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This kind of Ji Weiyang, made Zhan Yan feel a little helpless. She pulled his hand away from his palm and said tearfully, "You don't have to do this, Viyan. You said it before, during the annual period, you would let me go and you would even give my child to Lu Anqi … "

Those words still echoed in her ears, so how could she forget them?

At that moment, Ji Weiyang really wanted to slap himself twice. How could he say such shameful words at that time? " Yan Yan, I am sorry, I am sorry, I did not mean to say those words, can you forgive me? "

Zhan Yan laughed bitterly as she shook her head, tears rolling down her pale cheeks. This was no longer a question of forgiveness, but rather, she was truly tired. Her heart was riddled with holes, and she had lost the strength to love.

When he lit up the sky full of fireworks for her, during the instant of the accident, when he used his body to protect her, she was really moved by him. But why was it that every time she thought she was about to grasp happiness, he would personally break it?

When his fist landed on Gao Yuxuan's body, she was really hurt. Did he not even have the least bit of trust in her? Or could it be, in Ji Weiyang's eyes, she was a woman with a beautiful personality?

"Yan Yan, it doesn't matter if you don't forgive me. It's just, don't cry anymore." Ji Weiyang was at a loss for what to do, and randomly wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips.

All along, the thing he was most reluctant to part with was to make her cry. However, he was the one who hurt her the most. " Why? Why did you lie to my child? If Du Xiaomo didn't say it out loud today, are you really planning to hide it from me for the rest of your life? "

"Yes." Zhan Yan's answer was straightforward and decisive. A pair of eyes that had been washed by her tears flickered with an abnormally resolute flowing light. However, that beam of light was excessively bitter, so bitter that it reached the heart.

"Ji Weiyang, can you understand that feeling? It was as if the whole world had collapsed. This kind of pain, let you know, is equivalent to letting you suffer once, but if you are in pain, my child will not be able to come back, so there is no meaning to it at all. "

"Yan Yan …" Ji Weiyang called out, she was choked with sobs, unable to speak. He reached out her arms and embraced Zhan Yan into her embrace, hugging her tightly. If possible, he really wished that he could merge her into her bloodline like this.

His chin rested on Zhan Yan's thin shoulder. At a place where she couldn't see it, his pitch-black eyes were moist. Yan Yan Yan, let's start over again. "

Forget all the painful past, their path, and start over. This time, he would love her wholeheartedly and love her, not letting her suffer even the slightest bit.

However, Zhan Yan gently pushed him away, raised her chin, and looked at him with a wry smile, "It's not the beginning, it's the end."

Zhan Yan's gentle and soft palm gently caressed his handsome sculpture-like face and deeply gazed into her eyes. Her voice was as gentle as a muslin, yet contained an inexhaustible desolation. Viyan, I really tried to love you in the past. To love you, I would rather face everything on my own. Every time you hurt my heart, I would continuously say to myself: Weiyang, he didn't do it on purpose, he was just sad because Xiao Yan left, don't throw salt on his wounds anymore … "But, Vuyo, my heart is made of meat. It hurts too, and it hurts too …"

Zhan Yan's hand tightly covered the location of her chest, her beautiful eyebrows knitted together.

"Don't say anymore Yan Yan. I'm sorry, I was the bastard. I shouldn't have treated you like that." Ji Weiyang hugged her into his embrace once again. Her words, word by word, cut through his heart like sharp knives.

Zhan Yan was trapped in his embrace, her cheek was buried in his chest, ice-cold tears had drenched his clothes in front of his chest, "Weiyang, I really don't have the strength to continue loving."

"It doesn't matter if you don't have the strength. Yan Yan, let me love you this time." Ji Weiyang held her ice-cold hands and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Yan Yan, in the future, I will promise you anything you say. If you don't like the relationship between me and Lu Anqi, then I will never see her again. "Yan Yan, no matter what, it's fine as long as you don't break up."

This was the first time Zhan Yan saw Ji Weiyang's helpless appearance, and she knew that he must be feeling very sad right now. However, she couldn't even take care of herself, so how could she console him? Her heart was already dripping with blood. She really needed time to heal the wound in her heart.

"Really, do you listen to me?"

"Yes." Ji Weiyang nodded gravely.

The corner of Zhan Yan's mouth raised into a bitter smile, "Alright, then, let's split up for a while. Weiyang, we both need to calm down."

Ji Weiyang silently stared at her for a long time. He didn't need time to calm down. He had always been calm and rational as he loved her.

However, he had already covered her with wounds. Forcing her to continue walking further and further away from him would only make them grow farther and farther away.

"Alright, let's split up for a while." He helplessly nodded and said in a low and suppressed voice, "Yan Yan Yan, I will stand where I am and wait for you to turn back. Promise me not to wait too long, will you? "

Zhan Yan bit her pale lips in silence, because she couldn't answer at all.

