Xia Yan had already seen Mo Jiyan and learned something from him.

At this moment, seeing the once self-contained and proud princess become so decadent, Xia Yan's heart was like a knife.

"What the hell is going on? How can you and Ink Halberd ......?"

Back then, Xia Yan was very envious of Chu Weiwei for a while, and he was very envious of Mo Jiyan's kindness to Chu Weiwei.

But who would have thought that in five years, everything has become different?

"Weiwei, don't cry yet, tell me what's going on."

Although Chu Weiwei has a strong temperament, Xia Yan knows her good sister deeply, and she is by no means the kind of person who will let others down.

Although she often pretends to be calm on the surface and looks like an invulnerable female King Kong, her heart is softer than anyone else.

Her affection for Mo Jiyan is no less than her love for Yi Beihan.

Chu Weiwei hadn't seen her daughter for nearly a year, and she was almost lovesick.

She couldn't let her parents worry, so for the past year, she had no place to complain about her suffering.

At this moment, seeing the good sister appear in front of him, all the grievances broke out in an instant.

Xia Yan helped her sit on the sofa, saw that she was haggard, poured a glass of water and handed it to her.

"You speak slowly, I'll listen."

Listening to Chu Weiwei tell the story of what had happened in the past year, Xia Yan gritted his teeth with hatred.

"I'm going to kill that scumbag now!"

Chu Weiwei hurriedly grabbed her, "It's useless, I don't want to have any more entanglements with him, I just want Xiaoyue to come back to me." ”

Looking at the messy bedroom, the desktop, and the floor were littered with empty wine bottles, but imagining how she had come these days, Xia Yan's heart began to ache.

Xia Yan swallowed his blocked throat, deeply feeling that it was a particularly cheap thing for them to shed tears for those men who were not worthy of their love, wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, and looked at Chu Weiwei fixedly.

"Weiwei, just as you persuaded me at the beginning, what's the use of us crying here to die and live? Those men are still chic and happy on the side, so, Weiwei, let's not cry, okay? Don't cry...... Since they can treat us so harshly, why don't we be free and easy, leave everything behind, and live our ......?"

Chu Weiwei, who is now abandoned, is not a copy of her five years ago?

Five years ago, when she almost died of hemorrhage in the hospital during labor, where was Yi Beihan?

But in the past five years, she has turned a blind eye to the man who has always taken good care of her around her, and the person she thinks about is him......

Out of the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of a delicate wood-carved picture frame on a messy tabletop, showing a little girl in a pink princess tutu holding a milky rogue rabbit in her arms, smiling profusely.

Suddenly, this smile felt a little familiar.

Xia Yan frowned slightly, leaned over, and raised his hand to take the photo frame to his eyes and examine it carefully.

After looking carefully for a while, I saw her turn her head, look at the woman beside her with a dull face, and ask in a somewhat eager tone.

"Weiwei, she's your daughter?"

Chu raised his eyes and glanced at the photo in her hand with a gloomy expression, the corners of his mouth hooked dismally, and then he fell into endless silence, nodding weakly, not noticing the look of surprise on Xia Yan's face at this moment.

"I've seen her ......"

Xia Yan glanced at the photo carefully, and his face showed a hint of surprise.

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