An Jingchen leaned against the other side of the car door, trying to shrink herself.

"An An, I haven't seen you for so long, why are you so far away from me?"

Fang Yihe smiled helplessly, his eyes were infinitely spoiled, and the person driving looked in the rearview mirror and shook his head.

The little young master of the Fang family, the son-in-law who grew up with a honey pot, is high to everyone, but to An Jingchen, he gave up all his dignity and pride.

An Jingchen lowered her head and was silent, the curvature of Fang Yihe's mouth was slightly retracted, a little impatience appeared in her eyes, and she pulled An Jingchen over, and her hand was so strong that An Jingchen frowned.

"An An, don't you want me?"

"What do you want?"

An Jingchen's voice was cold, her lips turned white with fear, her hands became cold, and her eyes were full of determination.

"I don't want to do anything, I just miss you."

Fang Yihe suddenly let go of An Jingchen, his voice became soft, like a big dog waiting for his owner to be appeased, he hugged An Jingchen and kissed her face gently.

What An Jingchen couldn't stand the most was his sudden change, she didn't know what he was thinking, she didn't know what he was going to do, she was really about to be tortured by him and go crazy.

"What the hell are you going to do? After all these years, you still refuse to let me go? I'm going to get off, let me get off. ”

An Jingchen suddenly broke out, pushed Fang Yihe away and yelled, turned around to open the door, Fang Yihe dragged her back and pressed her on the seat, and unceremoniously pressed the softness in front of her body.

"An An, I miss you, don't you want me? We haven't seen each other in eight years, so it stands to reason that you should call me Uncle first, right? ”

An Jingchen was pressed to the seat by him, her hands were clamped and she couldn't move, her eyes were red, and she bit her lip to swallow the insult.

For a long time, Fang Yihe didn't hear An Jingchen speak, his hand slowly wandered on An Jingchen's body, An Jingchen shed tears, and his eyes crossed the despair of defeat.

She spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Little uncle."

The voice with the crying voice looked particularly aggrieved, Fang Yihe immediately stopped, pulled the person up and hugged her in his arms to comfort her, patted her back and coaxed her like when she was a child.

His eyes were full of chagrin, he hated his inability to control, he knew that he always scared An An, but he couldn't control it, every time An An was disobedient, An An's disgust with him made him crazy, and the child he held in the palm of his hand shouldn't look at him like this.

An Jingchen smelled the smell of Fang Yihe's body, once, this was the most reassuring smell for her, this embrace was the one she relied on the most, this person used to be the one she trusted the most, but now it has become the shackles of her midnight dream, pinching her neck.

With a move of his fingers, he found the utility knife hidden in his pocket.

I brought it with me when I came out today, because I didn't have this habit before, so I just forgot about it for a while.

An Jingchen slowly stopped crying, held the utility knife in her hand, and pressed so hard that her fingertips turned white.

Suddenly, An Jingchen pushed Fang Yihe away, and without the slightest hesitation, she inserted the utility knife into Fang Yihe's body, which she had done once eight years ago.

The driver was taken aback by this scene, and before he could step on the brakes, he saw that An Jingchen had already opened the car door and jumped in.

"Hey."

Lin Qiao screamed and stepped on the brakes.

"Ah Yi, Ah Yi is okay, right? We went to the hospital. ”

Lin Qiao saw the blood on Fang Yihe's chest, and his hands and feet were a little messy.

Fang Yihe's mind was also stunned for a moment, and the indifference and hatred in An An's eyes for a second were the same as eight years ago.

Really...... It's been a long time.