"Haven't you gotten off work yet?"

Kee Group.

Ji Anyang pushed away the documents in front of him, walked quickly to the floor-to-ceiling window, lifted a corner curtain, and saw the familiar car downstairs.

She felt a faint layer of joy in her heart, but she was a little sad, and whispered to the person on the other side of the phone: "I estimate that it will be very late today." ”

As she spoke, she peeked at the man who was frowning over there, gritted her teeth and said to Mu Jingyi on the other end of the phone: "You go back first, you don't have to wait for me." ”

The headlights flashed twice, and Mu Jingyi's smiling voice came from the other end of the phone: "Wait." ”

The man's voice was full of ironing, but it was full of ironing in Ji Anyang's heart: "Anyway, I've been waiting for you for so many years." ”

"Vice President......

Ji Anyang suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, hung up the phone, and turned around: "What's wrong?" ”

The female secretary in front of her had a bitter face, and she pouted towards Ji Heng's side, and said weakly: "Mr. Ji's side...... I have something to discuss with you. ”

Ji Anyang took a deep breath, walked over with his high heels, and slapped the wide desk hard.

"Brother!"

The man after the office raised his head and looked at Ji Anyang expressionlessly, with a faint bruise under his eyes.

"Huh?"

Ji Anyang's heart was weak for a moment, and he sat down on the chair in front of him: "If you don't get off work, the secretary has to get off work too......

"Xiaoyanagi, you go first."

Ji Heng pushed away the document in front of him, pinched the bridge of his nose, and there was a trace of tiredness in his voice: "You can go too, Xiao Mu is here to pick you up again, right." ”

After getting what he wanted, Ji Anyang frowned instead: "If you continue to consume like this, you will consume your body!" ”

She got up from her seat, knocked on the table, and said solemnly: "Things in the company are never busy, Xiaoyanagi told me, you haven't been home for a few nights." ”

Ji Anyang's heart tightened: "It's not okay to go on like this...... Your body can't stand it. ”

The secretary Koyanagi had slipped out quietly, and only the two brothers and sisters were left in the office.

As soon as the lights are on, pedestrians on the street come and go, and the spacious president's office looks unusually empty.

"Just take charge of what you're doing." Ji Heng propped up his temples, pulled another document in his hand, and looked at it with a frown.

Ji Anyang suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

This man sits at the top of the group, but is always the last to leave work.

Everyone else has gone home, so what is he doing here?

She sighed silently: "Yang Mengyao just had a miscarriage over there......"

A flash of disgust flashed across her face, but she still stubbornly said, "You should spend more time with her." ”

Even if she doesn't like Yang Mengyao anymore, it is still Ji Heng's home.

If you have a family, why are you so lonely?

Ji Heng's face was indifferent, and he didn't mean to answer this sentence.

"You shouldn't have married—"

Ji Anyang was halfway through his words, looked at Ji Heng's pale face, and swallowed back in annoyance.

Although she has always felt that her brother deserves it and deserves retribution.

But the retribution fell...... It's still too much.

…………………………………………

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Is this girl ignorant...... Don't ...... you"

Ji Heng pushed open the door of Ji Mansion, and Steward Wang's helpless voice vaguely floated out of the living room.

"Nothing. It's me who is troublesome. ”

He paused and walked out of the hallway.

Yang Mengyao sat on the sofa with a cold face, and there stood in front of her the trembling Steward Wang, as well as the embarrassed Xiao Huang.

"It's me who is not in place, and I should apologize to her."

Xiao Huang stubbornly stood in place, refusing to say anything.

Steward Wang was so anxious next to him that he patted Xiao Huang's back fiercely: "Where is the reason for you to apologize, I, I'll fire her now!" ”

Yang Mengyao sneered, and before she could speak, she saw the man walking slowly behind them.

"Ji Heng?"

Yang Mengyao's face changed almost immediately, she stood up from the sofa, hurriedly greeted him, and took the coat in his hand: "Have you had dinner?" Shall I make some lotus seed soup for you? ”

"What's going on?" Ji Heng's gaze swept over the faces of several people in turn, and finally fixed on the abrupt thing next to Yang Mengyao's feet.

"Nothing."

Yang Mengyao didn't expect him to come back so early today, and smiled reluctantly, but he couldn't hide the box thrown on the ground anyway.

"It's not an important thing to take them to tidy up the old things at home......"

Yang Mengyao bit her lip tightly, then turned her head with a smile, picked up the box with her own hands, and handed it to Xiao Huang: "Since you don't want to throw it away, let's keep it first." ”

Little Yellow could still see tears on her face, and she hugged the box with the little daisy pattern tightly, she sniffed, didn't say anything, and turned away.

