Hua Xiyan stopped in Washington for only two days, and then he couldn't sit still anymore, and went out with Wen Xia early in the morning.

"Miss, where are we going?"

"Visiting old friends." Hua Xiyan's eyebrows and eyes were extremely soft in the morning light, exuding a faint halo, like a pearl shining in glass, and the whole face seemed to glow with wireless brilliance.

"Old friend?" Asking Xia's doubtful muttering dissipated in the early morning majesty, and did not get a response from Hua Xiyan.

Looking at the building in front of him, he asked Xia Ningmei, could it be that the old friend in Miss's mouth is this Gu Ziwen?

The flow of people in the inn in the early morning was not very large, Hua Xiyan carried the hem of her skirt, went upstairs familiarly, and went straight to Gu Ziwen's room.

Hua Xiyan made a gesture at Wen Xia, and slowly pushed the door away first.

The curtain did not open, showing that the person on the bed did not get up, Hua Xiyan did not shy away from it, slowly walked to the side of the bed, raised his hand and opened the curtain, and the warm sunlight poured in, waking up the person on the bed.

Zhao Qingru opened his eyes and saw a blurred figure outside through the shadowy curtain, and the originally pleasant voice slowly poured out with the hoarseness of the early morning: "Ziwen, why are you here?" ”

The man outside did not stride over and look at her with tender eyes as he had done before, but still stood there, motionless.

"Ziwen?" Zhao Qingru's voice raised a few points.

"Heh......" a syllable like a clear spring dripping stones, cold snow falling branches, sounded in this silent room, calm like water was thrown into a stubborn stone, ripples stirred, but the soft ripples made Zhao Qingru's heart a spirit.

She sat up suddenly, lifted the curtain in front of her, and the fog she saw faded in an instant: "Huaxi smoke!" ”

This voice with bitter hatred did not make Hua Xiyan's expression ripple in the slightest. She turned around slowly, Qingling's clear eyes lingered on Zhao Qingru's face, and then she slowly shook her head: "Tsk...... It's a pity ......."

Zhao Qing covered his face like a reflex, and the hatred in his heart was surging like a wave. All this is thanks to the woman in front of her, if it weren't for her, how could the Sun family be like this! How could Sun Muyang be like this! How could she be! Everyone is depressed, but she is still graceful, smiling, and her eyes are bright, why is she!

"Young Lady Sun, don't look at me with that kind of look, do you think I'm here to fall into the well?" Hua Xiyan walked in slowly, looking down at Zhao Qingru condescendingly.

She is already beautiful, from Zhao Qingru's angle, it can be seen that her chin is sharp but not mean, her cheeks are thin but not tricky, and her slightly raised eyebrows have a flying arc, like a butterfly fluttering feathers, like a phoenix spreading its wings.

"Is it difficult?" Zhao Qingru opened his lips, gritting his teeth a little, and the scar on his face was even more terrifying.

"Of course not." Hua Xiyan shook her head slowly, and the only long jade step in her hair shook lightly on the side of her face, which complemented her jade-like face, almost covering Zhao Qingru's eyes.

She heard the clear stream-like voice that seemed to flow from thousands of miles away, hazy but very real: "Do you know why you have been infertile all these years? ”

"Boom" A thunderbolt cracked from the top ......of her head, Zhao Qingru's eyes widened in disbelief, she knew the reason for her infertility?

It is precisely because of the lack of appearance for a long time that the second elder of the Sun family is more and more dissatisfied with her, and she is more careful to manage the relationship with Sun Muyang. For a long time, there has been no doctor in Yaoshi, but it is useless to search for famous doctors, and now, this Hua Xiyan actually knows why she is infertile? But how can she believe what she says?

Obviously, there was a voice in her head that kept shouting, "Don't believe it, don't believe it", but she still asked like a ghost: "You know? ”

"Young Mrs. Sun, do you still remember, the bag that was discarded by Sun Gongzi? Do you know what's in that bag? ”

Facing Zhao Qingru's puzzled eyes, Hua Xiyan spoke again: "Coriander." ”

Seeing that Zhao Qingru was still puzzled, Hua Xiyan further explained: "Young Mrs. Sun is physically sensitive to heat, so she usually drinks licorice mint soup, do you know the effect of licorice and coriander combined?" ”

Hua Xiyan said this, and Zhao Qingru naturally understood. Her face turned pale in an instant, and her body was a little shaky as she sat on the bed, and she couldn't believe it anyway...... That...... That bag was given to her by Gu Ziwen!

has always treated her like a treasure, holding her in the palm of her hand, and she is actually the culprit of her infertility, how can she accept it!

Seeing that Zhao Qingru understood, Hua Xiyan lowered his eyelashes and smiled almost invisibly: "That's all I say, Mrs. Sun is vainly cherished!" ”

"I don't believe it!" Hua Xiyan's feet stepped to the door, and he heard a powerful shout from behind.

"If that's the case, Young Lady Sun might as well ask the person concerned!" Hua Xiyan said, pushed the door and walked out, leaving Zhao Qingru alone, sitting with a dejected expression.

A moment later, Zhao Qingru suddenly ran to the ground like crazy, swept all the things on the table to the ground, and then ran to the side, smashing the vase and porcelain plate, the makeup box and the mirror - everything she could smash.

