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When Fen Qiao went home, his mind was in a mess, and at this moment, he felt that his whole mind was about to explode. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Her body subconsciously dodged Gu Yan's hand.

It was only when she saw Gu Yan's slightly stunned eyes that she realized what she had done. But her brain couldn't help but worry about Gu Yan's feelings, her father's appearance before his death was like a flash camera in a movie in front of her eyes, and she had no mind to take care of anything else.

Fen Qiao never thought that his father's death was actually a murder.

In her impression, her father was kind and kind, and donated money to orphanages in Diancheng every year, and letters written by orphanage children used to fill the study like snowflakes. Fen Qiao is proud to have such a father, and his father is a hero in her mind that no one can compare with.

But such a man, his death was more miserable than anyone else's, and the kidnappers shot him several times to ensure that he died on the spot. The body underwent numerous repairs before it was cremated intact. Fen Qiao had never seen the body before it was restored, and she only had time to hurriedly catch a glimpse of her father's blue and purple face before the cremation.

It was from that day that Fen Qiao's life was turned upside down.

She is a complete idiot, and she has only been able to get a glimpse of the truth several years after her father's unjust death. The real murderer has not yet paid for his life and is at ease in prison. Even Gao Ling had a marriage relationship with him.

How aggrieved will Dad be if he knows underground?

His wife is married to the enemy who killed him, and his beloved daughter has no heart to live. No one stood up for him, no one avenged for him. He could only lie alone in the ground, and then gradually forgotten by the world.

Fen Qiao couldn't imagine what her father's mood was like underground, but at this moment, her heart was wrenched and painful.

That's her dad!

For more than ten years, he cherished Fenqiao as a pearl in the palm of his hand.

Wake her up at the bedside every morning, shave her stubble, and give her a good morning kiss; When the sun rises, send her to school, stand still and watch her walk into the classroom; She will even mark the translation of new words in advance on her English books; Comfort her, teach her, support her step by step to grow up, and tell her to be an excellent person.

Everything Fen Qiao wanted and couldn't think of, Dad did it for her.

He's such a good father, but she's not a good daughter.

For the first time, Fen Qiao found out that she lived so timidly and cowardly. The privileged environment that her father gave her was a safe and sterile petri dish, and she was used to being a little princess who did not know anything about the world, and she would never want to go out of this vessel again, even if the person who created it all for her with her own hands was dead.

She is blindly immersed in her own world, only knowing how much suffering she has, how many misfortunes she has experienced, complaining about this and that, but she has never opened her eyes to take a good look at the truth.

Why couldn't she have noticed it earlier?

All the kidnapped people came back safely, except for Dad. Dad was buried in that deep mountain for no reason, but she casually believed the official statement and never looked down.

She was so selfish, her father gave her everything, loved her for more than ten years, until he was buried in the ground, and she didn't have time to do anything for him

。 lived in this world without heart and lungs, and continued to call the enemy Uncle Feng. I didn't know that her father died so wronged.

Of course, Fen Qiao knows that even if there is no Gu Yan, Feng An will attack his father sooner or later, but the word "sooner or later" is full of many uncertain factors, maybe at that time, his father just met the opportunity and escaped?

Dad was always kidnapped by Gu Yan.

She knew that this kind of thinking was wrong, that life and death were fateful, and that this matter could not be attributed to an innocent person. But no matter how she persuaded herself, her psychology couldn't deviate from this bend.

She's doing unjustified anger. No, strictly speaking, she transferred her anger and resentment towards herself to Gu Yan. She can't forgive Gu Yan now, but in fact, the person she can't forgive the most is herself.

She hated herself for living comfortably and happily, but her father died a bleak and aggrieved death.

It's fate that has arranged it wrong, and a selfish and cowardly person like her doesn't deserve the life she has now.

The empty white porcelain cup was held between the palms of Fen Qiao's hands, and she sat quietly at the head of the bed for a long time, distracted, without saying a word.

Gu Yan's heart became heavier and heavier, until he felt that time was extremely obscure, he pursed his lips, and finally opened his mouth and called her softly.

"Fenqiao ......"

Fen Qiao's knuckles on the cup turned white with force, and she looked up at Gu Yan blankly, her eyes empty.

"Are you blaming me?" Gu Yan stared at her eyes seriously, his dark black eyes were like a pool of unfathomable well water. He can look directly at the bottom of people's hearts at a glance, see through people, and she has nothing to hide.

Fen Qiao's mouth opened slightly, and he spoke, trying several times, and finally made a sound.

"I'm sorry." Short, dry.

After the words fell, Fen Qiao quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him again.

That's to blame him.

Gu Yan stood in place and didn't move, only feeling extremely stiff. There is such a disheartening thing in this world.

The only time in my life that I gave unreserved love and dedication was at this moment, because of Fen Qiao's fluttering words, it was burned.

He couldn't deceive himself, and the piece of his heart that had been chiseled away was painful and hollow.

It feels strange, so strange that people can't calm down and be reasonable.

He wanted to grab Fen Qiao's shoulder and ask her why he could say this sentence so easily, easily drawing a clear and insurmountable line between them.

Gu Yan didn't guess the result he had predicted until now, he had already calmly done the worst psychological construction at the beginning, but at the moment, he couldn't accept it.

He's good at controlling and manipulating people's hearts.

Whether it is a family member or a friend, a subordinate or a collaborator, he can stand outside their circle, calmly and rationally calculate, and promote the result to achieve the goal.

