It's getting late. Yang Benhu was restless and drove aimlessly on the road. He didn't expect to be upset like this. At the dinner table, the sharp and harsh words made him restless.

How many benefits have been reaped, this is the second aunt's contempt. But only he knows in his heart that after five years of getting along, what benefits did Ajing get from him? What did he give her? He never gave her anything, including fame. She was so self-reliant, she lived strongly, and without his company, he believed that she could live just as well. What traces did he leave in her life?

That's the difference, right? Without him, she was still doing well. Without her, he is like a dry stream of feelings, cracked everywhere. Her indifference, her serenity, her strength, all fascinated him deeply and made him intoxicated.

He couldn't tolerate anyone insulting her, she was his angel. Even though she didn't want him anymore, she still stood in the softest corner of his heart.

Is she really going to walk into the arms of another man? She probably didn't care what a one-way street was, she never valued that. Those eyes that are as clear as the starry sky will never flow because of fame and wealth. After five years of getting along, she never knew his identity, nor did she ask about his background. If he wanted to find a corner in this world where he could sleep peacefully like a baby, Yang Benhu knew that place was next to Ah Jing. But now, he's getting farther and farther away from there!

Is he really going to lose this only beautiful garden where he can meditate?

Yang Benhu pinched his cigarette fiercely, turned the head of the car, galloped all the way, and drove outside the community, but hesitated. After hesitating, he parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car, and slowly walked into the community.

He didn't come for a long time, and the gate guard of the community was changed, and he didn't stop him.

The twilight was deep, and Yang Benhu came downstairs to Ajing, standing under the street lamp, looking up at the familiar window. The lights are on. I can't see the figure, this little lamp, how happy and happy he is, wishful and peaceful!

The streetlamp stretched his lonely shadow thin and long. The red cigarette butt was clearly extinguished in his hand. The wind blows, the shadows of the trees in the community are swaying, and the sheets of which house have never been put away, hanging on the balcony, flying in the wind.

When he came, the warmth of the room was in front of him, but he couldn't take a step, and it was so difficult to step in again!

There was a sound of footsteps coming from afar, and Yang Benhu suddenly hoped that it was Ah Jing. What would happen if she came and saw him here?

The voice was near, and so was the long figure. White shirt, beige trousers. Yang Benhu's eyes narrowed coldly.

Sure enough, it's not that enemies don't get together.

From a distance, Lu An saw the burly figure in a black suit under the street lamp.

Neither of them was directly involved in their father's business, and they did not have direct contact, but they knew each other from numerous sources. I have seen a lot of photos, and I can tell them from afar.

Lu An approached, his eyes glanced at Yang Benhu lightly, he was actually here, Lu An's heart skipped a slight beat, and he walked into the corridor.

Yang Benhu's cigarette was clenched tightly in his hand, almost crushed. Although I heard it, it was better to see it with my own eyes. He actually showed up here. Swaggering upstairs, just like he was back then!

"I never gave up." Yang Benhu's voice seemed to come from the thousand-year-old cold cellar underground, subtle and cold.

Lu An had already entered the corridor, and when he heard this, he stopped, slowly turned around, looked at Yang Benhu, who was pale and bearded under the street lamp, and smiled slightly: "I have never gotten it, so why give it up?" ”

Yang Benhu looked at him coldly and clenched his fists. But he seemed to hear his heart crack in the silence.

If you never get it, why give it up!

How does he know?

In such a quiet night, how cruel it is to say it lightly!

This sentence was like a sharp arrow, shooting straight through Yang Benhu's heart, revealing a bloody wound that he didn't want to face, almost without thinking, Yang Benhu flew a punch and smashed it straight into Lu An's face.

In a second, Lu An had turned around, and Yang Benhu's fist smashed on the iron door of the corridor, and the iron door instantly concave a big hole, and hit the wall again, making a loud noise, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor were all turned on.

Lu An stood and looked at Yang Benhu, whose face was a little distorted, still faint: "I don't care about you, you are injured now, this punch is not your level." Someday, we're going to have to compete with each other. ”

The noise downstairs alarmed many of the occupants, the windows opened, and many poked their heads down.

