Chapter 248

She hastened to wipe hard with her sleeve, but the more she wiped, the more tears she shed.

Wang Qiong held her in her arms and comforted her heartily, "no more crying, no more sad."

Her concern made Fu Zhiran seem to have a temporary harbor. Fu Zhiran held her in her arms and cried: "I love him so much, my Jingyan."

"Fu Zhiran, you will be my wife."

"Besides me, LAN Jingyan, I don't know who dares to marry you."

Now looking back on the past, every arrogant and overbearing words of LAN Jingyan are like poison to her heart. Every time I think of it, my heart hurts.

She shook her head in pain. "But I can't love."

"What is more powerful than love?" Wang Qiong put down her prejudice to LAN Jingyan at this time, gently pushed Fu Zhiran away and frowned at her.

It was also the first time she had taken the initiative to wonder about her.

"In fact, I can see that you love him very much," she said

But this, Fu Zhiran how can not know.

"Why is his father the enemy of my father? Why should he be counted as his father?" Fu Zhiran held his head in both hands and put his fingers into his hair.

Dissatisfied with this fact, but unable to change.

Helpless feeling tormented her, turned around, dry with forehead hard knock wall.

"Xiao ran!" Wang Qiong grabs Fu Zhiran and stares at her.

Through her understanding of Fu Zhiran during this period, she guessed that great changes must have taken place in her family.

But I never thought it would be so complicated.

"I saw with my own eyes that his father brought the drugged water into my father's hands. How can I... How can I love him?"

Fu Zhiran was out of control. He vomited out the hatred and helplessness in his heart. "Once he went to prison for me, went to the border, and ate enough of the pain that ordinary people can't imagine. How can I love him with peace of mind?"

Wang qionggen couldn't digest what she said. He looked at her in surprise. "Is there any misunderstanding?"

In fact, she didn't know anything about their family, but she didn't know how to comfort Fu Zhiran.

The father of a loved one is the enemy who killed his father. This is a choice between love and hate.

Choosing love means giving up hatred, which is impossible to distinguish.

It turns out that Fu Zhiran has so much on his back.

"There is no misunderstanding. I have no other choice." Fu Zhiran looks up at Wang Qiong. This is the first time that she confides her bitterness to others.

She felt like she was in a dead end now and couldn't get out.

I cried until I was exhausted. When I woke up, it was noon the next day.

Sleep too late, cry too long, open your eyes, head drowsy, and the body is like a frame.

I can't get up in pain.

"Wang Qiong."

The door suddenly opened. Wang Qiong came out with yogurt and bread in her hand. She was in a good mood.

Fu Zhiran gets up and leans on the head of the bed. Thinking of what she said to Wang Qiong last night, she doesn't know how to face her.

"You're awake." Wang Qiong walked to the bed with a smile and handed Fu Zhiran the yogurt and bread in her hand. "When I go to eat, that's all that's left for breakfast. You can make do with it. You'll have lunch together later."