But he forgot that the human heart is the most complex thing in the world, and no matter how many theories and formulas he uses, there will always be times when it will be in vain. Because he missed his heart, he couldn't apply all this to Fen Qiao.

"Have you really figured it out? Jojo

。 Gu Yan's throat was dry and stiff, and he heard his voice so ugly and hoarse when he opened his mouth.

No, no, no!

Fen Qiao's chest was screaming.

Her head hurt so much that it was about to explode, her heart seemed to be being squeezed desperately in the palm of her hand, and the feeling of depression and suffocation came up wave after wave, but the picture in her mind was full of her father's blue and purple face before entering the cremation room, flashing over and over again, reminding her over and over again, whipping and torturing her soul over and over again.

"I'm sorry."

She heard herself repeat mechanically.

There are two kinds of people in this world.

The first type of person is cruel to others, and the second type of person is cruel to himself, and the latter is the most terrible compared to these two kinds of people.

Fenqiao is the latter.

However, she is a little different from the second type of person in the ordinary sense.

She is ruthless to others, so she can only be ruthless to herself in everything. Whatever happens, look for the wrong reason from yourself. Then blame yourself, force yourself, reflect on yourself, and abuse yourself.

It is as if a way to find relief from this sick emotion.

But the reality is: she fell deeper and deeper in such a pathological way, and the burden became heavier and heavier, until her reason collapsed and her mind became paralyzed.

Just like now, she was obviously clamoring in her heart that she was unwilling, but she still answered Gu Yan incorrectly, masochistically: "I want to calm down for a while." ”

"Okay."

After a long wait, Gu Yan agreed to her in a low voice.

Both understood what the answer meant.

"When your fever subsides, I will let Sister-in-law Zhang start to prepare."

Wait until the fever subsides.

This is Gu Yan's final bottom line.

Fen Qiao's low-grade fever burned his cheeks crimson, his brain was still swelling with pain, and his consciousness was extremely clear.

She watched Gu Yan's back leave, the back in a suit was slender and straight, silent and resolute, walking slowly, step by step but extremely firm, until she disappeared outside the bedroom door without looking back.

Syllable!

The white porcelain cup rolled to the ground from Fen Qiao's palm and shattered.

Fenqiao suddenly sobered up.

The splash of broken porcelain slices cut a small hole in the back of her hand, and the wound slowly coagulated with blood.

The blood-red beads were particularly dazzling on the jade-like skin, and she stared at it for a long time, without reaching out to wipe it, lying down, turning over, and covering the quilt.

There was no oxygen in the quilt, and her whole face was red, and she stubbornly refused to lift it.

When the brain loses air, it doesn't have the energy to think about all the mess.

It's a great way to treat suppressed anxiety

……

"You go in, lift the quilt on Fenqiao's head, and clean the broken porcelain pieces on the carpet." Gu Yan commanded expressionlessly.

The maid didn't dare to come out, and bowed her head and said yes.

After working in the Gu family for so long, she felt the emotions under Gu Yan's cold and flat expression for the first time. That kind of forbearance is so oppressive that people can't breathe.

She didn't dare to look up at Gu Yan, let alone wonder why Mr. stood outside Miss Fenqiao's bedroom for so long like a door god, and hurried into the bedroom with only tools.

Miss Fen Qiao had a fever, was easily sleepy, and had fallen asleep, and she easily lifted the quilt on which she was covering her head.

The porcelain pieces of the cup were very broken and fell into the carpet, and for fear of disturbing Miss Fenqiao's sleep, she took a long time to clean it lightly.

Before going out and packing up her tools, she inadvertently saw the scratches on Fen Qiao's hands.

The scratches are not deep, but they can be very harsh.

She lowered her head and grabbed her tools, and walked briskly out of the bedroom.

There was no light outside Jinrong Pavilion, and after coming out a few steps, the maid suddenly found the man standing in place, and was so frightened that she took a few steps back.

In the dark night, Gu Yan's silhouette was tall and straight. He just stood there, in the same position she had been in before she entered the bedroom, as if he hadn't moved at all.

It's a wall away from the bedroom, but it never takes a step inside.

"Sir......" As soon as she opened her mouth, she saw Gu Yan put on a silent posture.

"Fen Qiao is asleep?" He asked her quietly.

"Yes." She also replied in a low voice.

When Gu Yan heard this, his expression finally relaxed.

She thought of something that she didn't know to talk about, hesitated for a moment, and then added, "Miss Fenqiao seems to have been scratched by a broken piece of porcelain." ”

In the next second, she saw the man's brows furrowed deeply, "Where is the injury?" ”

"The back of the hand."

"You go and rest." Gu Yan commanded expressionlessly.

"Yes." She bowed her head and bowed, and bowed respectfully.

I walked for a while with the sprinkler and sweeping tool, and when I was about to leave Jinrong Pavilion, I couldn't help but look back again.

The gentleman paced two steps at the door of the bedroom, stood still for a long time, and finally walked in.

Not daring to look at it again, she turned around, quickened her pace again, held her tools, and trotted out of Jinrong Pavilion.

After working in the Gu family for so many years, she was used to seeing her husband give orders decisively, but it was the first time she saw Mr. Gu's hesitation.

Murphy's ...... Joy?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shudder.

Is she crazy? Dare to arrange it like this in your heart...... Shake your head and put these thoughts behind you.