One thought in love

Chapter 677 Hope You Will Not Regret 1
Fang Boran nodded: "That is to say, this is also his real temperament. The personality before the age of seven is not the real him."

Fang Jiaran always felt that what Fang Boran said was as if Wenren was schizophrenic.

But she didn't think for a long time, Fang Boran continued: "After that, Wenren has been like this all the time, and has not changed. Everyone thinks that he has put aside the things of the year. After all, he was only seven years old at that time, and his memory should be It’s not deep, but I think he never let go.”

"The things that happened back then had a great impact on him. Some of the things he does now, many details are influenced by those years. Even if he doesn't admit it, it seems that this matter has become a habit in his heart. Tormenting him and whipping him all the time." Fang Boran shook his head.

"As for the Patriarch, he hasn't remarried for so many years." Fang Boran said, "No one knows how much love exists between the Patriarch and his wife. After all, the two are married for a policy. But I think the Patriarch loves his wife more or less, even if he doesn't Love, but the head of the family is also a responsible man, he has always owed his wife in his heart, so he has always respected her status and never remarried."

"Similarly, he doesn't have a second son, not even an illegitimate son. He is the only son who wants to leave the Wen family to Mrs. Wen Ren."

"What about the Luo family?" Fang Jiaran asked.

"For a while after the accident, the Luo family and the Wen family broke off ties. Even though it was a policy marriage, the wife's parents never intended to sacrifice their daughter's life, let alone suffer such cruel abuse."

"They blamed themselves, and at the same time they blamed the Patriarch for not protecting his wife well. The Madam was implicated by the Patriarch. You also know what the broken parents will do."

Fang Boran paused, then continued: "They went to the Patriarch and beat and scolded them hysterically. No one dared to do this, but they did, and the Patriarch couldn't fight back or scold, let them vent."

"It took a long time for them to get over the pain of losing their daughter, and because of the presence of Wen Ren, the grandson, the relationship between the Luo family and the Wen family gradually eased."

Fang Jiaran looked at Fang Jiaran motionlessly: "At the beginning, the Luo family thought the same as you now. They thought that the head of the family had the ability to protect his wife. Even if danger really came, as long as the wife didn't go down the mountain, it didn't matter. But what happened?"

"It's impossible for you to hide on the mountain all your life. Something happened to your wife, and you can't even die happily." Fang Boran said, "Jiaran, I still say the same thing."

"I don't agree with you being with Wenren!" Fang Boran said in a deep voice, resolutely.

Fang Jiaran stood up slowly, with drooping eyelids, and the tear-stained eyelashes looked thick, hanging down to cover the eyelids, casting a thick shadow on the eyelids.

There were still tears on her face, and the tears made her face a little blurred, making her look extraordinarily haggard.

"I want to be alone." Fang Jiaran said softly.

Fang Boran nodded silently, watching Fang Jiaran's back as he walked back to the bedroom.

He frowned, wondering what Fang Jiaran was thinking.

He was not so optimistic that Fang Jiaran would give up easily when he heard the story he told.

Even though he has never been exposed to these things, Fang Jiaran's blood is the blood of the Fang family. He is bold by nature and will not be afraid to stop just because others talk about it.

And being stubborn and not giving up is also the character of their family.

What he fears most is that Fang Jiaran has figured it out and is ready to face difficulties.

What we need to see now is how deep Fang Jiaran's love for Wenren is.

Fang Boran's lips tightened into a line, which should not be too deep in such a short period of time.

Fang Jiaran sat cross-legged on the bed, lowered her head and wanted to calmly sort out what happened tonight, but found that her mind was in a mess and there was no way to calm down.

She slowly raised her head and looked out the window, looking at the sky outside.

Because of all kinds of tangible and intangible pollution in the city, it has long been difficult to see stars in the sky, and it is not easy to see a few sparse ones.

