“…… Uncle, I'm Xia Yan, I'm in City A now, where is Weiwei? I'll go over it. ”

“…… Xia Yan, it's you. We are ...... at XX Street."

Without waiting for Xia Yan to speak, Bernie ordered the driver in the front seat to drive towards the destination.

Along the way, a pounding heart almost jumped out of his throat.

Bernie looked at her and didn't say much, just held her slightly cool little hand tightly.

The car stopped at the bottom of Building XX, Xia Yan got out of the car in a hurry, and the heartbroken cry of Mother Chu echoed in her mind, she could hardly imagine, or dare not think about what the proud princess she knew, had become......

At the door of the residence, Father Chu was already waiting there with an anxious face, and when he saw the figure running out of the elevator in a panic, he shouted eagerly.

"Xia Yan, here."

Following the prestige, Xia Yan strode over, his face full of nervousness and uneasiness.

"Where's Weiwei?"

Father Chu sighed heavily.

"Lock the door...... Drink too! ”

Then he turned back to his room, walked to a bedroom door with a closed door, and knocked softly twice.

"Weiwei, your good friend Xia Yan is here, open the door!"

"Dad, I beg you to go back, I want to be alone for ......"

The mournful voice of a woman's couch came from the room.

Hearing this, Xia Yan's heart tightened and he screamed in a low voice.

"Weiwei, it's me, Xia Yan."

After that, his sour eyes were full of dampness.

"Xia Yan?"

The woman inside muttered in disbelief.

'Crackling' After a sound of cans rolling all over the floor, the door was opened—

Looking at the embarrassed woman in front of her with rough hair, tear-stained face, and a white suspender nightdress hanging loosely on her body, Xia Yan's eyes instantly froze, this, is this still the princess she knows who has always been proud of herself?

Is this still the girl who is worshiped as a goddess by the boys in the school?

Is this still the girl who has to be dressed up before going out?

"Weiwei!"

The tear glands were like a torrent bursting the embankment, Xia Yan reached out to brush the messy hair on her forehead, and the tears on her cheeks had already flowed down in strings.

"Xia Yan!"

Chu threw himself into Xia Yan's arms slightly, and cried bitterly for a while.

Father Chu, who was standing outside the door, rubbed his red and swollen eyes, couldn't bear to look at it any longer, gently closed the bedroom door, and walked out.

Weiwei, our baby girl, you must be strong!

Since her divorce from Mo Jiyan, she has become what she is now, washing her face with tears all day long, drinking, and persuading her many times to forget that bastard thing, and go back to her hometown with him to live a good life in the future, but she can't listen to a word of stubbornness......

In fact, he, as a father, knew that the reason why she refused to go home and often secretly ran to the restaurant opposite the kindergarten for a few hours was thinking about her children......

But, Weiwei, you are also our daughter!

"Weiwei, let's stop crying, okay? Don't cry anymore. That bastard doesn't deserve this, doesn't deserve ......"

"Xia Yan, you say, how can he be so ruthless...... So cruel...... It's only been four years...... He's like a different person......"

Thinking about Mo Jiyan's obedience to her before marriage, and her lukewarmness after marriage ...... she didn't go home all night, Chu was slightly cold and really wanted to slap herself twice, why did she entrust her lifelong happiness to such a bastard in the first place?

After the divorce, she didn't think about cleaning up her mood and starting over, but ...... It's full of her heart, who will unload it?