the elevator door closed, Zhao Tianqing pressed the button, the elevator door opened, and he saw An Ming standing in the corner of the elevator, the moment his eyes met, there were grievances, pain, anger and stubbornness.

  Zhao Tianqing was blindsided for a while, and he had a thousand words in his heart, but he couldn't say anything at the moment.

  The rest of the people waited to go down, and saw Zhao Tianqing dominating the door, not entering or leaving, and his eyes were a little unkind.

  An old man said, "Young man, you can't go down?"

  Zhao Tianqing nodded: "Oh, go down!" An Ming wanted to go down, but Zhao Tianqing would definitely follow, a few steps away from his brother's house, and when there was a disturbance, it would inevitably make them worried.

  Zhao Tianqing came to An Ming and looked at An Ming without blinking, afraid that An Ming would disappear from front of him in the blink of an eye.

  An Ming clasped his hands, and the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger. The prey ran away, and the hunter lost face, so he naturally wanted to find it back and continue to play.

  Bite???

  The elevator door opened, and An Ming bypassed Zhao Tianqing and was about to run, but one hand was only grabbed by Zhao Tianqing: "An Ming, don't go, listen to me, I know you are angry, but things are not as you heard at the beginning." ”

  Finally regained the ability to organize the language.

  An Ming tried hard to regain his hand freedom, and glared at Zhao Tianqing: "I don't listen to any explanation, and I'm not angry, the past is gone, there is no need to entangle." ”

  Zhao Tianqing was injured and aggrieved: "There will never be a past in my place, we have no past tense, only the present tense and the future tense." ”

  "I'm going to entangle, I'm going to entangle, I'm going to be entangled. No one has never made a mistake, doesn't it mean that everyone who makes a mistake has a chance to repent? Why haven't I?"

  An Ming's heart ached, and his face was still stubborn: "In the past, is there a difference between forgiving and not forgiving?"

  How can I get my heart back when I break it? How can I go back to the past? I can't recognize the reality and be hurt again? She doesn't want to!