Chapter 966

In Jiao Yang's expectation, the window finally rolled down slowly. At the same time, a cold female voice floated out of the car.

"Jiao Yang."

Tang wanwan opens his mouth and looks sideways in the direction of Jiao Yang.

Jiao Yang's heart a joy, thought it was Tang wanwan finally willing to give him the opportunity to explain.

Anxious to come forward, but also did not care about the taste, the car Tang evening, the clear alienation between the eyebrows.

"Late, late, I..."

"Don't come to me again."

Before he finished, he was interrupted by Tang wanwan.

Her voice was not high, and her tone was even colder, like a sharp ice skate, straight across Jiao Yang's body, which made his body suddenly stop.

His face was incredible, as if he didn't want to believe it.

"Wanwan, you really misunderstood me. I really had something urgent to deal with yesterday, so..."

"Don't say it."

It's still a heartless interruption, "there's nothing between us, so you don't need to explain anything to me."

At the moment, Jiao Yang's heart is like a knife, full of emptiness and pain.

But with a little hope, he stepped forward and tried to speak in a trembling voice

"You've always been wishful thinking. I've never expressed anything to you, have I?"

Cold eyes, beautiful, but also ruthless, so swept from his body.

She opened her lips lightly and poured out her cold words.

Every word, every sentence, is like a sharp dagger, straight to Jiao Yang's heart, but in a moment, an original warm heart, will be injured blood dripping.

"Thank you. Over the past two years, I have insisted on going to the prison to see me. After that, we will not meet again."

After that, she no longer has a moment of nostalgia, withdraw her eyes. Before the car window closes again, Jiao Yang hears Tang wanwan's command to Uncle Fu.

"Uncle Fu, see you off."

Originally full of strength, at this moment was suddenly drained, Jiao Yang opened his mouth, want to call Tang wanwan's name, but only to find that he simply can't shout a voice.

Her heartless words were lingering in his ears for a long time.

They have never had any relationship. He has always been wishful thinking. She has never expressed anything

The reason why he suffered so much was that it was true.

Two years later, the beginning of summer in cold winter, sunny days and heavy rain, in addition to the news of Lu Yunnan's death, he never stopped.

He is looking forward to every meeting, and every time he wants to spend all his time talking to her.

But it's just that he's talking.

She has never responded, and in many cases, she has never even looked at him.

As if, to accept his visit, is also a general task in her sentence.

He did not doubt whether she had heard all his words.

He was just blindly optimistic, thinking that she had already shown her attitude without refusing her visit.

Yes, she has never expressed anything to herself. Why did she think that she was so narcissistic before? She did it to let herself give up her and for his good.

Why, he did not think, is that she does not like themselves, because do not like, so do not give a little hope.

In other people's eyes, he is excellent. In the past two years, his achievements in Du's industry have also given him a lot of confidence. But in her eyes?

Is it possible that a small head of the project department can match the Tang family?

It's not hard to understand her favorite Mr. Ye?

A woman like her, perhaps only a man as good as Mr. Ye, is worthy to be with her?

……

Jiao Yang didn't know how he got back to Zijin mansion. He was so lost that he didn't bother to change his clothes as soon as he came in. He kicked off his shoes and fell on the bed.

The first thing is to check your cell phone.

No text messages, no missed calls

Expected results.

With a smile of self mockery on the corner of his mouth, Jiao Yang throws away his mobile phone and lies down on the bed again.

……

I don't know when I went to sleep, but I heard a pleasant bell.

Jiao Yang frowns, feels his cell phone, and wants to turn off the noisy sound. But through the open gap, he can see the name on the screen clearly. He frowns and answers the phone.

"Hello?"

He spoke with a sleepiness that had not yet faded.

"Jiao Yang..."

On the other side of the phone, Yan Yaru came over with a confused voice, "are you sleeping? What time is it? What kind of sleep... ""Well..."

Jiao Yang didn't want to say more, but answered, "what can I do for you?"

He was tired, and just different, at the moment he was a little afraid of cold, wrapped people tightly with quilt, but still some cold shiver.

"Well, director Guo recommended me a good psychologist. I want you to accompany me to have a look. When do you have time? It won't take long. It's a two-week treatment

Jiao Yang's breath is not very stable. When he reaches out of the quilt, he will feel cold. He even gets into the quilt with a mobile phone.

"Once every two weeks?"

At the moment, his mind is very heavy, and he can't think any more.

He asked mechanically. The dullness of his words made Yan Yaru nervous.

"Yes, mainly because I don't have many friends in the imperial capital, and I don't want others to accompany me. Director Guo said that more contact with friends is helpful to my illness..."