Li Xuanwen is indeed slowly getting better, he is destroying himself in an extreme way, and he is convinced that Wang Xueyan is not a ruthless person.

Wang Xueyan is already a love that has penetrated deep into his soul, and he can't describe the hollowness of not being able to see her. Even if you have the whole world, what color would this world have without her?

Seeing her son sitting in the living room reviewing documents, although his face was still tired, but after all, it was back to normal, Shen Xinhui was happy, and at the same time there was a sense of helplessness.

It seems that her son has to be Wang Xueyan! She, as a mother, can only give in. She handed Li Xuanwen a cup of black tea: "Drink some tea to warm your stomach." Don't work too hard, it's too late to do it later. ”

Li Xuanwen took the teacup, and an apology flashed in his eyes: "Mom, I'm worried about you." ”

She looked at him and said, "I have stayed up for so long without eating or drinking, but my mother is terrified." If something really happens to you, how can you marry Xue Yan?"

He heard the meaning of her words, and his cold face showed doubts: "Mom?"

For the first time, she showed her yearning for his marriage: "I believe that Xue Yan has feelings for you. Otherwise, she wouldn't come over every day to take care of you. ”

He said thoughtfully, "Really?"

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

Wang Xueyan came in, and when she saw Li Xuanwen sitting in the living room, she was secretly surprised in her heart, but she didn't reveal it, and handed the stew in her hand to the nanny as usual.

"Xue Yan, come, come and sit. Shen Xinhui called her affectionately.

Li Xuanwen stared at her, his gaze resting on her face as she sat down.

She looked at Xuanwen and said, "You're just fine, don't look at too many documents, don't you feel tired?"

He put the document in his hand on the coffee table and adjusted his sitting position: "It's really a little tired." ”

Jiang Xinhui got up at the right time and said, "You guys talk for a while." Xue Yan, will you eat at home tonight?"

Wang Xueyan smiled modestly: "Auntie, I'm going home for dinner tonight." Mom is ready. ”

Jiang Xinhui's face stiffened: "Oh, my mother-in-law is also lonely when she eats alone at home." Hearing her say the words "mother-in-law", Wang Xueyan suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Her performance all fell in Li Xuanwen's eyes. He said to her, "I'm all right, don't come again." ”

As he spoke, he continued to pick up the materials on the coffee table and looked down to read them. Wang Xueyan listened and did not speak.

He looked up at her strangely: "Go back, aren't you going to have dinner with your aunt?"

She nodded: "I'll go talk to Auntie." ”

As soon as she got up, Li Xuanwen called her again: "Xue Yan!"

She stopped and turned to look at him, "Hmm!"

"Because of me, you're working hard, aren't you?" asked Li Zhuanwen.

He was sitting on the couch, with his back to her, and he couldn't see his expression, but he could feel his nervousness from his side.

She looked at him: "Xuanwen, believe it or not, I really hope you can live well." ”

He looked up at her from the couch, with a pleading look on his face and a low voice: "Can I continue to care for you like a big brother?"

Wang Xueyan looked at his dark eyes: "Of course you can!"

Shen Xinhui carefully counted Li Xuanwen after she left: "Mom deliberately let you talk more alone together, why did you let her go?"

Li Xuanwen shook his head and said to her, "Mom, do you really want me to marry Xue Yan?"

She sat down and said, "If you can't give up, Mom is willing to change for you." You are my son, and nothing is more important than you. Even if I don't like her, I'll accept her. So, you must not give up, you know?"

Li Xuanwen asked, "Why doesn't she love me?"

"You don't have to pursue love, you can just get someone!son!" Shen Xinhui's tone was decisive and firm.

Wang Xueyan didn't see Song Yizhen when he got home, only the food left on the table. Before she left Li's house, Song Yizhen sent her a WeChat message, saying that she was going to meet a friend.

She couldn't figure it out, her mother had always lived in Lin'an, and she had never heard that she had friends in Hangzhou. What she didn't know was that Song Yizhen came to Hangzhou, not only to see Li Xuanwen, but also to Hua Churong. She made an appointment with Hua Churong, but the other party didn't seem to be very willing, she said on the phone: I am coming to you on behalf of Yuyang. Hua Churong agreed to meet her in her company.

At this time, she sat opposite Hua Churong, with a large desk in between. Hua Churong didn't even treat her as a guest.

She looked at the three words on the crystal card on the huge table: Hua Churong. What a beautiful name! Just like herself!

It's just that life would be as good as it first saw it.

Hua Chu's face was very unnatural, and she cleared her throat: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

Song Yizhen raised her eyes and asked, "Do you love Wang Yuyang?"

Her face changed slightly: "People are no longer there, does it still make sense for you to ask this?"

Song Yizhen didn't care about her attitude: "I love Yuyang very much. In this life, the happiest thing for me is to meet him, the saddest thing is to meet him, the happiest thing is to live with him for a few short years, and the saddest thing is to live with him for a few years. ”

Her tone was low and slow, and there was a kind of magical magic that attracted Hua Churong.

Hua Churong seemed to laugh at her: "Are we best friends who talk about everything?"

But she didn't care, and continued: "Naturally not. I'm just curious, if you love him so much, why don't you stay for him? You know what? ”

Hua Churong's face began to be embarrassed: "Are you coming to preach your victory to me?" If so, put away your pride and go back and enjoy yourself." ”

"Am I proud?" Song Yizhen smiled bitterly: "I actually envy you very much, you can be cherished by him all the time in my heart." He gave me a marriage, but gave you a lifetime of affection. ”

Hua Churong sneered: "So, did you come to me to seek comfort?"

Song Yizhen took out a bulging envelope from her bag, leaned up, and gently placed it in front of her.

She looked at the envelope coldly, looked at Song Yizhen, and waited for her to speak.

Song Yizhen only said lightly: "I have already handed over what should be given to you." In this life, I also have a clear conscience. With that, she got up and prepared to leave.

Hua Churong was in a hurry, she also got up and reached out to grab Song Yizhen, and in a hurry, she knocked down the photo frame on the table.

Song Yizhen turned around and looked at her holding her hand: "Miss Hua?"

She still said with a cold face, "What is this?"

Song Yizhen looked at her straight, seemed to be forbearing, and seemed to be entangled, and finally said: "What Yuyang thinks about most in the hospital is actually you." This is what I found while sorting through his relics. It's full of letters he wrote to you. These belong to you, and I've wanted to give them back to you for so many years. ”

Hua Churong let go of his hand and picked up the envelope, unable to believe his ears.

She looked at Song Yizhen, and the other party's expression was even sadder than herself.

She slowly opened the envelope, pulled out a letter, and unfolded it.

The familiar font jumped on the paper: Rong'er, my dear!

Words are like people, and seeing words are like meeting.

This long-lost voice brought tears to her eyes, and she could no longer stand up for her arrogance.

She was caught in a pang of longing and remorse.

She is not the president of a well-known company, not a strong woman, not an artist, just an ordinary woman who misses her lover and regrets the willfulness of her youth.

She sobbed lowly, sometimes holding the letter to her chest with both hands, closing her eyes and shaking her head, sometimes staring at the letter in her hand, but unconsciously covering her mouth and crying.

Song Yizhen can't enter their world, yes, Wang Yuyang and her world.

Who could have understood how she felt when she found these letters?

In front of whom can she cry her grievances?

She wanted to comfort Hua Churong, but felt that she might not be bothered.

She stood up and lifted the picture frame that had fallen on the table.

But I accidentally saw the photo in the frame: Hua Churong and Wen Yi.