Song Yichen's smile was very shallow, so shallow that he could hardly see it, so far away, Qiao An still caught the tenderness in his eyes.

He rarely smiled, at least, after five years of marriage, she hadn't seen him smile.

Now, when her daughter is sick, his smile at Shen Tao is as gentle as water, which deeply pierces her heart.

That's the difference between loving and not loving......

Gu Mengyan wanted to talk to her, but seeing that her eyes didn't stop at her, she subconsciously followed her line of sight.

It was immediately clear.

"Your husband?"

Five years ago, the farce between her and Song Yichen was known to the whole Nancheng, the groom left his bride and flew abroad, and Qiao An faced the wedding without the groom alone, with a straight back from beginning to end.

Qiao An lowered her eyes, wiped away the disappointment in her eyes, and replied to him lightly: "Yes." ”

Her tone was relaxed, she couldn't hear sadness, and she seemed normal.

Gu Mengyan couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Reaching out, he straightened the men's coat draped over her, and told her in a voice that only two people could hear: "An An, he is not your lover." ”

Without waiting for Joan to speak, he turned to leave.

The moment he turned around, the man's eyes faintly opened with anticipation.

A shallow smile was drawn.

Song Yichen originally wanted to leave the hospital and go home, but unexpectedly......

Shen Tao kept holding his arm, and when he sensed that he was leaving, he cried and chased him out.

He was a little helpless, so he had to whisper to reassure.

When I raised my eyes slightly, I saw Joan at the door of the ward.

When Song Yichen looked over, Qiao An hadn't recovered from Gu Mengyan's words.

Standing in place, staring blankly at the back, thoughtful.

This scene happened to fall in Song Yichen's eyes.

He bent down and pinched Shen Tao's earlobe, and without knowing what to say, she obediently walked back to the ward.

Smiling and expectant.

When Qiao An realized that something was wrong, Song Yichen was already standing in front of her.

The man was tall and staggering, and when he stood so casually, he obscured the light above her head, and a large shadow hit her face.

Hide her pale face.

"Joan!"

His voice was not loud, and he was filled with suppressed anger.

One word at a time, as if chewing her meat.

Her eyes were glued to the men's coat on her body, and she gritted her teeth: "Follow me? ”

From the Champs-Elysée to the hospital, he had to suspect something about Joan.

Qiao An didn't even raise his eyelids, his heart was cold, and when he saw him, he lost his enthusiasm and gentleness in the past, and said lightly: "Mr. Song, I'm not so idle." ”

The nails dug into her palms, and the pain kept her awake.

Even if she was angry again, she could only endure it if she minded him and Shen Tao.

Because this marriage was begged by her, the path she chose would be completed on her knees.

This is the first time Qiao An has spoken to Song Yichen with a detached attitude, and in front of him, she has always been smiling, groveling, and flattering.

Is it because of the man who is so abnormal today?

He was a little irritable, with a little impatience between his eyebrows, and he wanted to capture this woman home now.

His eyes stopped on the men's jacket on Joan's body, his thin lips opened lightly, and he spit out a mockery: "So unbearable loneliness?!" ”