She especially remembered that at that time, Gu Tanfeng only quietly listened to her complain, but did not even give her a clear answer. Later, when she complained to Ye Xuan, she also taught her what to do when she went to her mother-in-law's house, and this matter was left unsettled.
This matter was also thrown into the corner of Wan Qianqian's memory. If it was not suddenly brought up today, perhaps it really would have been forgotten in the corner of her memory forever.
Every corner of the house's decoration made her feel a sense of joy. Perhaps she had already forgotten what she had said when she looked forward to it, but the warm feeling at this moment could not be wrong. It made her suddenly have an impulse to settle down, and the rims of her eyes unconsciously became moist again.
"Gu Tanfeng, thank you." Tears unknowingly streaked across her delicate cheeks, and her voice gradually became hoarse and trembling as she sincerely expressed her gratitude in her heart.
Sitting beside her, Gu Tanfeng held her in his arms and gently pressed his chin against her head. The corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile, and he used the most sincere tone to respond to her gratitude, "No need to thank me, these are all things I am willing to do."
Wan Qianqian's uneasy heart gradually calmed down, and the hands that were placed in front of her slowly wrapped around his strong waist, and her face tightly nestled against his chest.
"Qianqian, if there's anything, you must tell me. Don't leave me again." It was probably because Wan Qianqian's appearance made Gu Tanfeng feel a trace of uneasiness, and there was a hint of urgency in his voice.
He urgently wanted to get Wan Qianqian's consent so that his heart could at least calm down, regardless of whether he could really do it in the future.
Lying in his arms, Wan Qianqian blinked her eyes and nodded slightly without a trace of hesitation. She lay peacefully in his chest, but she did not know that a storm was gradually sweeping over.
The next day.
Wan Qianqian wore a pair of sunglasses that almost covered half of her face. She sat in front of a table, and her face was a bit thicker than usual to cover up her haggard appearance.
After a few minutes, a man in a black suit also walked into the shop. His usually cheerful face now looked especially haggard. There was also a hint of melancholy between his brows, as if he had not had a good rest these days. When he looked at her, the corners of his mouth pursed up.
It was a very, very faint smile, and Wan Qianqian did not know how unwilling he was to smile. She just quietly looked at him.
After Xu Zhangjun sat down, he ordered a cup of coffee. He automatically ignored the cold gaze behind the sunglasses and tried to deal with the person in front of him as he usually did. "I thought you never wanted to see me again."
"Yesterday, she came to find me." However, Wan Qianqian did not reply to his somewhat sarcastic words. She directly spoke, and her voice was still a little hoarse.
Who was she referring to? Of course, Xu Changjun knew who she was referring to. The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually stiffened. Just as the smile was about to disappear, it suddenly bloomed again. That pair of long and narrow eyes looked at Wan Qianqian with a hint of gentleness, without a trace of guilt.
This made Wan Qianqian's heart, which she had suppressed with great difficulty, burn with anger. Her fists gradually clenched, and she gnashed her teeth as she said, "Xu Changjun! Do you hate me? "
"No." Xu Changjun was stunned for a moment, then he understood the meaning of her words and immediately answered.
"Then why are you doing this to me! Do you want me to not sleep well every day? Do you want me to die before you are satisfied?! "Wan Qianqian's emotions suddenly became agitated, and she almost pointed at Xu Zhangjun's nose and cursed.
Behind the sunglasses, the pair of eyes were full of hatred. That kind of disappointment to the person in front of him made Xu Changjun suffocate, and he almost couldn't maintain the smile on the corner of his mouth.
Naturally, after a while, he didn't continue to fake the smile, but looked sincerely at Wan Qianqian with his lips tightly pursed. That pair of long and narrow eyes seemed to emit a calm light that went straight to the bottom of Wan Qianqian's heart, swallowing her anger bit by bit.
After staring at her face for a while, a trace of bitterness flashed across his face, and he asked softly, "If you were me, and she was Xin Yue or Xin Yi, what would you do? Lock them up, regardless of whether they will commit suicide, or just kill them? "
These questions were like a few bombs exploding in Wan Qianqian's heart. For a moment, she could only open her mouth slightly, unable to say a word, and looked at Xu Changjun in a daze.
Wan Qianqian's mind was even more blank. Her two lips slightly parted, but her throat couldn't say a word.
In Xu Changjun's words, she seemed to be able to hear another layer of meaning, as if he was secretly criticizing her selfishness, accusing her of not caring about his feelings, and only thinking about herself.
After a while, Wan Qianqian calmed down. Her face became exceptionally pale, and it was especially obvious in contrast to the black sunglasses. Her red lips were also a little unbearable from being bitten. Behind the sunglasses, droplets of liquid suddenly flowed down her cheeks. She was standing right above her cup of coffee.
Every drop of crystal clear liquid fell quickly in the air, landing right in the coffee, and splashing a little. This scene fell into Xu Changjun's eyes, and his heart was stung fiercely. He wanted to help her wipe the tears off her face, but he could only resist.
"I'm sorry, I didn't care about your feelings." Wan Qianqian lowered her head slightly, and said this in a muffled voice. But after a pause, she continued to say, "If Xin Yue and Xin Yi were her, I couldn't bear to do anything to them, but at least I wouldn't let them hurt others, especially my best friend."
After saying these last words, Wan Qianqian picked up her bag and left, leaving Xu Changjun staring blankly at the coffee mixed with her tears.
Then Xu Changjun reached out to take the cup of coffee, put it to his lips, and took a small sip. The bitterness on his face became more intense, and he laughed self-mockingly. "Tears are really bitter."
After taking a sip, Xu Changjun put the coffee back in place, and then took out his phone to dial a number. The sadness on his face had long disappeared, and all that was left was coldness and sharpness, like a hunter who had been lurking in the night, making people tremble.
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