Chapter 622

Before she met Feng Yan, she supported the family by herself. She did everything by herself, so there was nothing she couldn't do.

She is not coquettish, can eat bitter, also not afraid of bitter.

Even smoke looked at her, in the heart is not taste, she is so indifferent to say, the more let her feel all this extra cold, uncomfortable too much.

I feel sorry for her. I feel sorry.

Feng Yan's news, I also sent someone to check, but the result is still like this.

Although we need to see people in life, we need to see corpses in death.

But it's true... Reality is not so easy to find.

She has read Su Xiaowan's materials and knows that she has not lived well these years. People in that family are constantly squeezing her and using her to get benefits.

"I'll take you back --!"

"What's your idea again." Su Xiaowan looked at her with some resistance. Anyway, she didn't believe that Lian Yan would really send her back.

After all, she would not have come up with such a way to send her back.

"I won't hurt you, Xiao Wan --!"

Su Xiaowan is forced to get into the car by a woman beside Lian Yan. Sitting there, she suddenly thinks that if she didn't get into the car that day, it would not be like this.

She regretted that it was her who wanted to die.

"To Jiangcheng --!"

Here, Feng's family found Lian Yan's address, and Lian Yan received a call from the villa in the car.

"Someone's coming to pick you up."

Lian Yan looks at Su Xiaowan's unfocused eyes. It's just a man. Does it make her like this? How much weight does that man have in her heart, heavier than himself?

Su Xiaowan's eyes are staring at the front, neon wine green, busy street, a lot of people, but empty as if nothing.

Feng Yan is gone, so is her heart.

Now the only thing she wanted to do was go back to that place and stay with him.

These nights, Su Xiaowan has been washing her face with tears. Although she can't control her emotions every time, she always tells herself not to cry.

But I just can't help it.

Now, she wants to cry again.

Sitting in the car, Su Xiaowan didn't know where the cigarette was going to take her or who she was talking about.

Until I got off the bus, I saw old lady Feng.

Su Xiaowan's tears flowed down directly and went straight to them.

"Mom."

That sound of mother, let even smoke in the heart of slowly rising jealousy, she wanted to listen to her call a mother, but never wait.

And now, watching her pounce into a woman's arms and yell at her mother.

Su Xiaowan never cried in front of her, pretending to be very strong, but as a mother, she would rather watch her cry than live like this.

Old lady Feng hugged Su Xiaowan and said, "Xiaowan, you've suffered a lot these days. Now it's OK. Mom will take you home!"

Old lady Feng is also sobbing. It took them a long time to find the news when they came here. Looking at Su Xiaowan, they are much thinner than before, and they are distressed.

"Ah Yan, he..."

There is no way to accept the news of Feng Yan's death, even now.

At this moment, the old man Feng went over, and the old man over 50 years old was also regarded as a person of great surprise.

Lian Yan's men said just now that they are here to ask for help.

"What can I do for you if you want to give me a humble home?"