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After listening to it, Jiayin only felt more sorry for him.

That guy was proud of what he had in the future.

An Ziqi blinked her eyes and thought about it carefully, as if this was indeed the case.

Xiao Moli raised his eyebrows, "You women, you are always too soft-hearted. ”

Ye Wuge's guy just said something casually, so that Jia Yin could forgive him, and from then on, he was even more desperate for him.

An Ziqi got up and looked at him with her shoulders crossed, "So, do you want me to be you?" ”

Xiao Moli sweated, and hurriedly spoke, "Eh, no, your wife is the cutest if you are soft-hearted." ”

An Ziqi squinted, "So, if I am you, it won't be cute?" ”

Xiao Moli was speechless, he now knew what it was to say how wrong it was.

"No, no matter what my wife looks like, she will always be the loveliest in my heart."

An Ziqi snorted, "It's late, I'm not cute, you go find a cute one, goodbye." ”

Xiao Moyi......

Help me!

The other side.

Ye Wuge drove Jiayin and the baby all the way home.

The baby was already asleep, and Jiayin put the little guy back in the baby's room, and after explaining to the nanny, he went to Ye Wuge's room.

I pushed open the door and looked around the room, but I didn't see him.

Gayin furrowed her eyebrows and ran to the bathroom to look around, but there was no one.

I can't help but be a little worried, this guy can't really be injured, right?

After looking upstairs and downstairs and not seeing anyone, Jiayin thought about it, turned upstairs, and went to the roof.

In the dark night sky, the moon was hidden behind thick clouds, only a little head appeared, and not even a trace of starlight could be seen around.

Ye Wuge had one hand in the pocket of his pants and the other holding a lit cigarette.

The faint red firelight, extinguished in the night, reflected a little line on the side of his face.

At this moment, his eyes looked into the distance, and the smoke lingered faintly in front of him, covering the expression on his face, as if to hide the fluctuations in his heart.

The tall figure on the empty roof looks a little lonely.

Jiayin's heart couldn't help but hurt, when she met him in Weiwei, he was already an unruly teenager.

She only knew that she liked him, but she never thought about it, and never investigated, his growth was so distressing.

At the age of five, he was pushed down the stairs, at the age of six, he was almost set on fire to his room, and at the age of seven, he was almost hit by a calculated car.

These are only the ones she heard from him today, and I don't know how many of them she hasn't heard since she was seven years old.

She couldn't imagine how he could endure all this alone at his age, and how he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Over the years, he has been debauched and uninhibited, playing with the world.

She thought he had no heart, so she turned a blind eye to her love and didn't pay attention to her efforts.

It was she who was selfish, only thinking about her own feelings, but never pursuing why he became like that.

Those debauchery and unruliness were nothing more than the thick armor he put on for himself to protect himself from injury.

If so, who would want to carry such a heavy burden every day.

Since he had removed his armor from her, it was up to her to make his armor from now on.

Pursing her lips, she reached out and hugged him from behind.

Ye Wuge came back to his senses, snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, and flicked his fingers to flick the cigarette butt in his hand to the other side.