Perhaps because she had spoken for too long, Zhan Yan felt uncomfortable again. She laid back down on the sickbed, and her body curled up into a ball.

Ji Weiyang had been standing beside her bed, hoping that he could hurt her and hurt her.

It was afternoon, and the sunlight outside the window was just right. However, Ji Weiyang's pitch-black eyes did not manage to shine a single ray of light in, as if he was in an abyss that did not see the sun at all.

After that day, Ji Weiyang really did not appear in Zhan Yan's world again. He had promised to split up for a while, and that was what he had done.

Early in the morning, when Tang Feng walked into the CEO's office, he found Ji Weiyang sleeping on the sofa, wearing a black suit and a coat. On the tea table, there was what remained of a cup of dried red wine.

His desk was littered with papers, and it wasn't hard to see that he was working all night again.

"Ai, I said CEO Ji, it's time to wake up. Do you want to die young for such a suicidal way of working? " Tang Feng crossed his legs and casually sat on a seat at the side.

Ji Weiyang was staring at the ceiling above him, his two fingers pressed on his aching temples, he turned to Tang Feng and asked, "What about the thing I told you to investigate?"

"Tang Feng shrugged his shoulders lazily, as he was also unwilling to talk about the past. As you know, car accidents, accidental miscarriages, depression. He changed the case with a doctor in the same department as Zhan Yan. There was some conflict between him and Zhan Yan previously, but it seemed that it was because of the evaluation of the vice head physician. I've already dealt with him. "

"That's it?" Ji Weiyang's brows were lightly locked.

"Yes, there is no evidence pointing to Lu Anqi." Tang Feng said again.

Ji Weiyang was silent for a long time, before his gaze drifted to a corner, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking about. After that, he did not continue the topic. Instead, he took off his coat and stood up.

"The case of rebuilding the New Capital Merchant Shop should be signed today, right? Tell the driver to prepare the car."

Tang Feng leisurely sat in place, his posture lazy, "Then the case has already been negotiated, signing the contract was just a formality, how could a cooked duck fly? "I'll be fine. You should hurry back home and rest. We've already stayed up all night."

"No need, there's still a meeting after we sign the contract." Ji Weiyang coughed lightly. His handsome face was somewhat haggard, but his pitch black eyes were still sharp and astute.

"I also helped you cancel your executive meeting. Hurry up and go home. I don't need to send you home, do I? Director Ji! " Tang Feng had obviously come prepared, he had never hated it when Ji Weiyang made him seem like a ghost or demon for the sake of Zhan Yan that woman.

Ji Weiyang had no choice but to pick up his jacket and stand, but to do the same to Tang Feng, "I want to add 1% of the profits to the contract in the New Capital City, you handle it. I'll be leaving first. "

"Sigh, I say …" Before Tang Feng could resist, Ji Weiyang had already walked out of the office. The only thing that answered him was a bang on the door.

Leaving the company, Ji Weiyang immediately drove back to the villa on the mountain peak. When he walked into the living room, the servants were cleaning the house.

"Sir, why have you come back? Have you had breakfast? " When the nanny saw Ji Weiyang, she was slightly taken aback. He hadn't been home in a long time.

"En, make me a cup of tea and some porridge." Ji Weiyang placed the briefcase to the side and then sat down tiredly on the sofa.

He opened his eyes and leaned back on the sofa to take a nap. The two workers who had just arrived were packing up their things, making some noises. Ji Weiyang impatiently knitted his brows, and asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing? Can't you be quiet? "

At first, the two of them did not notice Ji Weiyang, but suddenly, they heard a loud noise that gave them a fright. One of their hands slipped and the carton they were carrying fell with a thud, and the things inside fell to the ground, including children's clothes, shoes, toys and so on.

"Sorry, sorry." The clockwork worker knelt on the ground in a panic and quickly picked up the items into the box.

"Don't move!" Ji Weiyang suddenly roared out, his deep gaze locking onto the things on the ground.

Coincidentally, the nanny carried the tea out from the kitchen and handed it over to him while trembling in fear. She explained, "Sir, these things have been stored in the basement for a long time. I don't think they're of any use. Let them clean them up."

Ji Weiyang didn't even look at her, his gaze never leaving those things as he coldly threw out two words, "Leave."

The nanny was stunned, but she was quite tactful. She quickly led the two hour workers away.

The huge villa instantly fell into a deathly silence. Ji Weiyang got up, and with staggering steps, he picked up the items that were scattered on the ground, one by one, and tightly hugged them.

There were a lot of things, a lot of things. It could be seen how much Zhan Yan had been looking forward to the arrival of this child. The children's toys were varied, including blocks, cars, and beautiful Barbie dolls. There were both men and women in the clothes, but most of the girls were girls, their pink and tender colors resembling peach blossoms that had bloomed in April. It was likely that the ones who were pregnant initially did not know about the boys and girls, so they had all bought some things. Then, at the age of four months, Zhan Yan probably carried girls in her embrace.

