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The numb little fish didn't expect that this was the result of Jin Hanchen's overall plan.

Does Jin Hanchen really love her? Maybe it is. Little fish is a woman. A man spends a lot of time and means to get her.

"Think about it first." Jin Hanchen patted the back of the little fish's hand and came out.

Really, little fish should think about it, but it's not a question of whether to marry, but whether Yan Zilin is worth marrying Jin Hanchen. Little fish lay in bed after she came home and kept thinking about this headache.

"See you in the next life, little fish." Yan Zilin stood by the guardrail on the roof with tears in his eyes. He hadn't shaved for several days. His hair was noisy and tired. He looked very decadent.

The little fish standing five feet away cried, "no, no, Zilin."

"I have nothing now, without Yan, but I'm even more sad without you." Yan Zilin's words were full of despair.

"Zilin, don't jump, I love you, I've always loved you." the little fish is hoarse and wants to recover. How can he think he pushed her, this stupid man.

The little fish continued crying, "Ziyan, you know? I've been thinking of you since I left you. Do you remember since I attended your engagement banquet? We were upstairs in the room. You kissed me very hard, and I kissed you too."

"I want to kiss you every day, but your family and your mother won't agree to our marriage. We won't have results. It's not important. What's important is that I had more important things to do at that time. I don't love you, but I can't love you now."

"Now it's OK, Yan Zilin. Whatever hatred and public opinion, let them go to hell. Please don't jump for me, okay?"

The wind on the roof was very strong, blowing the little fish's hair from left to right. She tried to open her eyes and see Yan Zilin in front. Her tears and snot were flowing all the time, and Yan Zilin opposite was also flowing all the time.

The little fish approached Yan Zilin a little, and he moved out a little. The danger was imminent.

"Zilin, give me your hand." little fish is as rigorous as crossing a single wooden bridge. She knows that as long as she catches his hand at the moment, she will catch the whole field.

"No, you lied to me!" Yan Zilin turned around and jumped down.

The little fish then said, "do what you promised to do for Yan?"

"Of course."

"I want to see Yan Zilin for the last time."

"Yes, you can talk about it."

Little fish didn't expect Jin Hanchen to promise so readily. She thought it would be a bargaining conversation.

The little fish standing downstairs of Yan's building looked up at the window of Yan Zilin's office, took a deep breath and walked into the gate.

When she walked into the elevator and pressed the floor, she was very careful and serious at every step. She knew that once she saw it today and reappeared in the future, she would be a stranger and meet by chance.

Yan Zilin sat in the office, his head bowed and motionless. There was no eye above the table. There was only an ashtray filled with cigarette butts.

Doesn't he never smoke? Reality is really a melting pot, turning this sunny, handsome and omnipotent man into a drug addict.

The little fish standing outside the door, through the window, looked at him who picked up another cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and spit it out for a long time. His pupils were listless, looking at the smoke and rising upward.

From thick to light, it is wrapped around the ceiling and does not want to disperse for a long time.

The little fish pushed the door in. Yan Zilin took a look at the reputation, ignored it, and took another sip.

"Zilin." the little fish whispered.

Yan Zilin still didn't respond. Of course, the little fish knew the pain in his heart. "I've heard all about you."

Finally Yan Zilin looked at her, "did you come to see my joke?"

Don't look, "I'm fine. You see, you can go."

Of course the little fish won't go. She came here this time and wanted to comfort him. She just wanted to cheer him up. "Zilin, everything will get better. Trust me."

"Believe you? I believe you from the beginning. Do you know how much I have done for you?"

Of course Xiaoyu knows. She knows everything, but so what? Now she doesn't come here to quarrel with him. "Yan Zilin, I know you're in a bad mood. Let's go out for a cup of coffee and talk."

"I have nothing to talk to you about. Why don't you come over on my birthday." Yan Zilin is still brooding about it. In fact, what he blames is not that Xiaoyu didn't attend his birthday party, but that he didn't give her any reply.

He would never know that the little fish had prepared his birthday present early and stood at the gate of Yan's courtyard, but he didn't go in. Of course she wanted to go in, celebrate his 25th birthday happily and say "Happy Birthday" to him.

But fear made her worry, made her hesitate, and made her turn and leave in the direction of Yan Zilin.

The little fish finally knew that now Yan Zilin didn't know that she had a car accident. She endured physical pain and soul pain in the hospital for a month. At this moment, what ruthless and indifferent words Yan Zilin said before can no longer drive away the little fish who want to stay.

The car accident was an accident, an accident. Now that she has recovered, she no longer plans to tell Yan Zilin to increase his troubles. In fact, he is very upset now.

Her hand patted Yan Zilin's shoulder. It was still so thick and strong, but the soul contained in the perfect body was already weak.

Yan Zilin's complaint about the little fish didn't get the other party's anger. He began to reflect on whether he was too cruel at this time.

Now that she has come, we have hope. At the thought of this, Yan Zilin's eyes, which are about to go out, add sesame oil again and brighten up.

He held the little fish in his hands and got excited. "Little fish, we are together, we get married, and we leave here, okay?"

The little fish didn't open his hand. He was in tears. What a beautiful plan to marry him and go with him.

She wanted to get married, but not Yan Zilin, but Jin Hanchen, who promised to help Yan through the difficulties.

The little fish took a deep breath, sobered his brain, and finally pulled away Yan Zilin's hand, "Zilin, I'm getting married."

The eyes that had just added sesame oil were suddenly bright and dark, as if they were going to be completely extinguished in the next second. Yan Zilin was decadent like a waste man, choking, "who are you going to marry, Jin Hanchen?"

Looking at the little fish nodding in tears, Yan Zilin was completely desperate, and finally there was no light in his eyes;

But the next second he opened his eyes wide and frighteningly big. He caught the little fish's arm and shook it desperately. "Don't you know I did all this for you?"

What little fish does is Yan Zilin, but Yan Zilin will never know. She doesn't want him to know. She just wants to help him keep Yan's group and a man's dignity. The emotional wound will always be healed one day.

Little fish thought so, but she was never easy to please. Just now, the wound seemed to be torn open again, revealing the rotten meat inside.

She could only nod her head and agree with what Yan Zilin said. She wanted to break off his hand. Yan Zilin made more efforts, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

This woman is getting married. The groom is not Yan Zilin. Since she doesn't belong to him, destroy her.

"Let's die together!" Yan Zilin grabbed the little fish's neck and tried his best to gnash his teeth. The green tendons on his neck were clearly visible. His eyes were red with fire. The incense inside was not overturned and burned.

From struggling desperately to moving slowly, the little fish opened his eyes wide and his pupils began to enlarge. He could not feel that he had suffocated and came to a calm lake;

There was a man and a woman, dressed in ancient clothes, with a man's sword eyebrow, a man's face and a woman's long hair and waist. They were close to each other, watching the lake, a pair of mandarin ducks on the lake;

About seven or eight pairs, from Hubei to the south, and then back from the south. How to cycle repeatedly, I can't feel the existence of time.

"I'm gone. I wish you happiness." Yan Zilin said and went out.

In front of him is the killing of winter, a black-and-white field, where there is no color and no joy.