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Could it be like this? Gu Qingyan... Brother, would you destroy my feelings like this, just for your own selfish desires? I clearly know, I can't let go of Tan Yizhe, but I let Chen Xin "send" the drunk Tan Yizhe home …

"An Shengmei, don't you also want to know if Tan Yizhe likes Chen Xin, or if it's just an act of pretense?" Chen Xiye looked at her face in pity and placed the phone back into her bag, "So, did you see that? I have already called Tan Yizhe to let him see what Chen Xin looks like now. Didn't you want to see his reaction? "

Very quickly, Tan Yizhe rushed over and immediately found a doctor, asking him about Chen Xin's situation. In such a cold weather, his face was covered in sweat, she had actually just been blown by the snow all day, and after entering the hospital, the heat melted the snow into water droplets. However, An Shengmei did not know what happened.

Tan Yizhe also saw An Shengmei, and he had always felt that An Shengmei shouldn't have loved him, but he could do nothing about this kind of indescribable feeling which made him crazy. It was only when he heard that An Shengmei was in the hospital that he rushed over, and looking at her bland expression, Tan Yizhe suddenly wanted to break her mask, to see if her heart was as hard as steel!

Initially, he didn't want to bother with Chen Xin, but the doctor's words made him startled. What did he mean by patients might be depressed, have self-mutilation, and have a hunger strike?

He only came back to reality in the end, was Chen Xin crazy?

His heart was a little complicated. No matter what, it was because of him that Chen Xin had become like this. He knew from the start that this assistant had some extraordinary feelings toward him.

However, this feeling had always been reserved, only a little more than admiration. Moreover, she truly took her work seriously, she wouldn't think that she missed out on it because of her feelings.

Therefore, he would intentionally or unintentionally give her an exception. For example, if she was the only one who could freely enter his office and leave his documents, only she would dare to continue reporting on his work when he was in a bad mood …

It had to be said that Chen Xin was a very intelligent woman. She knew what she had to hide and knew that it was impossible for her to give her anything.

And when he heard this news, it had to be said that there was still a trace of anger left in him. Why was it that his child was born into the world like a medicine man?

Then, would Chen Xin treat the child well, or should she bring the child back …

These thoughts had flashed through his mind before, but, he thought of An Shengmei, he couldn't let An Shengmei suffer grievances. But he didn't think that the reason she would come to him occasionally, was actually to persuade him to leave Chen Xin's child behind, he was very angry, and would say those words to anyone, except her, only she couldn't!

Could it be that she didn't know that he would believe every word she said, and that he would do it? But did she really want this matter? How could a woman allow someone else's child to enter her sight? What was the point of doing this was to keep him further away from her, to let him leave her? How is this possible!?

But now … Looking at An Shengmei who was sitting at the door of the ward, and being completely indifferent even to him, Tan Yizhe felt his heart ache, not only for her, but for himself.

He wanted to grab her shoulders and ask again and again, "Do you still like it?" Or had he actually loved her?

In the end, he did not look at her anymore, but handed his hand over to Chen Xin instead. Looking at the blankness in that pitiful woman's eyes, he approached her slowly.

He didn't see the clarity that flashed past Chen Xin's eyes, nor did he see the streaks of tears that streaked past An Shengmei's face behind them. They were like starfall, yet she tightly bit her lips without uttering a single sound.

Tan Yizhe was thinking that he could buy a villa for Chen Xin and have a few nannies take care of her. As long as he was still alive, they would be able to take care of her for a lifetime, allowing her to slowly recover so that she wouldn't be imprisoned in a mental hospital. The rest of her life would be miserable.

How could this be …

An Shengmei stared at the figure of her back. So it turned out, even if Gu Qingyan did not scheme against her, he still liked her. Was it the past or the past?

No, how could this be? How could Gu Qingyan, who was even whiter than snow, do this? As expected, she has changed … He still remembered what he said at the café — — You, what kind of identity do you have ….

What was her status? Who was she to Tan Yizhe?

Friend? No, they have no friendship, love? No, they had already lost all their feelings. They felt guilty, but it turned out that they only owed him a little. In that case, who would owe whom a little more?

She gently spoke, to Tan Yizhe, to herself, and said, "Just like this, with both ends, no one will be owing anyone anymore. You have your life, and I have my happiness."

An Shengmei walked out of the hospital in a daze, ignoring Chen Xiye's shouts behind her. She ran like her life depended on it, as if everything was dispersed by the wind next to her ears, and she slowly started to feel cold. She realized that she had left her bag and jacket in the hospital, it didn't matter anymore, she still had a few hundred dollars in her pocket.

Wandering to the bar, he forced a smile and ordered a bottle of the most expensive and strongest wine. Then, he drank it all in big gulps. It was a completely masochistic way to drink.

An Shengmei habitually turned her head and saw Chen Cancan, who was at the side, drinking from her bottle as if she was drinking water from a well.

"Senior …" Why are you here? Or did I make a mistake by drinking too much? " An Shengmei blinked her eyes. She acted like a brave man, since Chen Cancan was the one paying the bill, she patted the counter and ordered another seven or eight bottles of wine, then opened them one by one and placed them in front of her.

The blurred lighting, the crystal clear bottle of wine, the wine red liquid swaying, the goblet thrown aside, they had never used it. The two of them did not care for their own lives as they toasted, did not push the goblet for another, did not laugh or curse, just silently savoring their own sorrow.

An Shengmei just drank it all in one gulp, all the way to her stomach, she had never drunk alcohol like this before. She used to sip it little by little, but she still pretended to drink it at banquets, until her eyes could no longer take the weight of her tears.