Because Xia's father and Xia's mother were busy with work, Xia Wenyan was sent to his grandfather when he was not yet one year old, and forcibly adapted to the loneliness that he should not have experienced at that age.

He has always craved affection, friendship, and even sympathy.

"So he was jealous when he saw that you were so nice to me." Xia Xingluo thought it was funny when he said it.

But smiling and smiling, his eyes turned red.

Although Xia Wenyan, the elder brother, is not very competent, he will often yell at her

Song Zhiyuan didn't know how to comfort her, and her mind was in turmoil.

Knowing what his friend was worried about, Xia Xingluo sniffed and asked, "Do you want to see him, do you want to renew your relationship with him?"

Song Zhiyuan shook his head, "It's impossible for us anymore."

"Then what else do you want to see him do, to see if the next one he finds is better?" Xia Xingluo didn't understand it even more.

It's like she doesn't understand why Zhou Qichuan didn't come to see Song Zhiyuan as soon as possible after he went off the line, but went to apply for a household registration, and even had time to resign.

In her opinion, this is a cowardly act, exactly the same as Ji Yanli's negative bastard.

It's not a good thing!

Song Zhiyuan pursed her lips slightly and said what was in her heart, "I want to go and see if he is okay, by the way, say thank you."

"That's it?" Xia Xingluo was speechless, and his eyes were extremely disgusted, "That's all you have."

Disgust is disgust, but she still took out her mobile phone and dialed a phone number.

The other side was quickly connected, and the girl's voice full of joy came, "Sister Xingluo, is Sister Zhikite awake?"

Xia Xingluo responded angrily, and handed the phone to Song Zhiyuan, "You two talk, I'll cook porridge for you."

I didn't say I was hungry after waking up for a long time, can a man eat or something?

Without waiting for Song Zhiyuan to ask, He Xue poured out the words herself, "Sister Zhiyuan, you can be regarded as awake, the boss is so anxious that he can't eat well, and he doesn't dare to go over to see you."

Hearing that he was still nervous, Song Zhiyuan couldn't tell whether he was happy or a little more sad.

Halfway through, she squeezed out a sentence, "Is he okay?"

"Not too good." From He Xue's point of view, she actually felt sorry for Zhou Qichuan.

Compared with the little love that she hid in her heart and couldn't see the light, she hoped that Zhou Qichuan and Song Zhiyuan could reunite after breaking the mirror.

Hearing her say that she was not good, Song Zhiyuan only felt that her heart was stuffed with a stuffy ball, as if she had been stuffed with a ball of cotton soaked in water, which made her almost out of breath.

"Sister Zhiyuan, there is something my brother won't let me tell you, but I think you should know." He Xue suddenly spoke.

Without waiting for Song Zhiyuan to ask, she said directly, "The boss's mother has passed away."

Su Mujun is dead?

She did all the evil things in the early years, and she used the video of that scum to stimulate her mother again and again, and the torture of their mother and daughter was better than death.

This kind of person, even if he goes to hell and is cut by a thousand knives, he will not be able to resolve his hatred.

How could she die so easily?

"Sister Zhiyuan, are you still listening?" He Xue didn't know about the grievances, and only thought that Su Mujun had opposed them being together in the past.

Song Zhiyuan came back to his senses, answered in a low voice, and asked, "Is it an illness?"

"It's not." He Xue hesitated for a few seconds before continuing, "Ms. Su committed suicide by jumping off the building."

She has been suffering from illness in the hospital bed for too long, she can't eat or sleep well, and she has long been thin and unpresentable.

Isn't it torture to live like this?

At the beginning, Zhou Jingyu's mother, Sun Biqiao, also committed suicide by jumping off the building.

At that time, Su Mujun would never have imagined that he would end up with the current end of betraying his relatives and jumping off the building to commit suicide.

Song Zhiyuan took a deep breath and said softly, "Thank you for telling me this."

"Sister Zhiyuan, are you still unwilling to forgive your boss?" He Xue couldn't help but ask.

She didn't understand why the two who had experienced life and death didn't hug each other, but instead distanced themselves from each other.

But anyone who has eyes can see that they still have feelings for each other.

If there is affection, why torture each other?

Song Zhiyuan's explanation came to his lips, and only a faint sentence remained, "It's all over."

Their direct things are not something that can be explained in a sentence or two.

Knowing that she didn't want to say more, He Xue didn't ask, just pretended to be casual and said, "Our plane the day after tomorrow, if Sister Zhiyuan comes back now, she can still catch up for a meal together."

They will fly to New York the day after tomorrow, and they are currently handing over the work at hand.

It's really hard to say goodbye this time.

"I won't eat the meal, if you can, say thank you to Mr. Zhou on my behalf." The words of promise went around and around his mouth, but Song Zhiyuan still couldn't say it.

She never thought that she would become so cowardly, and she didn't even have the courage to meet him.

"No, you can't." He Xue's tone suddenly hardened, "Sister Zhiyuan, if you are really grateful to the boss, wouldn't it be more sincere to thank you in person?"

After saying that, she immediately hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy sound coming from the other end, Song Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and then hooked his lips helplessly.

"It's worthy of being a *** sister, well done." Xia Xingluo was so happy when he heard it that he even wanted to applaud He Xue.

That's great!

Song Zhiyuan glanced at her faintly, didn't speak, lowered his head and continued to drink porridge.

Looking at her side face, which had obviously lost a lot of weight, Xia Xingluo was distressed and angry, "What are you going to do?"

"What to do?" Song Zhiyuan didn't raise his head, and asked knowingly.

Xia Xingluo glared at her, "Professor Shi, you don't want it, and you don't see Zhou Qichuan, so you plan to live alone in the future?"

Song Zhiyuan, "It's good to be alone."

At least, not so tired.

"Not good!" Xia Xingluo stepped forward and directly snatched the bowl in her hand, "That's all you need. I've slept all the time, and I'm still afraid to see each other?"

The more she spoke, the more angry she became, "People risk their lives to save you, it's in the sea, if you die, you may not even be able to find the whole body, do you want to have a conscience?"

As a friend, these Xia Xingluo originally didn't want to talk about it.

But when she thought of Song Zhiyuan's appearance of being haunted by nightmares when she first left Zhou Qichuan, she was a little afraid, afraid that she would regret it in the future.

At that time, there is really no regret medicine sold.

In the face of Xia Xingluo's accusation, Song Zhiyuan didn't raise his head from beginning to end, just listened silently.

"Kite, don't you really regret it in the future?" Xia Xingluo asked unwillingly.

As a bystander, she was too aware of the feelings between them. Even if you are ruthlessly separated, can you let it go?

Unable to get Song Zhiyuan's answer, Xia Xingluo was a little discouraged, and muttered to himself, "If he knew this result, I don't know if he would regret changing his surname."

"What regrets?" Song Zhiyuan suddenly raised his head and captured the point of his words.

Zhou Qichuan didn't change his household registration, what does it have to do with his surname?

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