Anyang's words made the surrounding reporters immediately feel like they had been beaten with blood.

Looking at today's situation, it seems that the grievances of these two people also involve a third party? Wealthy family grievances, bloody stand-ins, and absurd thoughts filled their brains in an instant.

Jiang Cong didn't expect that An Yang had already known that he was investigating Haowen's affairs, and in the face of those gradually cold eyes, he was a little flustered for no reason.

It seems like he really got something wrong, otherwise...... How could she say that person's name so justifiably!

All the ridicule rolled down his throat and turned into a suppressed choked sob.

He watched as An Yang turned around and left, leaving no more words, just like when he came alone just now.

In their respective fields, they are all ruthless characters who have made a name for themselves, and they are alone in their hard-won fame and fortune. But under loneliness and indifference, he has always believed that An Yang is the same kind of person as him. In addition to sympathizing with each other, they are all longing for a nest that can be tolerated.

Before that, he was clearly ...... That's how you think of it......

The scene was boiling and noisy again because of the topic that Anyang had just thrown.

Jiang Cong suddenly felt a splitting headache, and He Yingying's words stimulated the cerebral cortex like a magic spell, making him unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.

"Brother Jiang Cong, they are deliberately trying to break us up, there must be an ulterior secret."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of myself. I have to get close to Li Mingcheng, I want to find out what the hell they are trying to do! ”

"Brother Jiang Cong, MXC was really done by them, Anyang she has always wanted to frame you!"

The sound of crying and crying, constantly tossing the only remaining sanity, he snorted in pain, and when he opened his eyes again, the person in front of him had already turned into the appearance of An Yang.

It was the first time he saw such a calm Anyang on the edge of a high-rise building. The bustle around her, as if there was no way to enter her world again.

She didn't cry, she wasn't afraid, but when she saw the man in black next to her, the corners of her mouth outlined an indifferent smile.

"No need to speak, I know you made me choose between two things."

She smiled faintly, but her empty eyes seemed to be no longer interested in everything.

"I'll jump by myself, and I won't have to do it."

She said, looking at the distant sky again, "It's boring, so boring that I want to die......

The skin of her whole body was cold, and Jiang Cong seemed to have never known her, and a trace of shock appeared in her eyes.

He stood by An Yang's side for a long time, and his chattering teeth finally spit out a sentence, "Do you remember...... You remember ......"

He stretched out his hand and wanted to ask An Yang what he remembered, but at the moment when he was about to touch it, An Yang suddenly took a step forward.

"Goodbye, never."

Her low, hoarse voice seemed to say goodbye to him, and like she was saying goodbye to this hopeless world......

His heart ached violently, and he stared at the falling figure, raising his feet for the first time to follow it.

He didn't know how many lives their stories had been entangled, but there was never an end to this reincarnation. Obviously, at the beginning of all stories, he provoked her first, but in the end, she always carried all the darkness.

He abandoned her, like a fallen leaf returning to the earth, and the remnants of the flower flowed, so naturally that he easily forgot everything.

It's obviously him who is wrong......