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Then she wasted all her energy to send him an umbrella.

Song Qianqian looked up at him and narrowed his eyes. He felt powerless and sighed: "Junlin, you've been standing downstairs for several days. What are you doing? Five years have passed. I've put it down. Why can't you get out in the past?

Yes, in those years, I was sorry for you, I lied to you, and I betrayed you, but I also paid an equal price. Isn't that enough? Now, we each seriously live our own lives, isn't it? "

"I have Alan now. He is only four years old. He is still young and needs my care. The focus of my life and work is all for him. I really can't spare any energy to deal with you. Can you make it clear what you want to do? Also, you should be kind. Give me a way to make a living for Alan, can you?"

This is the first time in five years that song Qianqian has made a compromise with him, and these compromises are all for little Alan. She is afraid that Junlin will attack a child. Without Alan's existence, she would probably continue to fight with King's landing.

But from the moment she stepped on the plane, she made a choice, chose to forget all the unpleasant things and live for herself. So I suddenly felt that it was meaningless to fight like this.

The sharp thorns on her body had long been polished.

They are now fast approaching the age of thirty. They are thirty, not thirteen.

King's landing seemed to hear what she was saying, or didn't hear what she was saying. He pursed his lips and didn't speak. He just raised his hand slowly, trying to touch her side face with deep eyes.

As soon as song Qianqian realized what he was going to do, he immediately avoided the hand and staggered back two steps.

King's landing took her and stopped her falling back, but he didn't take her to his arms. He knew that she must be very reluctant for him to touch her now. It was just a temporary evil. When the slightly flustered song Qianqian stood up straight, Junlin immediately released her hand.

He looked at the ground and then changed his words: "the road is slippery in rainy days. Be careful."

"HMM." Song Qianqian didn't know what to say, but simply answered him.

But I still can't guess what he's thinking.

"It's cold, you go up, and I'll go back." Junlin's voice was soft and untrue.

Song Qianqian raised his head and blinked. When it began to rain, he should go back. It happened that he didn't leave until she came down and sent her umbrella... The fact is that Junlin didn't return her umbrella, which makes song Qianqian unclear.

Song Qianqian lowered his head and waited for him to get on the bus, but he didn't move for two minutes.

"You go up first and I'll go." Junlin's eyebrows stretched out, as if he wanted to see her go back safely first.

Song Qianqian bit his lower lip and glanced at the cigarette butts on the ground: "smoking is harmful. Smoke less."

Junlin probably didn't expect her to say so. She was surprised and accepted it at the same time.

Song Qianqian stopped talking. At the moment when Junlin held up his umbrella, he turned and walked quickly to the building crossing. Then the voice control light lit up. Junlin's eyes chased her step by step to the floor of sister Yi's house.

At this point, he took the umbrella and stepped into the car. The first thing was to touch the cigarette box in the pocket of his suit, look up at sister Yi's house, and throw the cigarette box together with the lighter into the storage box without hesitation.