Yi Xianchen stopped her waist and hugged Tang Yan, this time she didn't struggle anymore.

The people in the box looked at their backs as they left, and they all looked at each other.

How a blind man, shouldn't be.

Tang Yan's tears fell, but she stubbornly didn't say a word. was held by Yi Xianchen, his back was very straight, and his two hands refused to touch him for half a minute.

To others, it looked like she was forced.

In a night scene like "Yanhuai", men and women, one is cold and strong, the other is stubborn and unyielding, and there are tears, which is easy to lead people to reverie.

Therefore, taking the elevator from the third floor and coming out of the lobby on the first floor attracted a lot of attention, and there were good people who picked up their mobile phones to take pictures.

Of course, Tang Yan couldn't see it, so she didn't know.

Yi Xianchen stuffed her into the passenger seat, and her movements were not gentle.

Tang Yan angrily went to pick the car lock, and with a "Kata" sound, Yi Xianchen pressed the central control switch and closed the car door.

"Send you back." His voice was still so cold.

Tang Yan was silent and tilted her face to the side of the window.

Although he couldn't see it no matter which way he was biased, he just didn't want to face Yi Xianchen in the driver's seat next to him.

The carriage was silent, and Tang Yan subconsciously clutched her seat belt - not being able to see always made her feel insecure.

If you feel the speed of the car slowing down, you should have stopped. Her heart bounced quickly, and she had to turn her head to the driver's seat because she was afraid.

Yi Xianchen didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and quickly got out of the car and locked it.

Tang Yan was left alone, and in the dark, dead silence attacked her from all directions.

The blind man has no vision, and her other senses are very sensitive, and the slightest sound can make her shoulder shake in fright.

The back is close to the seat, and I subconsciously touch the mobile phone, but the bag that collapses on the shoulder can't be opened, and I can't take care of the buckle in my hand.

"Kata" made another crisp sound, the car door was slammed open, and the cold wind of November poured in, and Tang Yan's face trembled with cold.

"Who-"

"Don't move."

The man's not-so-gentle voice sounded again, and Tang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately felt a chill on her head, she tilted her head back and ducked back, Yi Xianchen held an ice pack in one hand and pressed her forehead, and the other hand went around the back to support the back of her head.

"If you don't deal with it, it will be swollen tomorrow." It's still a deep voice that is so cold that it makes people shudder.

Tang Yan was murdered by him one after another, and the grievances that had been blocked back poured out again.

"It's not because of you. Thought I wanted to? What are you murdering? Why did you text me so much? ”

Tears flowed out like a, and as he cried, his two slender white hands still pressed against the leather seat.

Like Dou E flying in June.

Yi Xianchen frowned, "What text message ......?" ”

Halfway through the words, he suddenly understood that the mobile phone should have been left in the box, and someone sent a message to Tang Yan in his name - everyone wanted to see the true face of the rumored No. 1 cheongsam beauty in Shucheng.

Tang Yan couldn't see Yi Xianchen's expression, and he didn't explain, so he thought that Yi Xianchen deliberately lured her to make her look foreign, but now he doesn't recognize it.

The pink and white cheeks on both sides were bulging with anger, a pair of big black eyes were round and round, and there were two lines of crystal clear tears hanging under the eye sockets.

As everyone knows, when the warm yellow roof lights shine down, her expression does not achieve a ruthless effect at all, but is very soft and cute.

Yi Xianchen lowered his eyes, looked away, held Tang Yan's hand, and asked her to hold down the ice pack by herself. He opened the plastic bag he had just taken out of the pharmacy, took out a pack of wet wipes, pulled out two sheets, and wiped the tears from Tang Yan's face.

This time, the action was not so heavy, and the curled knuckles occasionally touched the tip of Tang Yan's small and upturned nose, and the soapy scent of the ascetic wind penetrated into Tang Yan's respiratory tract with the night wind.

I can't tell you what it feels like, but a heart that is fluttering and trembling in mid-air has finally landed.

Tang Yan's nose was sour, "Brother, are you still leaving?" ”

Yi Xianchen stopped wiping her tears, was silent for a few seconds, and asked in a cold voice, "Do you want me to stay?" ”

Tang Yan pursed her lips, and before she could answer, she heard him ask, "Is marrying me what you want?" ”

Tang Yan's pupils dilated unconsciously, and the words were stuck in her throat, but she didn't say it after all.

She couldn't answer.

Even if he answered, Yi Xianchen didn't believe it.

She herself didn't believe it.

Three years ago, Grandpa Tang used thunderous means to force Tang Yan to break up with her then-boyfriend, and ordered her to marry Sun Yi Xianchen, the head of the Yi family.

Tang Yan was unwilling, she cried and made trouble, and even used the trick of running away from home, but she was still found.

Tang Yan had no choice, so she finally found Yi Xianchen, and wanted to persuade him to resist with her with her last hope. At that time, Tang Yan's eyes were not sick, and she always remembered how cold and silent Yi Xianchen was when he didn't say a word, looking at her.

Tang Yan and Yi Xianchen still got the certificate, because Grandpa Tang was dying, which was his only wish.

Later, her grandfather died, and Tang Yan's eyes slowly became invisible, and it was not until she was completely blind that she understood her grandfather's good intentions.

However, why Yi Xianchen?

Even if Yi Xianchen lived in the Tang family for ten years when he was a child, it doesn't mean that he can be a good husband and protect Tang Yan for the rest of his life as his grandfather hopes.

Tang Yan knew very well that the death between her and Yi Xianchen was said to be family affection.

Love, not at all.