He Xiyan returned to the hotel where he was staying. It was already night, and she didn't have the heart to go anywhere. At this point, she opened a piece of software with a lot of information about the sale and purchase of houses, as well as the sale of houses.

She read a lot of messages, and finally contacted an agent, the house was a three-bedroom house, located in an upscale neighborhood in the south of the city, the house was very well decorated, and it was also the Mediterranean style she liked.

She made an appointment to see the house tomorrow morning, and if the house was good, she would live there, and then she could take Xixi and Yuanyuan over and live with her.

After arranging all the things that should be arranged, He Xiyan lay on the soft big bed.

She pillowed her hands on her hands, and her head was still a little painful, probably because she hadn't slept well in the past few days, and she hadn't slept well in Mingcheng before.

Suddenly, a figure she was extremely familiar with flashed in He Xiyan's mind, and in an instant, her eyes turned red again.

She woke up her nose, and her heart suddenly throbbed again, and the pain came and went, making her feel like she couldn't breathe.

She quickly rolled over and clutched her chest.

And after a while, she took out her mobile phone almost uncontrollably, clicked on WeChat, and looked at the avatar she was most familiar with.

He clicked on the avatar, and soon she saw the messages sent to her by Jia Hang, one by one, there were more than a dozen.

- Yan Yan, you come back early, I will wait for you at home.

- There are some things that we can face together, and they are not as difficult as you think.

- I will do what I say.

- Yan Yan, where are you?

He Xiyan looked at this information, and the tears in his eyes slipped down the corners of his eyes, and they all fell on the sheets one by one.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She said sorry twice. But she didn't know what to say except sorry.

I don't even know what to go back to. She thought for a moment, and finally only replied with a few words:

"Jiahang, I hope you are happy."

When she finished, she burst into tears.

There are some feelings that she can't reluctant, but she has to give up, because there will be no good results if she continues. She thought that it would be better to leave the beauty of the past than this, which would be good for her and Jiahang.

She can't give Jiahang a happy home, she knows. Even if Jiahang really marries herself, there will be indispensable contradictions in the family in the future, it is impossible for her not to see her children, and it is inevitable to have contact with Mo Yixuan and Ye Hao, and she really doesn't even want to have any more children, and she may not necessarily give birth to them.

She has been pregnant with three children, gave birth to two, lost one, her uterine wall is already thin, plus she has multiple cysts before, she may never be able to conceive again.

She really doesn't have the courage and doesn't want to enter into a marriage, she is tired and tired of marriage.

The screen of the mobile phone flashed again at this time, He Xiyan took a look and found that it was Jiahang who came back:

- Yan Yan, where are you?

asked if it was this question, and He Xiyan did not answer this question every time.

Because she really hopes that Jiahang can give up on himself and find happiness that belongs to him.

At this time, she thought about how good it would be if she had met Jiahang earlier, she had met Jiahang before she met Mo Yixuan, so maybe she wouldn't have experienced so many hardships in her life. There won't be two bad marriages either.