The Humble Love

"No, nothing." Su shallow language don't face to go, wipe the tear mark on the face.

"Shallow language, are you ok?" Zhang Qingyu, who came in a hurry, gasped for breath and inquired about Su's language. He didn't notice that the man next to him was Yang Xichuan.

"I'm fine."

"Zhang Qingyu, are you blind? Can't you see your husband here? " Yang Xichuan with a little jealous voice said slightly, Zhang Qingyu was surprised to look at the past, "ah!" Immediately, he yelled and flew into Yang Xichuan's arms.

"Oh, my wife is heavy again?" Yang Xichuan teases Zhang Qingyu.

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Qingyu hands and feet and hang on Yang Xichuan's body, "say, why don't you report and prepare, and return home without saying a word?"

"What else do you say?" Yang Xichuan impolitely threw Zhang Qingyu to the ground, and her feet fell to the ground. "Who said she wanted to call me back? Who knows I've been waiting all night. I was worried, so I put down what I was doing and flew over. "

"Ah." Zhang Qingyu patted his head in chagrin, "I'm sorry, I forgot."

"You, you, and your husband talk so big things can forget, you remember exactly what."

Looking at Yang Xichuan and Zhang Qingyu flirting, you Nong I Nong look, Su shallow language bitter smile turned to go outside, complex mood difficult to distinguish.

In this world, perhaps the most ironic situation is that you have done your best, but you can only miss the one you love the most and miss your own happiness.

Yang Xichuan noticed Su's lonely figure, and his eyes indicated Zhang Qingyu, "what's wrong with her?"

"Alas..." Zhang Qingyu sighed, "it's a long story. Let's go first. I'll talk to you well when I go back."

Looking at Zhang Qingyu's deep brow, it seems that things are not simple.

……

Mu family villa.

Su Qiyao said with the phone, she listened to the other end of the phone, and finally hung up the phone heavily.

"Miss." When Aunt Cao saw Su Qiyao like this, she knew that something was serious.

"He didn't even say a word to me, so he went straight away?"

What Su Qiyao cares about is that Mu Jinghan leaves without saying goodbye. "He is..." Su Qiyao's fingernails are embedded in her own skin and flesh, but she is not satisfied with the pain. "Do you take me as his wife and be the master here?"

"Miss, don't think about it. Mr. Mu is in a hurry to go abroad. He must have no time to tell you."

"Ah..." Su Qiyao heartache, "too late?" She didn't want to fool herself with such a reason.

"Get out of here, all of you!" Su Qiyao is crazy, and generally smashes everything he can to the ground, "miss." Aunt Cao wants to persuade, but Su Qiyao's mood is in a state of collapse, there is no way to persuade.

"Miss, let's go. Don't be angry."

Aunt Cao turned to see Xiao Jie who was coming out of the room. "Master Jie, how did you wake up?"

Xiao Jie rubbed his eyes, "um..." Crying to Su Qiyao's side, "Mom, mom..." She kept calling Su Qiyao. She looked at him with disgust. She didn't have any doting in her eyes. "If you cry, you will know how to cry. Even if you are the adopted son of Su Qiyao, you don't know how to strive for success at all!"

"Well..." Xiao Jie cried more loudly, "aunt Cao, take him away from me!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Aunt Cao quickly carried Xiao Jie away, but she didn't notice that everything was quiet at the entrance of the stairs.

Xiao Jie, is not su Qiyao's child?

Mu Tangjing originally just wanted to talk to Su Qiyao about Miss's bone marrow transplantation. Although Mu Jinghan didn't tell Su Qiyao that he left the country, Mu Jinghan had already arranged for Xiao Jie's bone marrow transplantation.

Unexpectedly, she heard such a shocking thing.

Xiaojie is not su Qiyao's child. Does Jinghan know?

Miss is not su Qiyao's child. Is that Jinghan's child?

What's more, if Jinghan knows, why is he hiding it from all the family members?

For a moment, mu Tangjing had too many problems to explain.

She drove away from the villa in a hurry. In the car, mu Tangjing dialed Mu Jinghan's phone.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is off. Please try again later." Mu Jinghan is still on the international flight to foreign countries, and the mobile phone is naturally turned off.

Mu Tangjing hangs up the phone and turns the steering wheel in a direction opposite to his own home.

She can temporarily forget whether Xiaojie is mu Jinghan's child, because she has another thing to do now. If it was not for her only cousin who asked for it in person, mu Tangjing would not like to go this way.

……

Zhangjia.

After Su's disappointment at the airport, she shut herself up in her room and didn't want to see anyone.

Zhang Qingyu was upstairs on the rooftop and told Yang Xichuan what happened during this period of time."No wonder she seemed to be crying when I saw her at the airport."

"Cry?" Zhang Qingyu said with care: "I'm talking about her Crying? " That should be how much pain, will let her in public so desperate to cry.

"I think it will be a big blow to her to leave Mu Jinghan." Yang Xichuan is probably one of the people who can understand Su's feelings for mu Jinghan. When he pursued Su Qianyu, he could really feel Su's concern for mu Jinghan, a man.

"Yes, I thought that after five years of leaving, shallow language had put down her feelings for Jinghan. But I didn't expect that she still loved him so much and couldn't let go. " Zhang Qingyu grabbed his hair regretfully, "I I'm really mad at myself. Thanks to my best friend, I don't even know what she really thinks

The guilt of friends deeply grasp Zhang Qingyu, Yang Xichuan looked at Zhang Qingyu heartily, "this is not your fault, you have done well enough."

Yang Xichuan took Zhang Qingyu into his arms. "My sunny rain is the kindest person in the world. She knows that you care about her

"Well..." Zhang Qingyu pathetically rubbed in Yang Xichuan's arms. Fortunately, he was there, and could tolerate all her carelessness and negligence.

After talking with Yang Xichuan on the roof, Zhang Qingyu went downstairs to knock on the door of Su's room.

"Shallow language, it's time for dinner."

"Shallow language?"

Zhang Qingyu called out a few times outside the door. Su's language in the room did not respond.

"Shallow language, if you don't want to come out to eat, I'll take you some vegetables and bring them up for you. Do you think that's ok?" Zhang qingyuba said in a loud voice on the door, but there was no response.

"Alas..." Zhang Qingyu lost his way to the basement.

In the room, Su Qian Yu, curled up in the corner, looked at the door and listened to the footsteps outside.

His eyes were empty, his expression was tired, and there was no lively reaction.