Chu Yu stayed in Qin Muyang's room that night, and Yang Jinxin was arranged by Zhao Zhijun in another office that was temporarily cleaned up. In a hurry, this office even only had a marching bed, and in the middle of the room, there was a small sand table and a small desk.

The cold wind outside the window was still roaring, and the sound of falling snow was mixed in, and the room was also very simple, as if the cold wind was pouring in from all sides.

Fortunately, the quilt on the marching bed was still warm, Yang Jinxin sat on the bed in a daze, covered by the soft quilt, his hands and feet were still warm, but the heavy heart was like this snowy cold day, boundless, cold to the bone.

There were no tears, only sour eyes, which were hot inside, but there was an irrepressible wry smile on his face.

She had always thought that he was unique to her, after all, she had been involved in his marriage entirely, and no one could see it better than herself.

Actually, she shouldn't feel strange, because she has always known Chu Yu's feelings for him, not to mention that the two are a legitimate husband and wife, compared to herself, they can be regarded as a junior.

She just didn't understand that since Chu Yu had followed him so recklessly and recklessly, she had obviously felt the surprise of being lost and regained when he saw him in Lijiawan.

Can a person's heart really be divided into two halves?

Thinking of this, Yang Jinxin refused to think about it anymore, she has always been like this, I am fortunate to have it, and I have lost my life. She can give up, and the emotions that were born with great difficulty, but she also regrets a relationship that ended without a problem.

She has always respected feelings, no matter who it is, just like she loved Huo Donglai so deeply at the beginning, she will devote all her emotions to love him, will be happy for him, will be sad for him, and will miss him forever and forever.

And Qin Muyang, she may just accept him, but love may not have it, so she will definitely be able to withdraw faster, but she has no regrets about Huo Donglai's feelings, but Qin Muyang always feels indebted to him!

Thinking of this, Yang Jinxin let out a long breath, she didn't want to owe him, she didn't want to owe him love or love. originally thought that she would have a lifetime to make up for it, but it seems that she may not have a chance now!

Yang Jinxin's mood, after the initial brief pain, was unusually calm, and she kept looking at the sand table until the second half of the night.

Perhaps, it could be done in other ways

The intermittent coughing sound rang all night in this small office. Before dawn, Zhao Zhijun came to the door, and the hoarse coughing sound inside made his raised right hand pause for a while, and then put it down helplessly.

This was repeated several times, until the hour hand on the watch pointed to six, and then I had to knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Yang Jinxin's clear voice, with a rustling sound and a thin gasp of coughing, sounded distressing.

Zhao Zhijun pushed the door in, and saw Yang Jinxin lying on the desk, writing hard, Xu heard the sound of him entering the door, covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice, and said without raising his head.

"Please wait a minute, cough I will finish it in a moment"

"There's no hurry, it's still early."

Zhao Zhijun softened his voice unconsciously, which made Yang Jinxin look up at him with some surprise, and surprise appeared on his face.

"It's you, Director Zhao, I thought it was that Xizi!" Kiko is the new attendant sent to her.

Xu was infected by the bright smile on her face, and Zhao Zhijun, who has always been unsmiling, also showed a smile.

"Yes, my subordinate will take you to the docks."

Yang Jinxin had just finished writing, and when he heard this, his hand that was collecting the paper stopped and looked at him in surprise.

"Didn't you mean flying? How to get to the pier? ”

"There is something temporary at the airport, and it can't be used, so don't worry, the ship will be fine this time."

Yang Jinxin frowned imperceptibly when he saw Zhao Zhijun's sworn appearance, and didn't say anything more, only nodded: "Okay!"

In the dark sky, the cold wind was raging, Yang Jinxin put on a thick fur coat, and the snow-white fox fur on the collar lined her palm-sized face, which became more and more crystal clear.

There was a car parked at the door with the lights on, and under the bright lights, the goose feathers and snow flew in the air in a chaotic manner, but in a few seconds, it fell on Yang Jinxin's head.

Zhao Zhijun put away the luggage and walked to the front of the car, Yang Jinxin was still in the posture of looking up, he knew that she was looking at the dark window on the second floor, under the dim light, her eyes were confused and reluctant, and more of a thing called decisiveness.

"Mrs. Si Shao said, he won't send you today, we should go!"

Zhao Zhijun's hand on the car door was clasped tightly, and there was an imperceptible awkwardness in his smooth voice.

Yang Jinxin obviously didn't notice it, she lowered her head, hiding the wry smile on the corner of her mouth and the loss on her face, and a faint pain spread from the bottom of her heart, arousing her surging qi and blood.

"Ahem"

Some far-fetched coughs rang out, covered by handkerchiefs, and the bright red marks on the corners of his mouth.

"Let's go!"

Yang Jinxin lowered his head and turned around in a little panic, for fear that Zhao Zhijun would see something.

