Chapter 417

The clear tears on Ruan Qingyun's face, like a silent complaint, made Jiang muxiao unable to look her in the eyes.

Three years ago

His heart trembled slightly. He always thought that Ruan Qingyun left without saying goodbye because he had given up the relationship, so he never investigated why. What he was most afraid of was today's situation.

She left with a sense of urgency.

I don't want to drag him down.

After a short pause, Ruan Qingyun's performance broke out again.

At this time, this time, she had squatted down slowly, shaking her head in agony. Her beautiful eyes were full of tears, and she looked at Jiang muxiao pitifully. She kept muttering: "I really don't blame you, it's all my fault It's all my fault... "

She was vulnerable and vulnerable.

In an instant, Jiang muxiao's compassion was aroused. He still couldn't do it and turned a blind eye to it.

He was colder and softer than anyone thought.

He stepped forward, took Ruan Qingyun's arm, kept half an arm's distance, politely and restrained, and looked at Ruan Qingyun's face with faint tears, restrained from reaching out to wipe away her pity.

He loves Lin An'an and tangles with Ruan Qingyun. What is it!

Ruan Qingyun is so smart that he certainly knows that he is deliberately avoiding himself.

With Jiang muxiao's help, her weak body slowly stood up. One of them was unstable, lying on Jiang muxiao's body, holding on to her sore temple. She said: "I'm sorry."

After a pause, he moved away from Jiang muxiao with some attachment: "I was too excited just now."

Now that Jiang muxiao has realized that the relationship between them can't be too close, she can't pester Jiang muxiao like she used to. Instead, she should learn to play an appropriate ex girlfriend in front of him.

In this way, it is also a good project to save her image in Jiang muxiao's mind.

Sure enough, seeing that Ruan Qingyun took the initiative to retreat, instead of pestering himself as before, Jiang muxiao felt that he was a little bit of a villain.

He coughed softly: "let me help you in."

"Well, no more." Ruan Qingyun adjusted his policy in time: "I'll go in myself. Would you like to come in? "

Jiang muxiao looked anxiously at Ruan Qingyun's back, frowning, and suddenly said, "why didn't you tell me three years ago that you had depression?"

Ruan Qingyun, with his back to Jiang muxiao, slowly raised his lips. Oh, she knew that Jiang muxiao could not be so heartless.

She put her hand on the doorframe, slightly turned her face, showing perfect lines, with a sad tone, as if it was the dying man's last words: "I tell you, you will be more painful than me, won't you?"

Jiang muxiao was shocked. He looked at Ruan Qingyun's back weakly. His whole strength was exhausted by the high-power machine in an instant.

His lips trembled slightly, and he tried to speak several times, but he could not speak.

Ruan Qingyun's face was wearing a quiet smile, understanding and magnanimous way: "I have been struggling with whether to say it or not. I know that I will hurt you if I do so, but Lin An's endless harassment to me has broken the peace of my life."

"I know I'm selfish, but I don't want to be a depressive patient again, especially when my psychiatrist told me that when my depression relapsed, I really can't continue to hide it. Please forgive my selfishness."

Ruan Qingyun's calm statement seemed to be a fact irrelevant to him.

Even at the end, she bowed slightly, as if apologizing for the trouble she caused. Only she knew that when she bent down, her smile was brighter than ever.

Jiang muxiao felt that his mouth was dry. He tried to speak again, but at last he could only say powerlessly: "I'm sorry, but an an didn't harass you endlessly..."

Ruan Qingyun calmly looked at Jiang muxiao, not mocking or despairing, but calm like a calm deep sea. She nodded with understanding: "I know that you are An'an's husband. Of course, you choose to believe in An'an."

"But I believe more in the evidence At that time, my address was revealed. It was made by an an. I don't think that reporter would cheat me. And... "

After a pause, she continued: "yesterday's two microblogs were also sent by An'an. Otherwise, why was her one suddenly removed?"

"That microblog was taken down by me, and your microblog was not taken down by the other party."

"That's it." Ruan Qingyun nodded clearly: "it doesn't matter if you don't believe it. We are just friends. You and Lin an are the people who want to help each other."

With these words, she suddenly turned around, lowered her head and pushed the door in, as if she had rehearsed more than 100 times.

As a matter of fact, every action of an actor is just right.Jiang muxiao followed Ruan Qingyun into the living room. The room was in a mess. We could see that the master's mood was the same.

"I'm sorry, I thought you wouldn't come in." Ruan Qingyun took a look at the furnishings of the room. He lowered his head and pointed to the sofa in a hurry. His voice was full of crying.

Jiang muxiao didn't sit down. He took a deep look out of the balcony. There was a camera on the opposite balcony. It seemed that he was shooting something at some place.

"It doesn't matter, Qingyun. Do you usually feel monitored?"

"Why do you ask?" Ruan Qingyun raised his head abruptly, and his tension was hidden behind his tears.

"No, just ask casually. By the way, this depression, do you have..."

Jiang muxiao finally took another look at the position of the camera and changed the subject. Suddenly, he felt that this question was not very easy to ask.

"You want to ask me if I've seen a doctor, don't you?"

Jiang Mu Xiao nodded and did not dare to look directly at Ruan Qingyun's eyes which were not stained with the world.

Ruan Qingyun sucked his nose, folded his clothes, turned his back to Jiang muxiao, and said, "no one loves him. I can only cherish myself. So as soon as I realized something was wrong, I contacted a psychologist."

"Who is it?"

"Dr. Chen, director of the city mental health hospital."

"I'll change your doctor." Jiang muxiao remembers each other's information silently.

Ruan Qingyun shook his head and looked back at Jiang muxiao. His eyes were still full of tears, and his mouth showed a sad smile: "why change doctors?"

Tone with a little nervous, tightly grasp the sleeve of the clothes, seems to be afraid of losing something.