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He gave her a hard push, and her back hit the cold wall. The ceramic tiles hurt her.

Song Manxi's whole person was also shaking.

With that, Jun Xiao didn't look at her anymore and turned around. The whole person looked very calm, but his breathing was a little short because of anger.

The air pressure of the whole person is very low.

Finally, he said it. He told her that Grandpa Jun forced him to marry. Even though he had known it for a long time, song Manxi still felt hurt when he admitted it. It's like the dream you insist on. One day, someone told you that it has ended due to external factors.

She stood still for a moment, sucked her nose, and some low sobs.

Regardless of the cry of red wrists and scalded skin pain, he stumbled and trotted out. He just wanted to go, just wanted to escape, just wanted to make himself less humble and embarrassed, and just wanted to save his last little dignity.

Aunt Jiang, who was waiting by the stairs, only felt a gust of wind around her. She stretched out her hand and grabbed song Manxi's running arm: "Miss, how do you..."

Just shouted, but saw the girl's eyes red, like crying. Song Manxi didn't say anything. The tears in her eyes overflowed, but she just managed to tear away aunt Jiang's hand.

"Let her go." Jun Xiao's voice of anger and smashing things came from the room. "She is not allowed to enter here again in the future. It's best to set up a sign. Dogs and she are not allowed to enter."

Aunt Jiang was stunned by the roar. She changed her mind for a while. Song Manxi was so wronged that she finally shed tears. His words were engraved in her heart like a knife.

Even more vigorously pulled away aunt Jiang's imprisonment, and even her whole body was shouting grievances. She ignored it. As soon as aunt Jiang loosened her, she ran out of the villa without looking back.

......

Jun Xiao stood by the window until he saw that the petite figure in the night gradually disappeared in the field of vision. He stroked his sour forehead. He was too tired to speak.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him. Now once he sees her, he can't help but want to lose his temper. It seems that only by hurting her in that way, can he get a trace of balance in his psychology, but there is endless heartache after being unscrupulous.

He wanted to catch up, but he found that he didn't have the courage to catch up.

With a sigh, there was still a trace of uneasiness in his eyes. Jun Xiao walked slowly to the bedside, but was surprised to find that there was a mobile phone with a light purple shell on the tea table. He was stunned for a moment, and finally pulled the mobile phone tightly in his hand and against the center of his eyebrows.

There seems to be the temperature of this and that person above, so clear.

Finally, he took out his mobile phone, hung up a phone and went out. His voice almost collapsed: "watch it, don't let her have an accident, and don't let her find out."

"Yes." the other party replied. After that, he hung up the phone, sat down on the carpet along the bedside, his face buried in his knees, and the whole person was very depressed.

"Young master, miss, she just went out crying. Did you not hold back your temper?" aunt Jiang stood at the door and looked at the grown-up child. She couldn't bear it. It was not the truth, but she couldn't tell what the truth was.

She knew that the girl must be different in the young master's heart. Otherwise, she would not hear the girl's voice today. In the scenery blocked by the door, she could see the stormy waves passing through Junxiao's eyes.

Jun Xiao put his knee in the air and shook his hand. Then he covered his head with his hand. A deep hoarse voice came out: "aunt Jiang, I want to be quiet. You go out first."

The voice was almost begging, with inexplicable sadness.

Aunt Jiang swallowed her breath. She just wanted to step forward, but she took it back. She turned and picked up the broken pieces of porcelain bowl with her apron, sighed, and finally pulled up the door.

It's just a pity that this bowl of porridge has been boiling all afternoon.