The car started and drove towards the black street, which was as black as splashing ink, and the wide open headlights could only shine into a distance of less than fifty meters. The deserted streets, with no street lights, no other vehicles, and no pedestrians.

Although I kept telling myself that I was gone, there was nothing to be nostalgic about. However, Yang Jinxin still couldn't help but look behind him frequently, until he walked out of a long way and really didn't see another car coming behind him, so he sat down a little depressed.

Yang Jinxin didn't want to say anything, and Zhao Zhijun was also quiet and silent all the way. Soon arrived at the dock, Zhao Zhijun led her to the dock, in front of a small ferry, the captain was waiting for her on the shore.

"This" Yang Jinxin was a little surprised, did she have a passenger on this ship?

Zhao Zhijun saw her doubts, and explained in a deep voice: "This ship was originally prepared for you by Si Shao, and you can't go to the airport, so you can only take a boat to Guangzhou first, and then you go to Hong Kong from there." The ship is flying the German flag, so you can rest assured that you will arrive in Hong Kong safely. ”

Between his snorts, a sour feeling spread, Yang Jinxin blinked, took a thin breath, resisted the rising heat, and nodded: "Okay, thank you Sishao for me!"

"My subordinate will take your luggage in for you!"

Zhao Zhijun looked at her somewhat indifferent face, his heart was sullen, he said softly, carried the suitcase, and entered the cabin under the guidance of the captain.

Soon came to the door of the room, Zhao Zhijun handed the suitcase to the captain, signaled her to avoid, and then took out an envelope from his coat pocket and handed it to Yang Jinxin.

"This was handed over by Si Shao's subordinates, after you arrive in Hong Kong, go to the shipping company to find the person on the letter, and he will properly arrange your ferry ticket to the United States."

"Okay, thank you Si Shao on my behalf for such a thoughtful arrangement." Yang Jinxin took the envelope, his slightly drooping eyes and pale face were all revealing a faint indifference.

"Mrs" Zhao Zhijun was a little speechless and stopped, he paused abruptly, and let Yang Jinxin look at him, still with that indifferent look.

Zhao Zhijun frowned a little dissatisfied in the face of her with such an expression, but in an instant, he whispered helplessly.

"Don't blame Si Shao, after all, the young grandmother has the flesh and blood of the Qin family."

"I know" Yang Jinxin interrupted him, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a faint smile, "This is a good thing, and congratulations for me!" ”

After speaking, regardless of Zhao Zhijun's expression, he lowered his head and handed the information bag she had been holding in her hand to Zhao Zhijun.

"You go back and hand this over to Si Shao, and by the way, help me bring a word"

Yang Jinxin stopped, the words that had been tumbling in her mind all night and tormenting her, after all, she still couldn't say it without scruples.

"What?"

Zhao Zhijun's deep voice made Yang Jinxin smile bitterly, but there was an unexpected hint of relief in this smile.

"You tell him that my past grievances with him are over, and from now on, so be it! He didn't feel sorry for me, and I don't owe him, so be it! ”

After Yang Jinxin finished speaking, he didn't see Zhao Zhijun's dumbfounded expression at all, he only rushed into the room in a panic, and before he could react, he closed the door with a "bang".

Yang Jinxin, who entered the door, never imagined that the moment she closed the door, almost at the same time, a tall figure walked out from the corner of the corridor.

Zhao Zhijun only looked at him helplessly, and then stood far away at the end of the corridor, watching him close to the door, almost leaning against the door almost weakly. The faint yellow light in the corridor shone on his angular face, and the annoying sadness and reluctance wrapped him in layers, and the cold wind could not blow away the sorrow on his body.

And Yang Jinxin in the room coughed more and more violently, and the water-red handkerchief had been completely dyed a dazzling red. She sat on the ground, the cold door behind her supported her body, the deliberately disguised appearance of indifference was torn to pieces, surging tears, along with the burning liquid at the corners of her mouth, her trembling body and the sound of coughing violently, could not hide her whimpering low sobs.

But outside the window, the whistling north wind rolled up the low cry of blood, and in a blink of an eye, it disappeared into the cold dawn.

The earth-shattering whistle sounded, and the ship slowly sailed into the black and vast river, and when the day was approaching, the wind and snow covered the huge silhouette in an instant, leaving only the surging cold river.

"Ahem"

On the shore, a heart-rending cough sounded, provoking Zhao Zhijun and Liao Yong to put a thick coat on him.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem"

"Poof"

There was another cough that became more and more violent, and finally, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Four Less, Four Less"

As soon as the panicked and frightened cry sounded, it was stopped by Qin Muyang.

"That's how to compensate her, how to be enough"

I saw that in his slender hand, he was holding tightly the shocking water-red handkerchief that Yang Jinxin had left in the room