It wasn't until the ground was full of debris and there was no place to settle down that Zhao Qingru knelt on the ground and cried profusely, completely ignoring the debris that pierced her knees, and the blood slowly oozed out.

As soon as Gu Ziwen came in, he saw such a messy scene, his heart tightened, and he quickly ran to Zhao Qingru and raised her cheeks: "Pei Jue, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zhao Qingru's crying face was full of confusion, and his mind was in chaos, and suddenly, a vast and distant voice flew in: "The coriander in the bag has infertility with licorice......"

If she was woken up by thunder, Zhao Qingru's body was shocked, and her brain returned to her previous clarity, her eyes widened, she grabbed Gu Ziwen's clothes tightly, and said with trembling lips: "Is it you, is it you who hurt me!" ”

Gu Ziwen was full of doubts, and held Zhao Qingru's hand: "What did you say?" ”

"Kid...... My baby...... There is no ......" Zhao Qingru's words were incoherent, and the words he said were fragmented, but he still made Gu Ziwen understand.

"You...... Got it? ”

You got it? He knows what he is, without the slightest concealment, and just admits it plainly.

Zhao Qingru shook her movements and paused suddenly, as if she didn't know how to react to his confession.

Gu Ziwen sighed and slowly attached his hand to Zhao Qingru's shoulder.

Zhao Qingru pushed him away violently, Gu Ziwen fell backwards, his hands pressed on the ground, and the debris pierced into his hands, and the flesh and blood were blurred in an instant.

"You didn't touch me!" Zhao Qingru staggered to his feet, pointed at Gu Ziwen, and shouted with tears in his eyes, "You hurt me, you hurt me!" ”

With that, she began to wander around the house like a headless fly, trying to throw something, but the room was empty, and there was nowhere to vent, so she leaned down, wrapped herself around, and tore her hair with all her might, and let out a whimpering cry.

"Pei Jue!" Looking at Zhao Qingru, who was almost crazy, Gu Ziwen shouted loudly, in a stern tone that had never been seen before.

Zhao Qingru's body was shocked, as if he was extremely afraid, his head was buried in his knees, and he did not raise his head.

Gu Ziwen walked over slowly, squatted in front of Zhao Qingru, and slowly spoke in a step-by-step attitude: "Pei Jue, you know your heart." You and I are childhood sweethearts, but you pass on to her, how can you make me willing? ”

Zhao Qingru didn't speak, just tore his hair and muttered something in his mouth.

"How can I put up with you passing on the family for others? I swore to take you back...... I can't stand it......" Gu Ziwen stroked Zhao Qingru's hair, and his tone was gentle, "We can not have children, just the two of us, how good ......"

Listening to this dream-like voice, Zhao Qingru raised his head and looked at Gu Ziwen with wide eyes.

She didn't know that his love had reached such a heinous level, such a point that he would not let her go even after ruining her life. In a trance, the young man who used to be gentle to her was completely absent, and the remaining man was still gentle, but he was strange. Strange to an outrageous situation.

"Let me go." In a daze, Zhao Qingru heard his own voice.

Such a terrible person, she doesn't want it.

Gu Ziwen's pupils shrank, and he was categorical: "No." ”

Going to the trouble of getting here, he won't.

"I'm leaving!"

"No way!"

"I'm leaving! I don't want to be with you! You let go of me! Zhao Qingru suddenly stood up and rushed outside like crazy.

Gu Ziwen hugged her tightly, and Zhao Qingru was still struggling unrelentingly, screaming, desperate to escape, escape from the side of the person she thought was her salvation yesterday, her sunshine, and the person she would be with in the next life.

Struggling, her fingers kept scratching the back of Gu Ziwen's hand, neck, and cheeks, but the man's arms clamped her tightly like iron tongs, preventing her from moving.

The embroidered basket that suddenly glanced to the side contained the robe she had sewn for Gu Ziwen. A few days ago, she thought that she would have to be with this person in the future, at the ends of the world, without facing the drag of the Sun family and the fear of death. But today, I found out that the person around me, in his scheming, loved terrifying, was even more outrageous than the cow, ghost, snake and god. The embroidery in the basket that had not yet been evening gave off a sarcastic light, which was extremely dazzling.

Zhao Qingru mustered all her strength to rush over there, took out the scissors in the basket and cut them at the robe, cutting off the wordless sarcasm, cutting off her self-righteous past, cutting off her longing but unattainable future.

Gu Ziwen wanted to step forward and snatch the scissors away, but unexpectedly, the sharp blade flashed coldly, but it pierced into his chest.

Looking along the plain hand, it was Zhao Qingru's pale face with a little scarlet blood. The sun shrouded half of her side face, shining brightly, and the hideous scar softened a lot.

She had a shallow smile on her face, extremely beautiful, just like when he was young, he and his father went to Zhao's mansion and saw a young woman dancing in the wind in the small garden, with a wonderful posture. When I turned around, I saw him, not shy and uneasy, but smiled generously, how beautiful that smile was, it shone into his heart like this, and it will never go away.

Hua Xiyan returned to Washington in the evening, but an hour later, he saw Wen Xia running in and said anxiously: "Miss, Governor Sun is dead!" ”