After the fat sister-in-law left, Shitong threw himself in the bathtub. The tears that had not yet dried were covered with new ones. Just seeing the amiable appearance of the fat sister-in-law reminded her of her parents.

The hard slap was just for not marrying Zhang Gan and losing Liu Yaofeng's job. Ignoring what Zhang Qian did, and blaming her for the fault, how could this make Shitong not feel sad!

"Dad, Mom, why, why did you choose to do this to me. Why? "Shitong can't figure it out, shouldn't parents love their children very much? Why did they insist on letting her jump even though they knew it was a fire pit?

Chang Yichen stood by the window with his hands on his chest, looked at a certain place with empty eyes and said to himself, "How can I help you?" ”

As if he suddenly thought of something, he walked to the side of the bed and picked up his mobile phone and made a call: "Hey, Jing Hao, help me do something tomorrow." ”

After listening carefully to Chang Yichen's arrangement, Jing Hao said to Chang Yichen: "By the way, Miss Shitong's friend already knows your identity. ”

"Hmm. The poet boy already knows. ”

Listening to Chang Yichen's tone, Jing Hao asked suspiciously, "What?" Listening to your tone, did you scare Miss Shitong? Today, the old lady, they also asked about your situation! ”

"No, there's too much going on today, give her a little time. That's it for now! You sue Li Dong for this matter. Chang Yichen said that he was still so powerless.

"Okay. Boss。 ”

After arranging a qiē, he stood there for a while, and then came to Shitong's room, and when he turned the doorknob, the corners of his mouth curled into a pleasant smile, and the door was not locked today, which was enough to show that Shitong had a kind of trust in him.

The movement was extremely light, slowly came in and walked to the bed, and quietly turned on the lamp, but the light was very soft, and the face of the poet boy could be clearly seen.

The fair skin has obvious scars, and the eyes are also very bloated, seeing such a poet Chang Yichen's heart is even more uncomfortable, and he wants to reach out to touch her cheek, but he stops in mid-air, wondering if it will hurt her to touch her like this.

In the end, I had to gently hold her hair with my fingers, and whispered in distress: "I must be crying again!" It's so tiring. Rest well! I'll be with you always. ”

After saying that, he got up and walked to the other side of the bed, and lay down next to Shitong. When he opened his eyes, he knew that he had become a pillow again, but he was used to this way of sleeping, and he also liked this feeling, looking at the poet boy in his sleep, he was so happy in his heart.

Just looked at the poet boy quietly, as if he couldn't get enough of it. Shitong moved his body, suddenly felt that something was wrong, touched it with his hand, opened his eyes suddenly, and what caught his eyes was still the familiar face.

sat up in the blink of an eye, looked at Chang Yichen with an unnatural expression, and smiled dryly at him. Looking at her expression, Chang Yichen also sat up and leaned on the back of the bed, and said very seriously: "Shitong, don't care about my identity, okay?" No matter who I am, I am still the Chang Yichen you know, and this will not change. ”

Looking at Chang Yichen's serious expression, Shitong really didn't know what to say to him. Looking at Shi Tong's embarrassed look, Chang Yichen sat up close to her, held her shoulders and looked at her very gently, and said, "I know you need time to think about it, but don't think about it for too long." I'm going to have a hard time doing that. ”