Chapter 849： : The wedding owed to you (3)

It was not easy for Anhao to return to the room. She thought she could maintain the strength and demeanor she had just in front of An Ping and Old Man An, and thought she could not care.

But in her eyes, what An Xin said just now because of the doubt that she seemed to be right An Xin said in her heart, which caused An Hao's anxiety. It was the same glance An Ping looked at at that time.

It seems that I am a surgeon who comes back and caress about with a poor adopted daughter, as if he will put the whole settlement in a state of unrest when he reveals the truth in front of everyone in the settlement, as if his return was wrong, as if he was responsible for all this The wrong culprit.

You can abandon it, you can deny it, you can die at first, or you can let someone call her mother.

The only thing Anhao couldn't bear was the glance An Ping had just looked at herself.

After entering the door, he stood in the room with his back facing Zuo Hancheng, but his shoulders changed from the seemingly calm at the beginning to twitching and shaking, until his body was suddenly slapped by Zuo Hancheng. Seeing An Hao, who has rarely cried in front of him, the tears have already become oceans. She is no longer like a fighter outside just now, but fragile and helpless, so sad that she doesn’t know what to do. The kind girl.

The last time he cried in front of him, it was the only time before. When he was very angry, he took her from Rong Qian back to the road of Liu Jingyuan. In the car, she was afraid and sad, and even took a few more. Fen wanted to frighten his purpose exaggeratedly and cried loudly at him. Although Anhao was crying endlessly at the time, what was hidden in those tears was more anger and coquetry.

But now Anhao is really sad. Her tears are pouring out like a dam that has broken the embankment. Under Zuo Hancheng’s eyes, she seems to be unwilling to admit her small wounds hidden in her heart. , But although these wounds are small, although they seem to have healed a long time ago, the pain that is deep inside has penetrated into her heart like a needle stick.

"Come and cry in my arms if you want to cry." Zuo Hancheng's hand touched the back of her head and hugged her into his arms.

Anhao did not resist. As soon as her head was pressed to his shoulder, she was afraid that her tears would flood the place where he was injured before, so she suddenly moved on his shoulder, turned her head and buried her face. On his other shoulder, while holding his cuffs tightly with both hands, tears fell in large swaths, from the beginning of silent tears to the beginning of weeping, and finally burst into tears like indulgence and venting.

Crying for her mother who fell in a pool of blood when she was fourteen years old and bid her farewell with weak eyes, cried for her inexplicable life and the life that was worse than a pet dog in Gu's family.

Crying for her life that was almost ruined because of her wrong outlook on life, crying for the fears she had endured for no reason.

Crying for the poor worm who hugged his mother’s photo while hiding in the corner and fought in the dark, crying for the poor worm who had been away for more than eight years and finally saw his mother again but refused to bow his head because of hatred, but because he was too strong My mother mistook the fool who wanted to come back and fight for something.

The sound of safe crying is in Zuo Hancheng's ears, this girl has never really cried so indulgently.

It wasn't the effect of half crying and half acting in the car to scare him off last time, but really crying, crying bursts of tears, like a broken heart.

Zuo Hancheng's hand was firmly covered behind her head, and the comfort and strength that the warmth in the palm of her palm gave her was the only trust and the only reliance that Anhao could not do without.

Anhao cried for a long time. If it weren't for the soundproofing effect of this room, the servant who came back would think that something unexpected happened here.

But this cry made Zuo Hancheng, who had always been holding her quietly silent, tightened his arms around her, feeling distressed, and...

For a moment, Zuo Hancheng started to regret it.

Regret to bring Anhao back to touch the wounds that have been hidden in my heart for more than eight years, regret to reopen the wounds that have been healed, regret to call out the little hedgehog curled up in the corner and peel off her wounds Pointing to the blood dripping on it for everyone to appreciate.

Talking about taking her back to Anjia to fight a victory is not to satisfy his own selfishness.

Anhao has always been walking passively by his side, and every step seems to be for her good, but these wounds have been personally peeled off in a cruel and selfish manner.

Zuo Hancheng Qingjun's eyebrows frowned slightly in an invisible place, with an imperceptible heaviness.

Anhao cried for a long time. She cried until she was sweaty on her forehead. She cried until she was in a trance and her brain was hurting. Finally she was crying, as if she had accumulated years of depression and sadness and finally arrogantly in front of a person. Vented out.

She finally got tired of crying, sucked her nose and kept her face leaning against his wet shoulder.

"I want to go home." Anhao's voice was a bit mute because of the previous cry, and his voice was very low and low, but fortunately, he could hear Zuo Hancheng's ear clearly.

Zuo Hancheng's hand gently stroked the back of her head, with a little bit of affection and distress: "Okay, I will leave tomorrow, I will take you home."

"There will definitely be no peace on Anjia's side. Elder An seems to have already suspected something. Those words just now should be regarded as depth charges." An's voice is still small, but a little cold: "No matter. What's the outcome? I always dropped a depth bomb here. I don’t ask them to recognize me, but since they have come, I can’t leave without a sound before I leave, so I just said in front of the elderly. Those words, do you think I can't hold my breath..."

"No, that's good, just be happy." Zuo Hancheng followed her inexplicably at this moment, which made Anhao feel a little strange.

Although Zuo Hancheng usually loves herself very much, but following her everywhere, she feels flattered.

She quietly raised her eyes to look at him, but the first thing she saw when she raised her head was Zuo Hancheng Junyi’s beautiful chin. She suddenly felt that she was crying so unpleasantly. He must be hiding his disgusting emotions now. Just don't look at his face at all.

Anhao continued to lay his head lazily on his shoulders, squeezing his cuffs and the fine-quality shirt on his body with two small hands, until the clean and flat shirt on Zuo Hancheng was caught by her. It was crumpled as if the man had just been ravaged. She leaned against his arms with tears and smiles, her hands still on his shirt making a mess, too lazy to leave.