"I'm going back." Yan Liangxi didn't want to choose, she just wanted to leave him, far away, and never crossed paths again.

Qin Mian's forbearance seemed to have reached a breaking point.

He pursed his thin lips and hugged her sideways, leaving no room for her to react.

was carried out of the passenger cab by him, Yan Liangxi reacted and beat his chest suddenly: "You let go of me, Qin Mian." ”

She was greeted by a thud slamming the door.

It was the sound of him kicking the car door.

With this burst of sound, the underground parking lot seemed to be silent instantly.

Even Yan Liangxi was frightened.

He's angry, angry.

The suffocating sensation of sabre-rattling swept over and was daunting.

Take the elevator up to the eighteenth floor.

That is where Qin Mian lives, and he is very familiar with Yan Liangxi here.

As soon as she entered the house, she was thrown on the couch.

A momentary sense of oppression made her eyes widen.

And after he bent down and threw her on the couch, he got up and walked to the kitchen, taking off his coat as he went.

The long figure spreads a noble atmosphere everywhere.

The room was full of memories that belonged to her and him.

But what's the use of having memories, the man in front of her doesn't belong to her at all.

I don't know where the courage is, so I got up suddenly and walked towards him: "Qin Mian, as you said it is impossible between us, so I am trying to forget you, what else are you dissatisfied with?" ”

Qin Mian threw her coat to her: "Go and hang it up." ”

Every time he came home, she would greet him, take his coat, and hang it up.

Gradually, this became a habit.

Even when she moved out, he felt someone greet him and take his coat.

However, many times he found out that it was just his fantasy, and the fact was that she had already moved out.

Later, he used all his strength to forget.

I can't forget it, he rarely comes back to this home, and sometimes prefers not to come back and rest in the hotel or the lounge on the other side of the fighting arena.

Today, after listening to Yan Weichu's words, it had some effect, so I thought about going to her.

I didn't expect to see that scene, and I was furious, as if something had been taken away.

Without thinking about it, he rushed down and let her get out of the car.

When she didn't want to get out of the car, and even admitted that the boy was the reason for her to come back in a hurry, he had the heart to kill her.

Superior sanity calmed him down and returned to the car.

But jealousy makes people have nowhere to vent, and when they saw the car start, they rushed over and crashed into the car without thinking about stepping on the accelerator.

……

Looking at his coat in his hand, the palm of his hand could still feel the temperature of his coat.

The heart throbbed a little.

Everything about him was said to be forgotten, but instinct couldn't.

Yan Liangxi felt that his life was in vain, he really either didn't love it, and if he wanted to love, he had to be Qin Mian.

Once, she never thought that she was not the kind of girl who was desperate, and thought that girls should live a chic life.

If you love each other, you will love, and if you don't want to love, you will let go.

Now, she has discovered that the feeling of saying love is not love, and the feeling of loving is not true love at all, it is just a form, a form of talking.

If you really love, how can you let go? How can you easily say that you don't love it.

The fingers that grabbed the coat tightened continuously, and one last look at him saw that he was boiling water.

Nor did she say anything more, and went to take his coat to the closet in the hallway and hang it, as she had been when she had lived here.