The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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Quiet little village.

There are only occasional bird calls and frog calls in the night, without the noise of big cities.

This night He Xiyan slept on the big wooden bed that she was familiar with. This wooden bed was bought by Jia Hang when she came to Mangshan Village.

The first night she came here was sleeping in this bed.

It was the same bed, and even the quilt was her most familiar taste.

The last time she slept here was more than three months ago.

It's only 100 days, but it's not human.

She doesn't know if she will come to this small village again in the future, or if she will see her folks here again, but she knows that she is the last time to spend a peaceful night here.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, and He Xiyan still opened his eyes. Looking at the window, the curtain blown by the breeze.

The moonlight came in through the window, and a light white shadow fell on the ground.

Suddenly, she woke her nose again, then pulled a paper towel from the bedside, and wiped away her tears and even snot.

She cried, and has been crying for a long time. Without looking in the mirror, she also knew how embarrassed she was, and her eyes should be red and swollen.

Jiahang respected her very much. She said that after wanting to sleep alone in this room, he went to another room to make a bed and a mat. The two rooms separated by a hall.

He Xiyan remembers that when he first came here, he lived in this large room alone, and Jia Hang lived in the second bedroom on the left.

At that time, the house was not renovated. The room was just painted with a thin layer of cement, but compared to the room where Jiahang lived, the room was much better. It was clean, with ceilings and even furniture. Bought, and the room was so rude, there was only a desk and a one-meter-wide wardrobe.

At that time, Jia Hang had not restored his memory, he could not speak, and every day, like a child, he would show a naive and bright smile. The thing he was most afraid of was that he didn't want to eat, and that he would run away secretly and leave him. At that time, she only did some household chores at home every day, and did some agricultural products such as chopped peppers to sell to farmers. Jia Hang never wanted her to work in the field, for fear of her hard work, for fear that she would not be able to get the hot sun.

He Xiyan wiped her eyes again, but just wiped her palms wet.

She didn't understand why she was so sad, as if something had been taken out of her body.

The past is played back in her mind, like a movie.

At this time she didn't know that she was in another room.

Chen Jiahang couldn't sleep all night, and his mind echoed those words she said at night. She said a lot of things, and those words all mean the same thing. .

And he could see that she was very painful in saying these words, and this pain was no less than herself.

She said that she wanted to see him married and have children, and she had seen happiness.

She said she didn't want to delay herself.

She also said that he was so entangled in her that it made her miserable and made her choose between her child and herself.

(Yan Yan, if this is really what you want, I will promise you.)

Chen Jiahang took a deep breath and squeezed her lips tightly.

He looked at the moonlight outside the window, and in the blink of an eye, two tears ran down the corner of the eye on the pillow.