Luxury Marriage: Rich Family's Love

The cold voice of the threat had a sharp hatred, but only qianxia knew how painful her heart was when she said these words.

"Ha ha, Tang qianxia, you're so powerful..." ye Shengyan lost his smile. The demon who smiled was enchanted. His eyes were covered with pain and vulnerability that only he could see. Gradually, his eyes were a little blurred. That was his second time and tasted the taste of tears.

Qianxia clenched her teeth tightly, as if trying to support the last strength, "so, if you don't stop me, then I'll go!"

Turning around, she took decisive and firm steps.

The open door separates two desperate hearts. One is a woman who collapses to tears and just wants to escape immediately, and the other is a man who can't speak and say a promise.

They are both insincere people, but when they are touched by each other to a sensitive place, they set up their inherent sharp barbs. While protecting themselves, they inadvertently hurt each other and themselves.

Ye Shengyan is still ye Shengyan. He always hides himself so deep that he can't see himself clearly in the end.

But qianxia is no longer the qianxia of that year. As time goes by, what she has changed is another kind of deeper extreme protection of herself.

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Rushing out of Yejia villa, qianxia, unable to control her tears, ran on the road like a madman.

She didn't know where to go, but the whole familiar city was so strange. She felt at a loss, as if she had been abandoned by the world. Deep helplessness and fear enveloped her.

He walked aimlessly and stopped, but found himself standing in front of Yang Qing's house.

Her only friend, will you forgive her now?

Qianxia didn't dare to find her. She just stood in place, raised her head, and looked straight at her with empty eyes. For a long time, she didn't have the courage to turn around and had to choose to leave.

"Thousands!"

A familiar surprised voice suddenly sounded around the corner.

Qianxia steps once, but he doesn't have the courage to look back, "sorry, I..."

"Ah, you finally speak Chinese. You are willing to admit that you are Tang qianxia, aren't you?" Yang Qing, who was returning from the supermarket, threw the bag in her hand excitedly. She rushed forward and hugged her fiercely without thinking. Her voice was ecstatic and uncertain, "Qianqian, I'm not dreaming, am I? Are you really back? Are you really willing to recognize me? "

"Xiao Qing..."

Qianxia, who was already on the edge of fragility, couldn't help crying and hugged her tightly.

"Qianqian... Just come back. You don't know. I haven't moved. I'm just worried that you won't find me when you come back! I always, always believed that you would come back! " Yang Qing said that no matter how many times she held her tightly with both hands, for fear that she would disappear if she was not careful, "Qianqian, how can you be here alone? And why are your eyes so red? Have you cried? Is it with... "

Qianxia lowered her eyes and smiled painfully, "Xiaoqing, I don't know where I should go..."

That night, qianxia, like a helpless child, confided to Yang Qing all the mood changes in the past three years. Her anxiety, her fear, her guilt and her pain were all accompanied by tears for the first time. She has experienced too many things, even many secrets that she never told Ji chenyao.

Including this time back home, and every bit between ye Shengyan.