Chapter Seventy-Three: Discouraged

As soon as Weiye left, Ruoxi hurriedly closed the door, leaned her back against the door, the strength of the disguise collapsed instantly, and the tears rolled down like pearls with broken threads, she cried silently, venting her sadness and mourning her love. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info ten thousand arrows piercing the heart like pain is nothing more than that, she feels that she has a feeling of being Lingchi, there is no color in front of her, and there seems to be little point in living. However, the sad situation of Shikang's parents after the death of Shikang appeared in her mind, yes, she was the only dependence of her parents and could not fall.

In the evening, in the hotel room, three people sat around with different expressions. Shi Ran was the first to break the silence: "It's strange, she doesn't seem to be angry, generally speaking, shouldn't she stage a scene of crying, making trouble and hanging herself?" She just broke it off? It seems that she is really a hard-hearted woman. Gong Xun shook his head and disagreed: "I said earlier, Wang Ruoxi is a special girl, she must be thinking about Mr. Lin, so she chose to quit to fulfill him." ”

"In that case, she is still a good person, why did she do such a cruel thing in the first place? Gong Xun, don't you send good people cards indiscriminately, a demon girl is a demon girl, maybe she doesn't have a little sincerity towards David. Right, David? ”

Wei Ye Wu fell into deep thought, he knew that Ruoxi's feelings for him were absolutely true, but Ruoxi's performance today was indeed a little unexpected, and the breakup didn't seem to hit her much, he thought that she was going to at least quarrel with him, or beg him to change his mind, but she accepted everything calmly, and still carved a mark on Wei Ye's heart, and added some confusion to Ruoxi's opinion, but it was also mixed with a hint of appreciation, Xiao Nizi also has a bit of a general's demeanor, and she is calm and self-controlled.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Shi Ran raised his voice and asked him, and he came back to his senses: "Let's not discuss her, it's good that the matter is settled." By the way, tell me about you, are you going back to Gong Xun's hometown? Weiye digressed the topic.

Gong Xun and Shi Ran nodded at the same time. So the three of them were interested in discussing other things together.

At this time, Ruoxi was nesting in his room, sad. After work, she went home directly, Ruoxi's parents were happy, their daughter came back from a business trip for so long, but looking at her daughter with a tired face and a sleepy look, Ruoxi's parents were distressed, Ruoxi beat her spirit and exchanged a few words with them, and then hid in the room under the pretext of being uncomfortable. Her parents simply thought that she was tired from the journey, but fortunately they didn't think about other places and let their daughter have a good rest. The old couple was busy with the meal.

When my parents asked, how to answer, seeing that the two old people were full of interest, Ruoxi felt that sooner or later she would have to face this problem, and her head became more and more painful.

At this time, Qiao Wei's phone call came in.

"Ruoxi, great, great joy, Yicheng's mother's test results are out, it's not cancer! It's an inflammatory shade, just take medicine to treat it. But Yi Cheng and I were so happy, Yi Cheng said that he went straight from hell to heaven. I'll come to work tomorrow, Yicheng said, please have dinner tomorrow to celebrate, do you hear, dear! I really want to sing loudly and dance a big dance now. Qiao Wei said like a bean in a bamboo tube.

Ruoxi was also happy for Fan's mother, but thinking that she would have to explain to Qiao Wei about breaking up with Weiye tomorrow, her mood was low again. With Qiao Wei's character, she definitely wants to go to Weiye to make a fuss, and how to appease this aunt is really sad. Ruoxi's headache continued to worsen. Yicheng said that he went from hell to heaven, but Ruoxi is now planted from heaven to hell.

What will tomorrow look like?