Speaking of this, Yan Yan felt that her eyes were a little dry. She raised her hand and took a sip. After the smoke came out of her mouth, she continued: "This kind of life lasted until I was ten years old. My mother met Rong Shenghai. Originally, Well, she was afraid that people would dislike her. She brought two oil bottles and found an orphanage for me. But Uncle Rong is a good man. He said that he could raise three children, so I stayed and never After the age of ten, the anxiety and fear of being discarded at any time gradually disappeared."

"However, although I won't be thrown away, my new troubles have come again as I grow older." Through the smoke, her face suddenly smiled sweetly at Liancheng Yazhi, "Mr. Liancheng thinks I'm not bad at all. She must be a beautiful woman, because of this face, and then one day my mother, who had ignored me for many years, suddenly discovered that when her eldest daughter grew up, many men would peek at her while walking, and then she began to think, It's a pity that such a face is not exchanged for some money."

Rongyan stretched her arms and lay back on the bed, her legs hanging under the bed were dangling boredly, she giggled, "After I turned 17, I started to worry, fearing that my mother would Sell ​​me to a strange man."

Rong Yan rolled around on the bed, lying on the bed, raised her upper body slightly, and smiled elegantly at Liancheng: "I don't like being hated by my biological mother, I want to throw it away when I was young, and I will be treated as a prostitute when I grow up." Selling the same to others, worrying and fearing all day long, isn’t it like living in hell?”

After finishing speaking, Yan Yan said to Liancheng elegantly: "Mr. Liancheng, can I pass the ashtray?"

Liancheng Yazhi forgot how he picked up the ashtray and walked up to Rongyan. He knew more or less what Rongyan said, because he had read Rongyan's investigation report.

But the thin sheet of paper printed by those typefaces is far less shocking than the feeling of saying it from the face.

From the beginning to the end, there was a faint smile on the corner of her lips. When those past events came out of her mouth, she didn't seem to be sad at all, and she didn't care at all, as if she was reading a tragic story about others according to the script.

Liancheng Yazhi felt a very strange feeling in her heart, a very strange feeling, a feeling she had never experienced before, her heart convulsed, and she wanted to take this woman under his wings, so that she would never bear those things that she should not have to bear. suffering.

Those who gave her pain, he wants them to go to hell forever.

And how strong and strong does a woman have to be in order to live safely until now?

Liancheng Yazhi didn't know about this question.

He always thought that he knew about Yanyan, but the facts told him that he didn't know her at all.

In her heart, she will not let anyone, including him, enter.

Rong Yan threw the half-burned cigarette into the ashtray, clapped her hands, and raised her head to meet his eyes: "Uncle Rong is the first person who gave me a stable life, and you are the second."

His appearance deceived Liancheng Yazhi, he was not the second person who gave her a sense of security, the real second was Chu Wenluo whom she knew before rebirth.

It's just that of these two men, one is weak-minded, and the other is a complete deceit.

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