Jun Yiqing's gaze darkened, his fingers that were already curled up became harder and harder, he was silent for a moment, and said in a dumb voice: "It's almost over." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Lu Changxi still hung her head.

Tick...... Tick......

Jun Yiqing saw the water droplets falling from the brown wooden floor that could be seen by the naked eye, and turned her face to look at her.

Lu Changxi's delicate little face was completely covered in her hair, tears kept rolling down, her little fist grabbed her clothes tightly, and she sobbed and trembled slightly: "You don't have to lie to me, my father can't come back, right?"

Jun Yiqing's harsh gaze that fell on her suddenly became soft, and guilt spread.

"Won't he come back?" Lu Changxi choked and slowly raised her wet face.

In the big eyes that always shone with pure light before, they turned red, and the sad and painful look in them stabbed Jun Yiqing a little painfully.

He looked at her, wrinkled his eyebrows slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes." ”

Lu Changxi cried even more fiercely, Jun Yiqing didn't know how she could have so many tears, as if she would never finish.

The more Lu Changxi cried, the less strength her body few, and in the end, the whole person squatted down, and her already thin body shrunk into a ball and became even smaller.

"Why is this happening...... No...... How could he be willing to leave me alone...... No......"

He knew it...... I'm in this world...... He was the only relative...... How could he be so ruthless......"

"What to do...... I...... What am I going to do. ”

Jun Yiqing looked at Lu Changxi, who was squatting on the ground and crying uncontrollably, and finally said in a deep voice: "You are not alone. ”

Lu Changxi was slightly stunned, and lifted her teary eyes to look at Jun Yiqing with pitiful eyes, tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision.

When Jun Yiqing said this, the pain in his heart went beyond his shoulders.

It seems that the pain was more intense than the bullet penetrating his body.

He stared at Lu Changxi's misty eyes in front of him, and a phantom appeared in front of him.

Will she cry? Shen Dunian, who can hold back her tears, will never shed a single tear.

It turns out.

Shen Dunian didn't cry.

The Chu family villa, in a pink bedroom with a girlish atmosphere.

Chu Li was wearing a light blue nightgown and was sitting cross-legged on the strawberry sofa on the left side of the bedroom.

Shen Dunian took a shower, didn't even blow his hair, and went back to the bedroom from the bathroom.

When he pushed open the door and saw Chu Li, he was slightly stunned.

Chu Li really didn't think of himself as a man, and went into her room as if he was joking.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Chu Li raised his gaze and looked at her.

Shen Dunian was wearing a lace-trimmed white nightdress he had personally bought for her, a shawl covering half of her slender arms, the skirt was five inches above her ankles, and her neckline was high, always conservative.

The eyes on her unpowdered face as deep as Bitan were as black as her dripping ink hair now.

"Why didn't you blow your hair?!" Chu Li pulled his legs off the sofa, put on his slippers and walked towards her.

Shen Dunian walked in, blocked in front of him, and said lightly: "Tired, dry naturally." ”

Chu Li's eyebrows twisted slightly, and he reached out and pushed her aside and walked out.

Shen Dunian let out a faint sigh and walked to the sofa and sat down.

After a while, Chu Li came in with a hair dryer, and without handing it to Shen Wannian, he plugged it into the plug above her head and turned on the switch.

Shen Dunian tilted her head and looked at him puzzled, seeing his hand reaching towards her ink hair, she subconsciously blocked it: "I'll come by myself." ”

Chu Li gently opened her hand and forcibly rubbed her wet hair.

The warm wind hits lukewarmly.