"Do you want me to dig out my heart and hold it up to you?" After the thank-you speech was repeated, another sentence was added.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Changhuan sneered, "Thank you, do you think your heart is very valuable, dig it out and give it to me, and I will catch it with sincerity and fear, and offer it?" ”

"Yuanyuan, you know I didn't mean that." Xie Ci's thin lips pursed slightly, and the lip flap that was originally moistened by the porridge returned to white and dry at this time, and with a slight sip, Yuan Changhuan could even see the bloodshot in the gap between his lip flaps.

I really couldn't stand it, turned my head, and didn't let myself look at Xie Ci's face, his face was too demagogic, and the more I looked at it, the more I couldn't restrain myself and felt sorry for him.

He treated her so much, how could he feel sorry for him because he was hurt.

After settling down, Yuan Changhuan suddenly spoke, "Thank you, don't you want to know how I can forgive you?" ”

"Huh?"

Xie Ci looked at her chin, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly cold, and he had an ominous premonition, and he just wanted to veto.

But I heard that Yuan Changhuan had already continued, "Okay, I forgive you. ”

"As long as you reconcile with me, we will write it off."

Finally, Yuan Changhuan, who had never looked at him, looked at him fixedly after saying the last sentence, his eyes were stubborn and cold, like looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

One moment, their children were still laughing and laughing around them, and the next moment, they were strangers who had nothing to do with each other.

Xie Ci's hand unconsciously increased, "Yuanyuan, do you have to ......" to force me.

But these three words, Xie Ci didn't say it, because he knew that if he dared to say it, Yuan Changhuan had thousands of heart-piercing words waiting for him.

Thanksgiving is not stupid, and naturally it will not ask for hardship.

Exhale gently.

Seeing that Xie Ci didn't speak, Yuan Changhuan waited impatiently, his wrist kept struggling in his palm, and he was not afraid of the red and swollen wrist of the struggle, "Xie Ci, if you don't agree, then don't tell me anything to forgive or not, let's leave it at that." ”

looked like a broken jar, "Don't you want to be entangled with me for the rest of your life, then we'll be entangled like this for a lifetime." ”

Yuan Changhuan spoke coldly with self-deprecation.

Not just mocking him, he was mocking himself, or mocking them.

Xie Ci could tolerate Yuan Changhuan's cold words to him, and even beat or scold, but he couldn't see her look down on herself.

Finally let go silently, leaned on the soft pillow, and seemed to use all his strength, "You go." ”

His fingers were on his eyelids, and his voice was hoarse as if sandpaper had been grinded, which was poignant.

Yuan Changhuan lowered his eyes and looked at the marks on his hands as if they had been burned by a soldering iron, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Xie Ci, but when he saw him like this, his eyes darkened, did he really give up?

My heart was happy, sour and unbelievable, "You ......"

Before the words fell, Xie Ci said in a hoarse voice, "If you don't want me to regret it, leave here immediately." ”

Yuan Changhuan's red lips pursed, suppressed the discomfort all over his body, and walked out.

Standing at the door, he couldn't help but look back at the thanks, he still maintained that movement, his slender and thin fingers on his eyelids, paused, and left the last sentence, "I'll let Miao Miao look at you." ”

Anyway, go out without hesitation and close the door.

Outside the house, when Yuan Changhuan wanted to take Yuan Miao away, he was stopped by several secret guards, "Madam, you can't go." ”

"Let them go."

A low voice came from inside the room.