Report to the captain: Your predecessor has boarded

In the ward.

Yan's mother and Qian Mengting are studying the plan, thinking about how to approach Jiang Miaomiao step by step into their carefully arranged trap, and how to "confuse" Yan Sheng's eyes.

On the other hand, when Jiang Miaomiao left the ward, the person who left with him was Yan Sheng who had been waiting outside the ward.

But Yan Sheng came a little late. When he arrived outside the ward, he just heard the sound of insulation boxes and dishes and chopsticks falling to the ground.

At that time, I wanted to rush in to see the situation and pull the rack, but later I learned from a few words said by Jiang Miaomiao and his mother that the insulation box was broken by Yan's mother and the bowl was also broken by Yan's mother.

Inside the heat preservation box is Jiang Miaomiao's nutritional soup from early morning to this morning.

"Misty, maybe there was some misunderstanding just now. My mother told her..."

"How is your mother?"

From the ward to the parking lot, when he was about to get on the bus, Jiang Miaomiao opened his mouth,

"Yan Sheng, I don't know how much you've heard and what you've heard. There's no misunderstanding. I don't want to explain and disdain to explain again. What you think and what your mother thinks are all your family affairs and have nothing to do with me."

This time, Jiang Miaomiao was really disappointed.

For the future of her and Yan Sheng, it's nothing to bow her head to please Yan's mother and admit her mistakes in front of Yan's mother. For Yan Sheng, she is willing to do these things.

But the premise of doing this is that Yan's mother knows how to appreciate.

What are the facts? Yan's mother said that she was fine, but she couldn't say that she was ill bred. She said that the Jiang family's tutoring was worrying. What was the Jiang family like? Why was it Yan's turn to tell?

For Yan Sheng, you can do anything. As long as two people can live together safely, except her bottom line and the Jiang family.

If she hadn't just read that it was Yan Sheng's biological mother, maybe she couldn't control coming forward and tearing up the old woman with a mouth full of benevolence, righteousness and morality.

"Misty, don't do this. Calm down, will you?"

"Don't what? Yan Sheng, what do you think I should do? And why do you think I'm not calm now? If I'm not calm at all now or even just now, you and I are not standing in the parking lot, but in the ward. You're dragging me to stop me from beating your mother! "

chill? Thinking of what Yan's mother said, how can Jiang Miaomiao be calm?

"How can you..."

"How am I? Do you think I'm ugly? I feel terrible now, don't I? But can you think about how I felt when your mother pointed at my nose and scolded my family and my sister? I love you. I can do anything for you, but it doesn't mean that my family will suffer such unprovoked abuse with me. "

It's not too late for Jiang Miaomiao to say a hundred words about the depression hidden in his heart and the grievance of bearing a reputation.

"Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize to me."

While talking, Jiang Miaomiao's hand had been put on the door handle. The moment she opened the door, she glanced back at Yan Sheng,

"All this has nothing to do with you. I'm not a reckless person. You are you and your mother is your mother. I won't blame you for what she does, but the Jiang family is my bottom line. I hope you can understand."

"Misty, don't go!"

Seeing Jiang Miaomiao leaving, Yan Sheng hurried sideways in front of the door, with a strong cry in his voice,

"Miao Miao, can you give me some more time? I will come up with the best solution. Believe me for the last time, okay? You know my feelings. You know I'll go crazy if I leave. You'll give me one last chance. Today's thing is that I'm too abrupt. I haven't considered it carefully. I won't do it in the future. I'll think of a way. I'll be with you well. I haven't fulfilled those promises. "

At last, Yan Sheng's tone became choked.

Thousands of words. I can't say a word at this moment.

I don't know how to convince Jiang Miaomiao to believe in himself again. Yan Sheng, who is afraid of losing, can only hold the figure in front of him tightly in his arms, bury his face in Jiang Miaomiao's neck and smell the familiar taste.

It seems that only in this way can he feel the existence of Jiang Miaomiao. Jiang Miaomiao really belongs to himself and really exists around him.

But why isn't Jiang Miaomiao?

The same two arms around Yan Sheng's waist have exhausted all their strength.

How good would it be if we could hold together like this all the time, without considering all external things and caring about the views of others?

After so many ups and downs, ups and downs, and even several times almost confessed their lives for each other. The love is stronger than gold. Why can't we be together?

In the future, how many untold hardships do they have to deal with before?

"Slim, give me one last chance, okay? I can't imagine how I will spend my life without you. Believe me this time, will you? Can you, misty, I can't bear you and can't let you go, I really... "

"Yan Sheng, you have lost your manners."

Maybe he was really desperate this time. Hearing Yan Sheng's choking voice several times, Jiang Miaomiao was distressed, but he would no longer control himself to do some stupid things with this distressing strength, and his mood was calm to the extreme,

"Just as we said before, let nature take its course and look at it step by step. Some things can't be forced. Living well now is enough. I don't want to think about other things. It's very tiring and can't stand disappointment again and again. That's it. Let's wait until something happens. "

"Misty, don't do this. I'm afraid."

I don't know where the strength came from. Jiang Miaomiao broke away from Yan Sheng's arms, turned around and got into the car without looking back, closed the door, started the car, stepped on the accelerator and left.

A series of actions, completed at one go, left the parking lot without any hesitation.

Looking through the rearview mirror, Yan Sheng, who was stunned in situ, said that it was false not to feel distressed.

But what's the use of heartache? When she loves others, should she love her family more? Love yourself?

How can a person who can't love himself love others well?

When he ran out of the ward and met Yan Sheng just now, Jiang Miaomiao had a vague answer in his heart.

The situation in the ward, even if she only heard the last department, she believed Yan Sheng could understand one or two, but the man was waiting outside