Chapter 170

His dark eyes were deep, and his eyebrows were slightly frowning. He gazed at her face which could not see a trace of blood. Deep in his pupils, he reflected complex emotions.

He turned his body and walked to the balcony.

Take a cigarette out of your pocket and light it gently.

Take a deep breath.

White smoke, light diffuse in his face, blurred the look on his face.

An hour ago, he was still disgusted with her betrayal, almost unable to control himself and pushed her to hell.

But now, looking at lying on the bed, pale collapse of her, he was distressed.

An Chenxu is right.

All these years, what he wanted to get, he never got it.

Clearly hate, but involuntarily will she imprisoned in his side, because the bottom of my heart is not willing to cause trouble.

But until today, he found that, looking at her pain, will not make him feel better.

She took away his lover's ability, he let her miss her mother's last side, between them, even.

The cigarette end burns his finger, and he twists it out on the handrail of the balcony with his backhand. His dark eyes stare at the people in the room, as if he wants to see enough at a time.

For a long time, he even closed his eyes and left.

The funeral of Xia Changyue's mother was arranged by Yan Chengchi. It was simple, low-key and solemn.

As early as when their family went bankrupt, their relatives and friends of the Xia family had already turned away from them like snakes and scorpions, and now they don't need to be informed.

The small memorial service is just for Xia Changyue to say goodbye to her mother.

He saw her pain, struggle, and guilt.

She cried and he accompanied her in silence.

All night long, she sobbed and finally fell into his arms. She kept asking him why, why God was so cruel that she didn't even give her the chance to repay her parents.

He became more and more silent.

Finally, just light lips, "you should worry about now, is how to take good care of your father, he is not dead."

It's almost a cold comfort.

Xia Changyue just looked at him, four eyes relative, no one said.

The next second, she fainted in his arms.

Yan Chengchi holding her hand, silently tightening, staring at her white cheek, long finger slowly across her eyebrows, depicting her appearance, as if to carve into the heart.

Thin lips slightly open, "you want freedom, I give you."

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Xia Changyue wakes up.

Looking at the familiar room furnishings, for a second, the brain is empty.

Just about to get up, I caught a glimpse of someone who had been rummaging around.

She was so nervous that she sat up and found that it was the housekeeper and several servants. She was slightly stunned.

"Miss Xia, you wake up. These are your bags. I've already had them packed." The housekeeper respectfully stood in front of her and said softly.

"Why pack my luggage?" Xia Changyue's eyes were slightly open, and some of them couldn't recover.

"This is the meaning of Chi Shao. Chi Shao lets you move out of the villa today." Said the housekeeper, who had her luggage moved out of the room.

"Miss Xia, since you are awake, please."

Xia Changyue

In this way, Xia Changyue was packed and sent out of the villa.

Just like when she came, when she arrived, there was only one box.

The only difference is that she doesn't even have a broken apartment.

Dragging a box, standing in the street, looking at the traffic, finally turned out the mobile phone, just to call Yan Ling, a car, drove to her, stopped.

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