The little girl who prayed to Buddha

Chapter 202 I'm heartbroken...

"Why are you crying?" Zhuang Yan asked with a frown.

He had never seen a girl cry before, and he was a little at a loss at this moment, not knowing where to put his hands.

cry?
Fang Jian reached out and wiped her eyes, which were indeed covered with tears.

He wiped his face with both hands and revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"It's okay, I just remembered the plot of the movie again. It was so tragic!"

Fang Jian's voice was filled with tears, but she still forced herself to laugh. No one knew that her heart was broken into pieces.

This is her first love!
It was cut off just like that.

Zhuang Yan didn't say anything. He knew that no matter what he said at this moment, it would be wrong. If he comforted her, it would only make her feel more embarrassed.

"Shall I take you home?"

Fang Jian shook her head and refused, "No need, my home is very close to here, I can go back by myself."

"See you tomorrow."

After saying that, she waved to him and left.

The moment she turned around, Fang Jian could no longer control her tears and her eyes turned red.

Small home.

Qin Yan'an was sitting in the living room playing games, the controller making a clicking sound. Xiaoxiao was eating fruit next to him, and she was always keeping an eye on her phone to see if there was any news from Fang Jian.

But now the movie is over and there is still no news, it seems that the situation is very good!

I was enjoying the apple, which made a crunching sound when I bit it in my mouth, when the doorbell rang.

I put down the fruit plate and ran to the door with my mops clattering. I was stunned as soon as I opened the door.

"Fang Jian, what's wrong with you?"

Didn't you go on a date? Why are your eyes swollen from crying?

Fang Jian couldn't hold on any longer, so she hugged Xiaoxiao and started crying loudly.

"Xiao Xiao, I'm heartbroken..."

In the small room, Fang Jian was sobbing while holding a tissue box, and the floor was littered with crumpled tissues.

She would occasionally take out a tissue to wipe her nose. Xiaoxiao sat opposite her and looked at her in silence.

Only after Fang Jian had cried enough did she begin to tell the whole story.

"The movie is quite good, but it's a tragedy, just like me today."

The corners of Xiaoxiao's mouth twitched, but she still raised her hand and patted her back comfortingly.

"If I had known that the movie was a true reflection of me, I would never have chosen this movie!"

Why is this even the movie to blame...

"So, how did Zhuang Yan reject you?"

Fang Jian turned woodenly to Xiaoxiao, grinning and continuing to cry.

"He actually said he wanted to be friends with me forever... Who would want to be friends with him?"

"Oh, okay, okay, don't cry anymore!" Xiaoxiao hugged her and comforted her.

If I had known this, I wouldn’t have asked. Now my bedroom is going to be flooded.

Fang Jian leaned on the little shoulder and cried, her tears soaking her clothes.

When he had a runny nose, he would get up and wipe it himself, and then continue crying on her shoulder.

The corners of his forehead twitched, and he told himself to endure it!
After crying until midnight, Fang Jian finally fell asleep from exhaustion, and Xiaoxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He helped her take off her coat and helped her lie down on the bed, then he went to the guest room with his pillow.

I lay on the bed, texted He Jinglian with my cell phone and cried for a while before I felt better.

He Jinglian raised his eyebrows at the message sent by Xiaoxiao.

Zhuang Yan doesn't care who he is with or who he rejects, as long as they don't pay any attention to him.

Xiaoxiao got up very early the next day and quietly went to the room to check on Fang Jian. She was still sleeping, but there was a large wet spot on her pillow.

I sighed in my heart and felt a little resentful of Zhuang Yan's coldness.

Really, how could he reject such a good girl like Fang Jian?

(End of this chapter)