After the divorce, the CEO begged me to get back together

Qin Yang pursed his lips, looking a little displeased.

"That's not what I mean. I just think that Sangsang probably won't want to see you now."

The coldness in Song Qian's eyes grew even stronger.

"Why can she do whatever she wants? She can see her whenever she wants, or she won't. Are you kidding me?"

After saying that, he hugged the box and walked in, Qin Yang quickly stopped him.

"Song Qian, calm down, how can you talk to Sangsang in your current state."

"Qin Yang, let me go, this has nothing to do with you."

Song Qian suppressed his anger, but it was obvious that Qin Yang did not intend to let him in. When the two of them were in a stalemate, Qin Sang's voice suddenly came from inside the door.

"stop fighting!"

The two were stunned for a moment, Qin Yang let go of Song Qian's arm and looked towards the door.

I saw Qin Sang standing by the door, with no trace of emotion on his calm face.

Song Qian frowned, pushed Qin Yang who was standing in front of him, and walked towards Qin Sang.

"Come in and talk about something, don't shout outside."

Qin Sang said lightly, turned around and walked into the house.

Song Qian was so angry by her indifferent attitude that he was speechless, but he suppressed his anger, silently carried the suitcase and followed Qin Sang into Qin's house.

Qin Yang looked at the backs of the two, sighed, shook his head and left.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

When the two came to the courtyard, Qin Sang hadn't spoken yet, Song Qian couldn't help but speak.

"I made it very clear last time in the hospital."

Qin Sang looked at Song Qian calmly.

It's just that the calmer Qin Sang became, the more aggrieved Song Qian became, and he didn't realize that his and Qin Sang's states had completely reversed.

"Qin Sang, do you have to do this? I know what happened to Uncle is an indelible trauma to you, but you're not fair to me..."

Song Qian anxiously tried to explain something, but Qin Sang stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Stop talking about Song Qian, it's meaningless."

No matter how much he said, Qin Sang blocked his mouth. Song Qian's chest heaved violently, and he only felt angry, wronged, and unwilling.

"Things have developed to such a point that there is no room for change. Instead of the two of us being so painfully entangled, we should let go and go our own way."

Qin Sang's tone was calm, and Song Qian didn't know what to say for a while.

"I had an obsession with you in the past, and this obsession may have affected you as well. I'm sorry."

Song Qian couldn't stand it anymore, he threw the box on the ground.

"Are you sorry? Qin Sang, why did you send me this box of things? Swear to me that we will end our relationship? What did I do to make you so decisive?"

Song Qian desperately asked, he only felt that his crime was not so serious.

"Just take it as I'm sorry for you, I don't love you anymore, please let me go, and let yourself go."

Qin Sang didn't know what mood she was in when she said those words, her heart seemed to be dead, even though she knew what she said was cruel to Song Qian, she couldn't feel anything.

Hearing these words, Song Qian's expression suddenly became flustered.

At this moment, he felt very clearly that Qin Sang really wanted to leave.

"Sangsang, don't make trouble, okay, I know it's my fault, next week is our wedding, you can't..."

Song Qian couldn't continue, his throat choked up badly.

Looking at Song Qian's flushed eyes, Qin Sang knew that he was suppressing his emotions, a flash of unbearableness flashed in his heart, but he was quickly suppressed.

She picked up a lighter that was usually used to light incense from the table next to her, got up and walked to Song Qian.

Song Qian tried his best to stabilize his mind, only to see Qin Sang pressing the lighter and leaning towards the box.

"what are you going to do?"

As soon as he asked this sentence, Qin Sang set the cardboard box on fire the next second.

Song Qian's eyes widened in disbelief.

The cardboard box was very dry, and there were some flammable materials inside, which quickly caught fire.

"Qin Sang, are you crazy? Your wedding dress is still inside!"

Song Qian subconsciously wanted to go over and put out the fire, but Qin Sang firmly stopped him.

"Song Qian, no matter whether I loved you or hated you, it's over, let's stop here."

Qin Sang grabbed Song Qian's arm desperately, tears seemed to be in his eyes.

Seeing that the cardboard box was burned open, the white wedding dress was swallowed by the hot flames and quickly turned into black ashes.

Song Qian stared blankly, only feeling that the last ray of hope was also burnt out along with the flames.

It's really over for the two of them.

Qin Sang only felt that Song Qian's strength was gradually weakening, so he let go of his hand.

The two of them were silent for a while, then Song Qian suddenly lowered his head and laughed.

"Qin Sang, I didn't expect that I haven't really known you for so many years."

His voice sounded extremely desperate, Qin Sang bit his lip and turned his back, without saying a word.

Song Qian only felt that he was extremely stupid and ridiculous, probably he was wrong, since he should not have longed for true love from the very beginning.

So Song Qian turned around and strode away.

It wasn't until there was silence behind Qin Sang that his body stiffened, and he slowly came to the bench and sat down, covering his face.

"Sangsang."

Qin Fei's hoarse voice came from behind Qin Sang.

Qin Sang didn't look back, and didn't agree, just sat on the chair with his face covered.

Qin Fei walked over and sat next to Qin Sang, and the two sat silently.

"Brother, why is it so difficult to be happy?"

After a long time, Qin Sang spoke softly.

Qin Fei didn't answer, but silently approached Qin Sang, put his arms around Qin Sang's shoulder, and pressed her head to his shoulder.

Qin Sang's breathing trembled a little, and then hot tears soaked Qin Fei's clothes.

Half a month later, the wedding of Qin Ce and Meng Lan was successfully held. Qin Sang was wearing a bridesmaid's dress, and watched Meng Lan walk slowly towards Qin Ce with a smile. kiss.

She had thought that she would fall in love with the scene, but she didn't expect that she was calmer than expected.

At least some people are happy, which is good.

The air ticket to the UK has been bought, and the luggage is being packed one after another. Qin Sang watched her room getting emptier day by day, and finally felt the breath of parting.

The night before she left, she put a photo in her wallet.

It was a photo taken by Qin Fei during the trip before Qin Zhongsen's accident.

In the photo, she and Song Qian are standing under the tree, the breeze is blowing her long hair and skirt, while pressing her straw hat to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, she turns her head and looks at Song Qian with a smile, talking to him What.

Song Qian also looked at her tenderly.

The beautiful moment is frozen here, and it no longer exists.

In the early morning of the next day, Qin Sang dragged his luggage out of the gate of Qin's house, and Qi Yinian was waiting at the gate.

"Are you ready?"

Qi Yinian asked, Qin Sang nodded.

"Well, let's go."