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What would she do if he couldn't bear it and he was not around?

Would he really choose to listen to his uncle and abandon himself? Will she say break up with him when she meets later?

Although he could still keep her in hundreds and thousands of ways, he would not feel good about being abandoned.

damn it!

Tang Yan smashed the steering wheel fiercely, and was upset by this thought that came out in random. For the first time in his life, he was so anxious and so anxious that he was afraid of being abandoned by a woman again! Also worried that she was wronged in front of his family!

Tang Yan held the steering wheel in one hand and flipped out of the phone with one hand, taking down the familiar numbers. However, when I heard the cold mechanical sound from there, I remembered that her phone had been smashed last night.

Bipolar.

Throw your phone in the front passenger seat and press the accelerator all the way down.

Uh ...

How will you choose? Is he the existence she needs, or ... is she dispensable?

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As soon as the car stopped, Tang Yue ran to the VIP building.

When he arrived, he saw a few bodyguards cautiously guarding outside the VIP room ward. Seeing him, everyone bowed respectfully and tremblingly: "Young Master."

"I asked you to show her to me, and you let her kneel in there alone?" Distraught, his voice could not help but be a little unstable.

His expression was cold and sharp, and his eyes glanced across them, shocking everyone to beat the drums one by one. The head-headed person lowered his voice and said, "Ms. Xun refused to rise, and we have nothing to do."

When Tang Yun thought of him for so long, he was still kneeling in it. Where else was there to train people? I just went in and opened the door of the ward.

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I ’m afraid that I ’m really saying that you do n’t need to be yourself. By then ... she really does n’t even have a relative ...

She didn't want to lose anyone, so she didn't dare to leave, and she knelt in the hall.

Grief is over, and the whole person is a bit groggy. Hearing the movement at the door, he raised his dark eyes subconsciously.

At a glance, I saw Tang Yan who was rushing in, and Tang Ye also stopped and stood looking at her.

Two people, with their eyes facing each other, came into contact with his deep pity and intolerable eyes. He just felt that the grievances in his heart were enlarged infinitely at once. The tears that had just been closed suddenly fell out of his eyes again.

Tang Yan has never felt so distressed about a woman. Even eight years ago.

Now, she knelt there like a little pitiful, her dark eyes had a strong sense of insecurity, grievance, but more fear and panic. Like an orphan, afraid of being abandoned by the whole world, she tried her best to please the people inside.

However, the people inside were cruel and unwilling to give her any response.

Tang Yan was tense in his breath.

He suddenly felt that some things, to put it bluntly, would be better to hide her forever. She is fragile, sensitive, kind and beautiful. She is eager and attached to this relationship. Once the cruel truth came to her, he could hardly imagine how she would bear it. Even if he would stay by her side, but in the end, it was her little pitiful who really suffered all the pain.

Tang Yan slowly walked over, half-kneeling on long legs, and his long body barely flushed with her. With her long arms, she buckled her directly into her chest.

He didn't struggle, like a child who finally had a sense of belonging. In his arms, he cried in depression.

The look wet his shirt.

Tang Yan waited for her crying to be a little calmer, struck her horizontally, and hugged her from the ground.

He lay in his arms, his arms around his shirt, tears in his eyes, "Tang You, let me down ..."

"Let's go back first." Tang Yan's voice was very soft, like coaxing a child. Patience and tenderness, "What's the matter, go back and talk."

"I'm afraid ..." He pulled his shirt without loosening his fingers, and his fingertips were almost going to get into his flesh.

Tang Yan knows what she is afraid of. Afraid of her leaving, those relatives that seem so weak nowadays really say they are gone.

"No matter how scared, I can't let you kneel here all day long. Alas, you need to calm down, so does your uncle. Give each other some room." He looked at her from top to bottom with a deep look and said Every word is convincing and reassuring.

I couldn't say anything to rebut, and felt his chest was warm and comfortable, she couldn't resist. Eventually, slowly closing his eyes, he buried himself in his arms. Feeling his temperature, she felt uneasy at the bottom of her heart, and then gradually receded, and the snort also eased.

As a whole, the calm and tranquility of the past is restored.

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Tang Yan carried her into the car. He carefully took a paper towel and wiped off the tears on her face. "Waiting for me in the car, I'll go up and get off right away."

柒 柒 Tightened him this time and refused to let go. "Tang 珏, don't go ... I beg you not to hurt my uncle."

Tang Yan sighed, "I won't."

He bit his lip. "My sister ... you still let Jian Qing bully her ..."

Tang Yan has nothing to say.

柒 柒 Eyed by tears, her eyes became clearer, and she fixedly looked at him. "Violence can't solve any problems, promise me, don't do this again, okay?"

Tang Yan sighed.

I wanted to tell her that sometimes the world is so cruel. Some people can't solve it except violence. And if you show affection for him, it may be deeper hurt to give you back.

However, Tang Yue did not say this at the moment. Just following her words, nodding, "Okay, I won't go."

He put his uncle's hand in his palm, looked down at her, and reached for her skirt.

Your subconscious dodged. Tang Yan frowned, "Let me see."

"It's okay ..."

"It's okay, I've seen it before I saw it."

He said, holding her thin legs with one hand and turning her halfway around. With a sloppy skirt, his blue knees appeared faintly in his eyes.

The emotions in his eyes were surging.

I was afraid he was angry, afraid that he would count the fire on the uncle, only to calm him, "Don't be angry, I haven't kneeled for long."

"Go back and rub it for you." Tang Yan's face was tightly stretched. The good-looking face looked a bit cold now.

"My skin is white and the blood is like this, so I kneel a little, and I have bruises. But it doesn't matter, it will disappear in a few days." Ji explained vigorously.

"Okay." Tang Yan looked at her sideways. "I said I wouldn't hurt him, I wouldn't hurt him. But, uh ..."

Tang Yan's hand touched the bruise with distress. "Don't have another time. You are my person, and Yong is not worthy to let you kneel."