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Jia Yin walked to the door, raised his hand and was about to push the door, but through the gap in the door, he saw Ye Wuge pressing a service lady under him.

Gritted his teeth and stared inside, his raised hand clenched tightly into a fist.

A wave of anger rose in his heart, wanting to push the door in, wanting to ask him why.

Mingming was still making such an affectionate confession to her a few days ago, and Mingming told her that he liked her and wanted to spend his life with her to get married and have children.

Why are you looking for another woman now?

But just to attend a wedding as a best man, and when he saw a waitress, he couldn't control it.

The anger in her heart turned into sadness and disappointment little by little, and she should have known that his liking was nothing more than the impulse to be robbed of his things.

For more than ten years, she has been following his ass, stumbling, desperately clinging to him.

She put down her little girl's dignity, tried all kinds of ways to run to climb his bed, ran to follow him, and refused to let go no matter how much he chased herself.

Even if his self-esteem is occasionally hurt and sad, he runs away alone to heal silently, and then runs back with a smile on his face.

What Mo Qingyu said was not wrong, she had always been at a distance that he could see when he turned around, Ye Wuge subconsciously took it for granted that she belonged to him, and she should follow him, always surround him, and stick to him.

Therefore, when he heard her say that she had another man's child and wanted to be with another man, he felt that what belonged to him had been robbed of his belongings, and that his territory and dignity had been violated.

The man's self-esteem and exclusivity make him say that he likes her under impulse, and even feels that he can accept it even if he raises children for others.

What man can bear the woman he loves to have a child for another man?

If he really loved her, he wouldn't even have a word to ask the truth of the matter.

Everything he said and did was just to get back what belonged to him.

He had rejected her for more than ten years, had rejected her so many times, and she had only rejected him once.

He felt that he couldn't get his things back, and he felt hopeless, so he immediately decided to give up like this.

This is what he calls liking.

Thinking of everything he has done in the past ten years, Jiayin can't help but feel ridiculous.

For the first time at the age of seven, she lay on his back, which was not so broad at that time, and her heartbeat pressed against his slightly thin back, feeling the temperature of his body through the thin clothes.

In the back garden of the dark night, there is a faint fragrance of flowers.

At that moment, she seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming,

At that moment, she had a small heartbeat, and she had persisted for so many years.

She knew that the circumstances of his life since he was a child had many bad effects on his thoughts, so, many times, she tried not to care.

I always feel that one day I can change his mind, I can move him, and I always feel that perseverance will have results.

Many times, even she herself can't tell what is supporting her.

It's just that she is also a human being, and she is also a little girl who longs to be loved and responded.

Now, looking at everything in front of her, she really can't hold on anymore.

Whether he likes it or his unwillingness, she can't afford it.

The clenched fist was loosened, the shoulders drooped weakly, and he turned and walked outside.