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Ridiculous, ridiculous!

In her most miserable month, he lived so chic and happy.

The cold light in her eyes was like a rippling tide.

An irrepressible hatred churned wildly in her heart.

The night gradually darkened the sky, like a curtain of splashed ink, decorated with cold starlight and a lonely moon.

The moonlight poured in through the gaps in the curtains, reflecting the black eyes as pure as soft glass.

The cold gaze, like a sharp blade, stared at the man who was opening the car door.

With a piercing smile on his face, he spoke to the other two.

Qingyin saw Yu Xiaoyu get into Gao Yuxing's car, and then Xu Cheng also went up.

Gao Yuxing closed the car door for them, circled half a circle from the front of the car, sat in the driver's seat, and drove away.

The man's flattering expression, in the light voice, looks like a dog's leg.

She didn't understand that Gao Yuxing called Xu Cheng's cousin, which means that they are related.

Then why was he so depressed before, and why is he so stubborn now.

However, it is no wonder that Gao Yuxing's virtue must be trying to climb his relatives and bring his ancestors.

The dark night was as silent as stagnant water, and a black figure was huddled in a corner, cold and lonely.

With her arms around her knees and her face buried deep in her knees, she looked as if she had fallen asleep, calm and peaceful.

Tears filled her eyes, the hospital gown had already soaked with large water marks, she bit her lower lip and swallowed her tears silently.

The sound of footsteps approached, and a pair of powerful arms circled her domineeringly into his arms.

Ye Haocang still came, and he didn't worry about her, so he drove to the hospital while Yunyun was asleep.

"Why are you sitting here?"

His tone was low, and his eyes showed deep remorse.

Seeing her sitting on the cold floor, curled up in a ball, his heart seemed to be torn apart, and even his breathing hurt.

The light voice choked slightly, her body was light, and she was picked up by the man.

Nightshade put her back on the bed, her eyes burning in the darkness.

She hung her head, strands of hair covering her face.

Ye Mao Cang picked up her hair and pinned it behind her ear, her fingertips inadvertently touching her cheek.

A touch of warm wetness pierced the tip of his heart.

His dark eyes tightened, and he lifted her chin suddenly.

Tears sparkled from her eyelashes, tears overflowing her eyes like springs, tears streaming down her face, and her red eyes crashed into his sight.

He choked his breath and felt a chill as he touched her fingertips.

She couldn't see his face clearly, only a vague outline that allowed her to tell who he was.

Didn't he say no? Didn't you say you had to take care of Nan Anyun?

Why, do you want to come to the hospital at this time......

In an instant, all her grievances exploded in an instant.

She threw herself into Yemao's arms, her hands tightly wrapped around his shoulders.

Her forehead, against his chest, whispered his name.

Ye Haocang's hands were as heavy as a scaled scale, he stiffened his hands, and slowly wrapped around her, his arms tightened unconsciously.

"Aren't you not coming? Why do you come back? Why, you're a liar, big liar......"

The soft voice slapped him, she didn't know what she was talking about, she just wanted to vent, if the night didn't come, she would swallow the grievances.

But now, being spied on by the night cang, she was uneasy and panicked, so that she lost her temper with him.

"Okay, I'm a liar, don't cry, it won't look good if you cry again." Ye Maocang soothed her one by one, and pressed her palm on the back of her head, pressing her moving body.

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