Ji Weiyang held the child's clothes in his hands. The texture of the cotton was especially soft and exquisite. He gently caressed the clothes, as if he was caressing the child's delicate skin.

Ji Weiyang buried his face into his clothes, his shoulders shook, and tears silently fell, wetting his small clothes. These items once belonged to his child, but unfortunately, they would never be used again. He had yearned and yearned so much for that Little Yan, but she would never come back.

All of this was his fault. He had always thought highly of himself, but he couldn't even protect the woman and the child he loved. If he hadn't been a deserter at the time, if he had continued to stand by Zhan Yan's side without caring about anything else, at this very moment, his little face was already in his arms as she called him 'father' in her childish voice.

In this world, there was one word, 'regret cannot reach'. Money could buy anything in this world, but it could not buy medicine for regret. He looked at the beautiful Barbie dolls, each one very much like his own.

Ji Weiyang took out a somewhat yellowed, colourful photo. On it was Zhan Yan's name and the time of the examination. The picture was still dark, but he knew that it was his Little Yan, the only one that Little Yan had left behind. His cold fingers gently caressed every part of the photo. He couldn't tell where the child's hands and feet were. The current Xiao Yan hadn't formed yet, but this photo proved that she had truly existed before.

A drop of hot tears fell on the color picture and made him faint. Ji Weiyang pressed his palm on his chest, feeling that even breathing was painful. At this moment, at this moment, the pain Zhan Yan had endured before was something that he could empathize with.

He held the clothes in his arms and stared blankly for an entire day. Then, he carefully folded the clothes one by one and put them into the carton. Each of his actions was extremely light and slow, as if he was making a final farewell.

Finally, he lit them in the garden and burned them.

These belonged to Xiaoyan, so she should go to heaven to accompany her. The only thing that was left behind was that yellow color picture. Ji Weiyang folded the picture and put it into his wallet. He remembered that there was a picture of a child in his assistant's wallet. Once, Ji Weiyang saw him and the driver, Xiao Zhang, showing off and saying, "Look, this is my son. He's already two years old.

Ji Weiyang was already a person standing at the top of the pyramid. He rarely envied anyone, but at that moment, he envied them.

Now, his wallet finally had a picture of his child, but his little Yan couldn't call him 'Daddy'.

Ji Weiyang really hated his, but he could only hate himself, he did not know how to cherish things, and so, he took Xiao Yan away. Wife Dispersal. This sort of ending, he deserved it.

Ji Weiyang sat on the wooden chair in the courtyard all night, the dim yellow light from the street lamp behind him casting a lonely, long shadow.

The north wind whistled. The bare branches of the parasol tree were covered with a layer of snow. The snow swayed gently in the wind as it drifted down. He remembered that the first time he brought Zhan Yan here was on the second day after their villa was built. At that time, Zhan Yan seemed to be very happy, as she stood in front of the window in her bedroom, happily saying to him: I want to plant a lot of French Parasol Trees in the garden.

He was a little confused. Girls didn't always like to grow flowers and plants, but she wanted to plant trees that reached the sky. At that time, he replied blandly, "Up to you." However, the eyes that followed her were filled with love. In fact, planting anything was fine, as long as she liked it. She was his wife, the mistress of this place.

Ji Weiyang had thought that he would be able to lock her in here for the rest of her life. He had thought that no matter when, as long as he returned home, she would definitely wait here for him. But now, he finally understood that locking down a person was easy, but locking down a heart was too difficult.

At dawn, Ji Weiyang drove out of the mountain villa. The dark green Land Rover told him that it was driving for no reason and unknowingly arrived in front of the Health Bureau.

It was early in the morning, and the staff members were entering the office one after another.

Ji Weiyang's arm rested against the carriage window as his deep gaze stared fixedly ahead without blinking. That petite figure was reflected in his eyes, and could not be ignored.

He saw that she was wearing a beige fur coat and long hair. It was a cold day, and she did not wear a hat or gloves. Her face was pale, and her black eyes were as bright and clear as ever. It was as though he wanted to suck in a person's soul. She and her two comrades walked together, talking happily, a faint smile on her lips and a faint dimple on her cheek. It seemed like she had already begun to get used to and assimilated into this circle. That's right, his appearance had always been extremely intelligent. Without him, she would have been able to live a good life.

Ji Weiyang's gaze followed her all the way until that figure completely disappeared from his sight. However, he was unable to recover from his shock for a long time. He had kept his promise and no longer disturbed her life. After a few days of separation, time had not diluted his love, instead, it made his longing grow like wild weeds, accumulating and forming into a danger of collapse at any time.