Ji Heng raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Huang's back: "Huh? ”

Steward Wang's face was very embarrassed, but he knew Ji Heng's temper, coughed, and explained vaguely: "Mrs. thinks these things are useless...... I just want to clean it up together. ”

He wiped the bridge of his nose: "But Xiao Huang, that girl admits to death......"

It's because of Wen Yi's messy things that he had a dispute with Yang Mengyao.

Yang Mengyao watched Ji Heng bend down and pick up a small daisy hairpin from the ground.

That object was very cheap at first glance, and it was something that Yang Mengyao would never wear on her head.

She smiled reluctantly, stood beside Ji Heng, and wanted to take the thing from him: "It's still a little chic." ”

Her hand had almost touched Ji Heng's body: "Next time, we can give it to the children in the welfare home together." ”

Ji Heng slowly closed his fingers, held the cheap trinket in his palm, his face became more and more indifferent, but his palm became more and more forceful, and the hairpin clasped his palm tightly, leaving a pale trace: "No need." ”

Steward Wang closed his mouth tightly, not daring to interject again.

Yang Mengyao watched Ji Heng walk past her, and went straight to the study: "In the future, don't wait for me." ”

Yang Mengyao's face was extremely ugly, at this moment, she almost wanted to abandon all her reason, and yelled at the man's back.

Do you think this is your home?

Do you think of me as your wife? Considered to be your closest person?

It's just that her body shook twice, and finally swallowed these words back little by little.

That would be too ugly.

She put on a gentle smile again, gently pushed open the door of the study, looked at the man leaning over the desk with dark eyes, and said softly: "Ji Heng, can I make you a cup of coffee?" ”

………………………………………………

Late at night.

On the big bed in the master bedroom, Yang Mengyao almost threw herself on Ji Heng's side, in her sleep, her face was still ugly, and there was a trace of panic between her eyebrows that didn't know where it came from.

Ji Heng stood alone in front of the window, looking out of the window with an indifferent face, occasionally a night breeze blew in, the curtains shook wildly, and occasionally Yang Mengyao could hear a vague dream or two.

It's just for money......

He hooked the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, what kind of love does he say?

Nauseating.

In the eyes of that woman...... If you were a different man, it wouldn't make any difference, would it?

The lightning lit up, the thunder fell, the rain poured down, the wind blew, and the little daisy hairpin on the table next to it shook with it.

Ji Heng's face was pale, watching the little hairpin being blown to the ground by the strong wind, blowing farther and farther away, until he was never seen again.

He closed his eyes, walked briskly to the door, and went to the study without looking back.

Then never again.

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"What do you mean by not being suitable for pregnancy?"

At noon the next day, in the hospital.

Yang Mengyao stood up from the chair suddenly, her delicate facial features were distorted for a moment, and there was a vague sense of hideousness.

She said word by word: "Throwing so much money into you, is it just for you to tell the bad news?" ”

The two doctors looked at each other, their faces even more bitter.

The doctor who was in charge of protecting Yang Mengyao's fetus stood up from the chair, wiped his face, and said stiffly: "Miss, this, this matter, you can't be in a hurry......

He smiled bitterly: "Medical things, we don't count, your uterine conditions are really not ideal." ”

The doctor next to him couldn't bear it anymore, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll tell you the truth, miss!" Even if he is allowed to do test tubes, the child probably won't be able to keep it! ”

There was a kind of resoluteness on his face: "Even if you come over for inspection every day, it is estimated that there will not be much change." ”

Yang Mengyao closed her eyes, pinched the armrests on the chair, her knuckles turned white, and said word by word: "This matter...... I don't want any of the Ji family to know. ”

The doctor smiled awkwardly and said softly, "No, miss." ”

The two doctors looked at each other, and both saw bitterness in each other's eyes.

You've done all that...... What else is there not to do?

…………………………………………

Yang Mengyao carried her Kun bag expressionlessly, pressed her hat lower, and hurriedly walked out of the gate of the hospital.

She thought about her thoughts all the way, and her face became more and more ugly, but she was suddenly blocked by someone.

"Miss Yang, you are in such a hurry, do you want to go back and drug Ji Heng?"

Yang Mengyao trembled, and raised her head in a hurry as if she had suddenly been poked into a death hole: "What nonsense are you talking about!" ”

The man was dressed in black, with an unpleasant smell of oil smoke on his body, and his eyes looking at Yang Mengyao were also greasy, and he staggered closer to her: "Where did I say something wrong?" ”