She couldn't help thinking that when she lived in Tong Pinzhi's house, she could see the sky full of stars when she looked up, shining with sapphire blue luster, just like countless sapphires lying on the dark blue velvet cloth, so dazzling and beautiful.

She had never spent the night in the Lanshan compound, so she didn't know what it would be like to look at the night sky from Lanshan.

But she thought that the sky in Lanshan must be as beautiful as Tong Pinzhi's house, maybe even more beautiful.

I just don't know if Wenren, who has been living on it, will feel lonely.

She thought of when he was a child, Wen Chengyun didn't allow him to cry, and didn't allow him to show any emotions that symbolized weakness.

After Wenren's mother died in an accident, he stayed alone in his yard, alone under the vast night.

A picture suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, under the dark sky, there was no one, and the whole world was only a little celebrity at the age of seven.

He stands under the night sky, lonely and helpless, the picture makes people feel distressed.

Fang Jiaran came to the window, opened the window and let the cool wind rush in, slapping her face head-on.

She didn't move, didn't blink her eyes, just stared at the sky in a daze, letting the cool wind blowing on her face dry her tears.

The wet tears were blown cool by the wind, and the skin on his face suddenly felt a chill.

Fang Jiaran shuddered suddenly, and turned to look at the watch on the wall.

The hour hand is pointing to three, and the minute hand is also working hard to climb to three.

She threw her palm on her face, wiped it casually, wiped away the tears on her face, and squeezed her eyes again.

After wiping, the whole face was rubbed red.

She blinked and quietly opened the door.

The light in her room overflowed through the door, which was particularly obvious in the dark room.

The door of Fang Boran's room was closed, and the living room was pitch-black. It seemed that he had returned to the room.

Fang Jiaran quickly closed the door to cut off the light in the bedroom.

She bit her lip, walked quietly to the entrance in the dark, and groped on the cabinet at the door according to her memory.

After a while, she touched a cold and hard plastic shell with a rectangular shape. Fang Jiaran immediately took it out, rubbed the mark on the plastic shell with her fingertips, felt the outline like three bullets, and recognized that it was Fang Boran Buick.

Fang Jiaran held the car key in her palm, and clenched her fingers tightly. The Buick logo on the plastic was stamped on her palm, and the original coldness was soon warmed by her palm.

She gritted her teeth, opened the door as if she made up her mind, and left quietly.

Fang Boran heard the sound from outside the door, although it was slight, he did not ignore it.

He got up and walked to the window, and after a while, he saw Fang Jiaran appearing downstairs.

After she walked out of the unit door, she stood still suddenly and looked up at the window of Fang Boran's bedroom.

For a moment, Fang Boran thought she had discovered him.

But soon, Fang Jiaran looked away, and trotted all the way into his car.

Fang Boran clasped the window frame tightly with his fingers, all the veins and blood vessels on the back of his hand protruded, his fingertips were extremely white, his lips were pursed into a stern line, but his eyes showed sadness.

He watched Fang Jiaran drive away, but stood motionless by the window.

He had guessed Fang Jiaran's plan when he heard Fang Jiaran's voice before, but he didn't move.

Now watching her leave, he still didn't chase her.

"I hope you won't regret it." He murmured slowly as the car disappeared from sight.

There are no cars on the road in the middle of the night, and it is not easy to meet one or two occasionally.

The traffic lights in the middle of the night were no longer working, so she galloped all the way to Arashiyama unimpeded.

Lanshan repaired the road very well, and she encountered no obstacles or bumps along the way.

Go up to the Lanshan compound and park the car in the parking lot outside the compound.

Various vehicles were parked in an orderly manner in the parking lot, all of which belonged to the people in the yard.

The rows of cars parked compactly, but they showed a lot of popularity under the dim moonlight.

She got out of the car and rushed all the way to the gate of the yard.

There are also "dark guards" guarding the compound at night. When they saw someone rushing in, they subconsciously raised their guns, but when they saw clearly that it was Fang Jia who rushed in, they silently raised their guns. put away.

(End of this chapter)