Dumb bride: Mr.Quan's spoiled girl

Yan Yun left lonely. Wang Ping was waiting for her to come back in the car. He didn't plan to let her go.

"Do you want to see Lu Chen and Lu Yao? It's said that Lu Yao's condition is not good. "

"What happened to him?" Just experienced a blow, Yan Yun has no mental strength just now.

"What do you say?" Wang Ping is not polite to her at all. He speaks in this tone to prove that everything is her own creation and has nothing to do with him.

"Wang Ping, how do you torture me and how far do you torture me so that you can be reconciled?"

"Why, are you going to give up?"

Wang Ping didn't realize that her mood was out of control.

"I just think that if I live like you, lose all my relatives and no friends, then I should feel that I have no face to live in this world."

Hearing this, his fingers immediately stiffened.

"Are you talking about yourself or me?"

"Guess what."

He did not answer, but started the car, frantically forward, in the process, neither of them said a word.

The car stops outside the mental hospital. As soon as it stops, he can't wait to get out of the car and pull Yan Yun out of the back seat.

All the way to pull her wrist, regardless of rushed forward.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Yun was very painful to be caught by him, but the power gap between them was so great that she couldn't get rid of it.

"What are you doing? Don't you just want to know what happened to me? Today I will tell you everything. You should also have a good look at yourself and where you come from, so that you can say those words to me. "

"Ah He threw Yan Yun to the ground.

Then with soft power, push open the door of the ward, and violently pull up Yan Yun on the ground, two people into the ward.

As soon as the woman saw him, her face was full of joy. "It's the bottle. The bottle is coming. Come and sit down."

She pointed to the chair in front of her and clapped her hands happily.

Wang Ping sat down obediently again.

The woman touched his head and said, "it's really hard for us to experience so much pain."

"It's not hard, as long as you can always accompany me well, no matter what I do, I won't feel hard, OK?"

"Well, well, Auntie won't go anywhere. She will stay with you forever until you hate auntie."

"Nonsense, I'll always like it."

Wang Ping holds the woman's hand and acts like a child.

At this moment, the king's bottle faded all the rage, like a clever and lovable child.

"Come here." He sank his breath and said to Yan Yun behind him.

Yan Yun walked over and stood beside them step by step.

"Who is this?" The woman gave her a look.

"She's my friend." Wang Ping replied.

"Have you made friends? That's good. " The woman's eyes showed surprise, and she immediately put on her shoes and got out of bed, "you chat, I'll cook for you."

"Well, we're not hungry." Wang Ping grabbed her and said patiently.

"How can you not be hungry? How can you not be hungry?" The woman didn't know how to speak until she cried.

"Auntie, I don't want to eat. I want to chat with you, OK?" Yan Yun squatted in front of her and said to her in a gentle tone.

"Well, chat with my friends. I like chatting with my friends most."

……

When they came out of the ward, it was getting dark.

Time flies quietly between them, in the same period of time, some people are suffering, some people are happy, some people are sad.

"And your parents?"

"They died long ago."

In the face of this question, Wang Ping was happy and sad, because his face was smiling, but his heart was bleeding.

"Twenty years ago, they didn't know what conflict had happened. They quarreled in front of me. My clearest memory is that my mother, the beautiful woman, lifted me up to throw me down from the second floor."

After a pause, he turned around and asked Yan Yun with a smile, "guess, did she throw it at last?"

"I don't know." Yan Yun shook her head. She thought that as a mother, she could never do such a thing.

But when she saw the sadness in his eyes, she felt that her answer might be wrong.

"She threw it away, not only me, but also herself."

What is the reason behind such a tragic event?

"She's dead. I've cut a blood hole in my right leg and left a scar."

"Later, I learned that it was because they thought I was not the natural child of the Wang family. They gave her face every day. She couldn't stand it any more."

Yan Yun has always believed that no one is born a bad person.

She had long suspected that he would have a sad past, but she did not expect that he would be so sad.

"Do you think this is the end?"

Wang Ping saw Yan Yun's heavy face and asked her.

"Why?" Yan Yun frowned, she realized that things will not be so simple, because his story has not been finished.

"I learned later that she didn't want to commit suicide, but wanted to kill me, because I was really not a child of the Wang family. She had to kill me to hide everything."

"Then why?"

Even so, she still jumped down, and it was her who lost her life.

"She was pushed."

Who is that? Yan Yun had the answer in her mind. It was because of the answer that she was shocked beyond comparison.

"Why?" Why would a man be so cruel and hurt his wife and a child of one or two years old.

"Do you think this is the end?" Wang Ping wry smile, where is the tragedy of his life, is just the beginning.

Growing up in the past 20 years, he has been under mental control and has been taking good care of his nanny Aunt Wang. Because he has been around her for a long time, he is crazy.

What kind of life should such a person choose? If you choose a quiet life, will he be willing? can't.

"Yan Yun, how do you feel when you hear it now?"

"I've long guessed that your experience is painful."

"Is it?" Wang Ping sneered, "I've already guessed if I'm going to blame and persuade me."

He came to this road, everything is not only his choice, but also his helplessness, his sorrow.

Does persuasion work? No, it's useless to blame. No.

If he doesn't live in this way, he can't live at all.

"I don't want to persuade you or criticize you. It's just a pity."

"What a pity?"

"You should be nice to yourself."

All his life, he spent all his life searching for the truth and taking pleasure in tormenting himself.

If he can wake up early and feel sorry for himself, maybe he can reduce a lot of invisible pain.