Yang Benhu withdrew his hand gloomily. He was wounded, and his heart was broken. This opponent should not be underestimated. He won't throw in the towel, but not now. As Lu An said, whether it is a love field or a battlefield, they are all opponents, and one day, they will compete with each other!

Ah Jing was startled by this loud noise. Xiaoqing was making sweet and sour pork ribs, and Lu Zi was greedy like a cat, smelling the fragrance and lying in the living room early waiting to eat.

She changed the channel for a while, and she didn't know why, but suddenly her heart pounded? This feeling has not occurred in a long time! She glanced out the window and saw no of his car.

He didn't deserve to come again. Didn't you already tell him to stop picking up those hurtful pieces? But why, it still feels so familiar?

The sound downstairs frightened Xiaoqing, took a spatula and ran out, Lu Zishan smiled: "Big chef, go and cook, it's none of your business." ”

Xiaoyan smiled and went into the kitchen again, Ah Jing poked his head out of the window, suddenly startled, retracted his head, and then his chest, his face was full of surprise.

She saw the two figures. What is he here for? What is Luan doing again?

Lu Zishan saw that Ah Jing's face was wrong, but he didn't say anything, and went to the kitchen with his back to look at Xiaoyan.

Ah Jing looked out the window again, but only saw Yang Benhu's figure walking away in the night and disappearing at the door of the community.

The door slammed, Lu An opened the door and came in, Ah Jing sat on the sofa in a daze, looking at him without speaking, and the palpitations on his face did not disappear.

Lu looked at her quietly. Such a look! Such a shocked and stupid look! Is it because Yang Benhu is here?

His heart suddenly hurt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and Lu An turned his head and opened the door and went out.

"Anzi!" Ah Jing screamed weakly.

Lu An stopped, looked back at Ah Jing, and happened to touch the pair of tearful and helpless eyes, and his heart softened suddenly. turned around, walked to Ajing's side, stared at her, hated to see through her heart, and saw who was in that heart?

is as calm as him, and in the face of such a sad and uneasy look, he is not sure. If it weren't for what he had always thought, his love path would be really full of thorns!

"What is he here for?" Ah Jing looked at Lu An, and there was a faint resentment in his heart, didn't he tease him enough? She was really tired, five years had passed, and nothing had been left for her. It's time to hurt and it's hurt, it's time to end it. It's just that what baffles her is, damn it, how can she still sense his coming?

"Do you want him to come?" Luan looked at her.

Ah Jing didn't answer, and turned his head away. But the heart is turbulent.

Does she want him to come?

It's gone, it's gone. She is not a saint, and she can calmly face a man who once shared a bed with her, but betrayed her. What love? What oath? Everything is bullshit.

What did he come to do? Of course she didn't! She didn't want to believe it, she didn't want to go back, let her life be calmer, she didn't have any more luxury.

Lu looked at her quietly, waiting for her answer, but A-Jing was distracted again, staring blankly at the hands on his knees, his long curved eyelashes were slightly covered, his red lips were pursed, his small nose was slightly sucked, and his lovely facial features made this slender and beautiful face ...... Slightly sentimental.

Yes, sad. He saw such a look. However, at this moment, the sadness and distraction of the girl in front of him were not caused by him. It's because of another man, another man.

Lu An's heart tightened, and he was uncomfortable. Is she still thinking about her old love? Couldn't she let him go? Even if deceived and betrayed?

He sat and watched her in a daze, waiting for her answer. Every second I waited, the disappointment and heartache in my heart burned a little more.

Ah Jing didn't notice it, and was immersed in his own sadness and anger.

Lu An finally couldn't sit down anymore, as if the person was about to be burned dry, he got up suddenly, opened the door and went out like a whirlwind.

Leaving a slightly stunned Ah Jing.

Lu Zishan flashed slightly at the kitchen door, blinked, and was a little regretful, okay, it's over, it is estimated that the innocent breakfast will not be eaten tomorrow.