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Song Jingyu sat against the edge of the bed, already asleep at this time, breathing for a long time.

He must be tired, Song leisurely looked at An Jingyu's sleeping side face apologetically, Brother Jingyu has been sleeping lightly, it is rare for him to sleep so deeply, so deeply, if he hadn't caused him so much trouble, he wouldn't have been so tired.

Song Youran felt guilty, Brother Jingyu has always been his patron saint, taking care of himself like a family, but what about himself, the more Song Youran thought about it, the more painful he became, he actually hurt his father and Brother Jingyu for a man who didn't love herself, and even played with herself, she used the love they gave her to hurt them, and she also hurt herself all over the body.

Ye Qingfan! Song Youran thought of this person with hatred, the tears in his eyes poured out again, obviously he wanted to stop the tears, but he still cried after sobbing, Song Youran trembled all over, biting his lip and trying not to make a sound.

Song Youran, you big fool, you actually believe it, it is so easy to believe a man's lies, what falls in love at first sight, what rainy nights in Paris, what will be sad and sad when you see you engaged, all fake! It's all a lie! Song Youran, how can you be so stupid, how can a man like him fall in love with a woman so easily, Dad has warned you countless times not to get involved with the play, the play is ruthless, you actually took it all as a deaf ear!

Ye Qingfan, I hate you! I also hate myself for not being able to forget you after you abandoned me so ruthlessly, and I still miss you!

An Jingyu slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Song Youran crying alone, his girl was beautiful and smart, at this moment she was embarrassed, An Jingyu's heart hurt like a needle, he got up and sat next to Song Youran, and gently wiped all the tears on his **** face.

"Jing, Brother Jingyu......" Song Youran's eyes were red and swollen like walnuts, and she couldn't stop sobbing, An Jingyu looked distressed, and gently hugged her in her arms.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, Ye Qingfan, the person I held on the tip of my heart was hurt like this by you, this account, I will settle it with you sooner or later!

Song Youran didn't know how long she had been crying, but when An Jingyu Dior's shirt was already soaked, she was embarrassed to gently push An Jingyu away, lowering her head and being silent like a child who had made a mistake.

"Leisurely, you're my fiancée, are you crying for other men like this now?"

"Brother Jingyu, listen, listen to my explanation." Song Youran anxiously wanted to reply, but just after crying, his body still couldn't stop trembling.

"Listen to what you explain? Explain that you just took care of Ye Qingfan purely to repay the grace of saving your life? Explain that there is nothing between you and him, that you don't have the slightest affection for him? An Jingyu smiled bitterly, "Leisurely, I put all my thoughts into you, not to let you be hurt by other men, cry for other men!" ”

"I ...... Brother Jingyu, I'm really sorry, I ......"

"Well, I don't want to listen to your explanation." An Jingyu waved his hand and pulled Song Youran into his arms again.

"Leisurely, I grew up with you, since I was a child, I thought you were the person I was looking for, when you stood with your uncle, the afterglow of the sunset reflected your face red, and your eyes were clean and clear, at that time I was thinking, I want to protect this girl forever, I hope she will always live so happily."

"But at that time, I couldn't give you anything, my uncle told me, I want to marry you, ten years later, I will wait, wait, wait until ten years later, I finally have something to achieve, I can finally give happiness to the girl I love, I finally got the approval of your family, but that girl is not willing to marry me......"

An Jingyu was close to Song Youran's face, as if he had told Song Youran a bedtime story a long time ago, as if it was someone else's story.

An Jingyu has been calm since he was a child, and the more he grows up, the more introverted he becomes, and he is decisive in the shopping mall, and others say that the young master of the An family is thoughtful and deep like the sea, but Song Youran knows that he has always been gentle and accommodating to himself as before.

But he kept the most sincere and purest love for himself.

And what did you give him?

Is it rejection after rejection, quarrel after quarrel, or hurt again and again? Song Youran didn't dare to think about it.

"I've been waiting, I believe that there will be no one in this world who loves you more than me, I believe that sooner or later you will become my wife, and I will love her for the rest of my life." An Jingyu smiled at the corner of her mouth, "I finally waited for the day when she became my fiancée, her white gauze skirt made me can't help but fantasize about the day she married me, fantasized that my uncle handed over her hand to me, and said to me, I handed it over to you, I thought that as long as I waited, I would always wait for the day when she nodded, I never thought that I would wait until she fell in love with someone else." ”

"Brother Jingyu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Song Youran put her arms around An Jingyu's waist and buried her face in her broad chest, she knew An Jingyu's affection for her and how good he was to herself, but she didn't expect his love for her to be so deep, so deep that she couldn't bear it.

When she thought of his careful way to please herself, and when she thought of him because of one of her likes to do it himself, Song Youran's heart would become more and more blocked.

An Jingyu, why are you so good to me......

An Jingyu, why is the person I love not you......

Song Youran remembered one day many years ago, Brother Jingyu once asked what kind of man she wanted to marry, at that time she had just come to menstruation, and said to An Jingyu like a little adult: "My future husband must be a man who stands up to the sky, is my lifelong patron saint, will hold the whole world in front of me, tell me he loves me......"

It turned out that he had always been her patron saint, doing his best to shelter her from the wind and rain, and guarding her small world as much as possible, but she kept moving forward, but forgot that with his protection he could go so smoothly and colorfully, he was always by her side and never left.

An Jingyu has accompanied her throughout her youth and tendered her life.

"Leisurely ......" he cupped her face with both hands, gently wiped away the tears on her face, and there was joy in his eyes, "I have always been reluctant to let you cry, reluctant to see you suffer a little grievance, but the tears you shed at the moment, even if it is not because you love me but because you are moved by me, I feel that everything I have done is worth it." ”

An Jingyu's face slowly descended, and he gently kissed Song Youran's lips, like the most sacred sacrifice. There was a fine tingling touch on his lips, and this time, Song Youran did not resist.