Chapter 632

For a long time, the door still did not open, but next door, came a surprise cheering: "wife, why are you here!"

Wife.

Yang Hong's mouth with a smile of irony, this address, for him, is very strange.

Up to now, he and fan wenran don't have much to say, let alone address.

These two words, he is for -

suddenly, the doorknob moves, the door is gently pushed open, showing Xiaohui's tired face.

They both froze.

Looking at each other for a long time, Xiaohui reacted first, put her bag on the sofa and asked, "how is she?"

The child's affairs, although she knows very well in her heart, have nothing to do with her, but

She guessed that fan wenran had embellished all the accusations on her.

Otherwise, she would not be called fan wenran.

When Yang Hong saw Xiaohui, his empty heart was quickly filled with complex emotions, anger, suspicion, jealousy It's like an ant, fast gnawing at his heart.

"Didn't you go?"

There is no trace of warmth in his words.

His eyes were frightfully cold.

"I came back to get something."

It occurred to her that she had forgotten to take away the box hidden under the bed.

It's all about the memory of ah Jun.

I thought he was cheating, so I locked all the memories about him in that box.

She never thought that the truth would be so cruel.

Cruel enough to cut the distance of time, once again caused her a huge injury.

Although she did not hate or love ah Jun for a long time, it was her fault.

The last stop of his life journey must have left with regret, right?

I don't know why, looking at Xiaohui's slightly sad eyes, Yang Hong has a feeling of electric shock. That pair of eyes has never revealed such a strong sadness, as if the next second those sadness will become a big mouth monster, a mouth will swallow Xiaohui.

Is it for that man?

The man named a Jun, right?

"What did you come back for?"

What I want to say in my heart is, why do you want to push fan wenran, but when I say it, it becomes another sentence.

Xiaohui turns and goes to the bedroom.

She doesn't have the strength to continue talking with Yang Hong.

Just face to face, has consumed half a lifetime of energy.

Yang Hong followed her to the bedroom and watched Xiaohui take out a dusty box from the bottom of the bed.

She bowed her head and carefully wiped the box in her hand, like a priceless treasure.

The warm sunshine came in through the cold window, and mercilessly sprinkled on her, but it seemed that unconsciously, it outlined a beautiful picture.

Xiaohui in the painting is so quiet, so beautiful, so quiet, completely different from Xiaohui in his memory, and seems to overlap with his memory.

He couldn't understand her more and more.

"What is this?"

He began to interrupt his confused thoughts, as if there were thousands of wild animals rushing about in his heart at the moment.

"Nothing." Xiaohui said indifferently, "shouldn't you be in the hospital with her now..."

"I say what it is!" Yang Hong suddenly snatches the box from Xiaohui's hand. She is so careful, like the tip of a needle stabbing his heart. He wants to see what makes her so precious.

With a crash, the box broke to the ground, and the contents rolled out instantly, such as glass beads, rubber bands, and A picture.

Is a very delicate young man, standing behind Xiaohui, triumphantly compared with a yellow gesture.

Xiaohui, standing in front of him, has a shy expression on her face.

This picture, like an electric shock, made him wake up suddenly.

It turns out that In Xiaohui's heart, from beginning to end, there is only one person, that is the man named a Jun!

"You're here to get your memories, right?" He was so angry that he threw everything into the box, picked up the box and threw it out of the window. The expression on his face was a cold sneer, "now there's nothing!"

Xiaohui sits on the edge of the bed, holding the box in her hands. But her big eyes, full of vitality, are very red now. Her tears fall from the corner of her eyes, and finally become bitter.

"Yang Hong, that's enough!" She suddenly stood up and strode to the living room. Yang Hong, who was behind her, had already grasped her arm faster than her, and said coldly, "you are not allowed to go anywhere today!"

"What are you doing?"

Xiaohui can't help shivering because of his cold breath.This dangerous smell is very strange and familiar.

The smile on Yang Hong's face is deeper: "you killed my child, I want you to compensate one!"

"Compensate Pay for one... " Xiaohui shakes her shoulders and shakes her head helplessly.

No, no, no, the present Yang Hong is not real. It's not real. Yang Hong won't do such a thing

No

"Ah..."

There was a tearing sound in the room.