Chapter 25: You went to him, didn't you?
The car stopped at the corner near the school, Fang Xinyu rubbed his eyes, made sure that there was no one left and right, and then opened the door. Mo Mingjin held her arm from behind, "Breakfast." β
Fang Xinyu smiled, with the faint sunshine in the early morning, bright and warm: "See you at noon." β
Mo Mingjin nodded, she slipped away quickly, and even her back was happy and carefree.
Until her figure disappeared, Xiao Liu smiled very much: "Fourth master, do you want to leave now, or will you reminisce for a while?"
Mo Mingjin's eyes instantly flew like a knife: "What do you say?"
β¦β¦ Xiaoliu was most afraid of his non-yin and yang-like tone, so he immediately stepped on the accelerator and left decisively.
Fang Xinyu only has one class today, and she will graduate in the New Year, as long as she has passed the failed subjects. She left the classroom at ten o'clock, she didn't tell Mo Mingjin, and came to the school garden alone.
She sits beside a rockery, in front of a clear man-made lake, where evergreen holly and pine trees and blooming camellias add color to the winter desolation. Fang Xinyu couldn't enjoy the scenery, she hesitated for a long time with her mobile phone, found the blacklist, and dialed last night's number.
The answer over there was very fast, and the man's voice was happy and excited: "Heart rain, heart rain!"
Fang Xinyu's heart was like the ice on the lake cracking in an instant, painful and astringent, and she tried her best to make a calm "um" sound. The man asked, "Where the hell have you been, and why haven't you contacted me for so long?"
"I'm in Lanjiang City. β
There was a sudden silence over there: "You...... You went to find him, didn't you?"
"No, I'm just going to school here and start living again," Fang Xinyu blurted out a lie, she looked at the white camellia in a daze, "Wenbo, I have already made it clear to you, let's forget it." Your career in Switzerland has also developed well in the past few years, and you can have any kind of woman you want, so don't cling to the past. β
"It's you who shouldn't cling to the past!" Fang Wenbo was anxious, angry, and distressed: "I know you can't let go of your hatred, but have you ever thought that your uncle and aunt are willing for you to do this? What kind of person Mo Mingjin is, don't you still know, three years ago, he was able to make them disappear without a trace even by the police, do you think that you can make him pay for his blood debts by changing his face and even changing his name?"
Fang Xinyu was silent. She believed she could, and she was ready. Even if she wants to break her bones and damage herself, she wants him to die and ask him to give her back his life!
"Have you forgotten?" After a while, Fang Xinyu smiled lightly, and his voice was ethereal: "Have you forgotten what you saw me that night?" Wenbo, you sometimes have nightmares, let alone me. β
"Xinyu," Xue Wenbo was dumbfounded, and wanted to persuade him again, but Fang Xinyu interrupted him: "Don't contact me again, I will live well, and try to learn to let go of hatred, you have a good life, I hope you are happy." β
He is her only relative in this world, the only one who cares.
Fang Xinyu hung up the phone and didn't give Xue Wenbo a chance to speak. Xue Wenbo, who was far away in Switzerland, held his mobile phone, his face pale and worried.
If you really forget, they grew up as childhood sweethearts, he was her fiancΓ©, why didn't she stay with him? She clearly just couldn't let go, she was killing herself.
Xue Wenbo remembered the tragedy of that night, and he was cold all over. If Mo Mingjin knew, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Fang Xinyu sat in a daze, it was very cold in winter, and there was no one nearby. But she seemed to be not afraid of the cold winter, and her whole body was unconscious.
Until the phone rang again, this time it was Mo Mingjin. She looked at the caller ID for a while, took a second to collect her emotions, and when she picked up the phone again, she was already in a cheerful and relaxed tone.