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

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After dinner, He Xiyan accompanied Yuan Yuan to speak for a while, and picked up her cell phone to take several photos. It was not until nine o'clock in the evening that she got up and left.

When she first came to the door, she was wrapped around her waist with both hands.

Then a warm breath fluttered into her ears, with a slight smell of tobacco.

He Xiyan frowned, and frowned involuntarily.

"Mo ..." She was about to say something, but she heard the man's hoarse sound as if getting old.

"Yan Yan, stay ..." Mo Yixuan pursed his blood-stained lips, and in the blink of an eye, a tear fell down his eye.

And this tear fell directly on He Xiyan's neck.

He Xiyan felt the warm touch on her neck. She shuddered her shoulders, but felt that her heart was faintly aching.

She pulled the hand around her waist hard, but that hand held her tighter, preventing her from even moving.

Then she heard his husky voice again.

"Please, don't leave me, don't leave me alone to face the long and boundless years in the future."

Mo Yixuan used a word seeking. To this day, he has no more indifference and pride before her. He can do everything, give her money, give her property, give her everything he has, as long as she stays with him. They can stay together forever.

In these years, without her life around him, he has not been at ease for a day, and has not been truly happy for a day. He loves her really loves her. It was just that he was too stupid to understand the relationship too late, and he did not know how to cherish it. He had been squandering her love for him until he spent the love to the utmost. How selfish and indifferent.

He Xiyan bit her thin lips, her eyebrows locked, her eyes blinking constantly to show that she still had complex emotions at the moment.

She looked down at the hand around her waist, and a tear fell on her hand.

These hands held her through four years of youth, but in the end she couldn't hold her for a lifetime.

"Mo Yixuan!" He Xiyan breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head, and she met his jade eyes.

Tears filled his eyes, as did hers.

It was only an apology, a request, and a desire in his eyes. But her eyes are sorry, helpless, and sad.

When she loves him, she really loves and loves, but when she does not love, she really does not love.

Mo Yixuan trembled, reaching out and grabbing He Xiyan's shoulder, like holding a life-saving straw that could save him.

"Yan Yan, can you?" Mo Yixuan asked nervously, she didn't reply to him, but she cried, and she even cried.

He had ignored her for years when they were together. Until now, he didn't understand her, because he couldn't understand her eyes at the moment, and even less, how did she cry.

He Xiyan bent her lips slightly, her smile was bitter, and she looked at Mo Yixuan with the same hoarse voice:

"Sorry."

She whispered, and closed her eyes tightly.

The love and company he wanted were all she could not afford and could not afford.

Mo Yixuan's heart was pumped hard with a whip, so painful that he almost spit out blood.

He held her shoulders even harder, for fear of letting go, she would disappear.

"Yan Yan, don't say sorry!"