"Of course not, Mingwei, as you said, you are also a very important existence in my heart."

"That's enough." Zhuang Mingwei smiled at him: "Go back quickly, she is waiting for you." ”

"I'll send you, Mingwei."

"No, I want to walk alone, really."

After Zhuang Mingwei finished speaking, she turned around, and her voice was very soft and light by the night wind: "Pingjin, this time, you watch me go, okay?" ”

“…… Good. ”

Zhao Pingjin watched her walk away until she walked into the deep night.

This is the woman he liked, and she can always afford it, and she has never lived up to it, he sincerely liked it when he was young.

She didn't look back, but the corners of her mouth were raised.

A thought flashed back then, who would have thought that it would bring a turn for the worse in the impasse between the two today.

A man who owes an eternal debt to a woman is the most terrible.

She will be like a thin needle, forever pierced in Xu He's heart.

Let her live day and night, in peace.

……

Xu He watched Zhao Pingjin walk towards her.

She stood up, and the wind by the lake was a little strong, and her eyes hurt a little.

Zhao Pingjin stood still in front of her, didn't say anything, just touched the top of her hair: "Let's go, send you back." ”

Xu He's hand was held, but there was some uneasiness in his heart.

What he said was to send her back.

So where is he going?

In the car back to the apartment, Zhao Pingjin didn't say much, he occasionally looked out the window, and the neon lights on the long street were mottled across his handsome face, casting dark shadows.

Xu He wanted to say something several times, but he didn't know what to say.

Zhuang Mingwei's injured hand is probably related to him.

Xu He can actually understand this mood very well, he had a relationship with Zhuang Mingwei, and Zhuang Mingwei's hand was injured because of him......

Xu He stopped himself from thinking about it any further.

She also looked out the car window, feeling that her heart was like floating in an endless wave, there was no way to dock, and it would never be realized.

The car was parked under the apartment building.

Xu He saw that Zhao Pingjin had no intention of getting out of the car, so she silently picked up her bag and prepared to get out of the car.

In the dim carriage, Zhao Pingjin gently held her hand: "He'er." ”

His voice was a little dark, revealing a faint tiredness: "You have been in the hospital for several days and you are also tired, have a good rest tonight, I will go back to the Lufeng Mansion to deal with some things, and I will pick you up tomorrow to see Meow Meow." ”

Xu He nodded: "Okay, then don't work too hard, rest early." ”

Zhao Pingjin raised her eyes to look at her, she didn't see anything abnormal in her expression, and she didn't mean to be unhappy.

In fact, Xu He was so sensible and generous, he should be pleased, but Zhao Pingjin found that he was a little unhappy.

He let go of his hand and didn't say anything more, Xu He got out of the car and walked towards the door of the unit.

Zhao Pingjin sat in the car, and until her figure disappeared completely, he quietly ordered the driver to drive.

Xu He never looked back at him.

Zhao Pingjin went back to the Lufeng Mansion, he took a shower, lit a cigarette on the terrace, and asked Zheng Fan to send Sheng Senyuan's phone number, and he called directly.

Sheng Senyuan was still a little surprised when he received the call.

Hearing Zhao Pingjin ask Zhuang Mingwei about the injury to her hand, Sheng Senyuan hesitated for a moment, but still said.

His rhetoric was not different from Zhuang Mingwei's, and after he finished speaking, Sheng Senyuan also swore that he had absolutely no idea of hurting Zhuang Mingwei, and afterwards, he almost didn't even beat the subordinate who injured Zhuang Mingwei to death.

Zhao Pingjin didn't bother to listen to his nonsense there, and hung up the phone directly.

After smoking a cigarette, he called Zheng Fan again.

Zheng Fan was a little surprised on the phone, but he didn't say much, "Okay, I'll do it myself tomorrow." ”

Zhao Pingjin hung up the phone.

He went back to the bedroom, where the double door of the carved wood was still locked.

He thought of something, walked over, found the key, and unlocked the door.

It was just a slightly empty room, with a storage cabinet on the side of the wall except for a table.

Zhao Pingjin walked over and opened the cabinet.

There's only a nice solid wood storage box in there.

He rubbed the pattern on the box and opened it, revealing several picture frames.

One of them is a photo of him and Zhuang Mingwei, and it is also the only one together.

At that time, Zhuang Mingwei had just returned to the banker's house, and he was still a little young and introverted, and he was unruly and uninhibited in his eyebrows and eyes, and even his smile was wanton.

His arm was on Mingwei's shoulder, she smiled a little shyly, and Rong Jin was still standing on the other side, but this photo cut Rong Jin.

Zhao Pingjin put down the photo frame and saw a diary.

He opened the diary, which he had written in junior high school, and it was very sloppy and messy.

At that time, his father Zhao Zhiyong moved the idea of divorce for the sake of a woman who was raised outside.

The family was turned upside down, and the grandmother was furious and said, divorce is okay, Zhao Zhiyong went out of the house, the Zhao family removed him from then on, her old man raised her own grandson, and handed over the Zhao family to her grandson in the future, and did not leave him a penny for this son.

Rao is like this, Zhao Zhiyong still responded.

Adolescent boys are sensitive and rebellious when Zhao Zhiyong's actions and unsympathetic decisions undoubtedly brought an extremely painful blow to Zhao Pingjin, and he even had the idea of committing suicide.