Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

Aning didn't know when he came back, or how long he had been back, or why he was sitting at the door.

Just for a moment, she suddenly felt that the room was unusually dull.

She raised her feet and came closer to him. Every time she took a step forward, her heart began to tremble involuntarily, and the cup in her hand was held with greater strength.

Slowly, Aning stopped in front of him, then squatted down, put the cup on the ground, raised her head, the light in her eyes beat uneasily, she tried to keep her tone calm, and her voice was suppressed very softly.

"Xie Xinghe, when did you come back and why are you sitting here?"

Almost as soon as her voice fell, Xie Xinghe stood up from the bench, his handsome features unrealistic in the dim light.

He narrowed his eyes, his brown pupils full of reluctance and softness.

Then, he turned his head and clenched his hands tightly on both sides of his body, as if he was restraining something, and then slowly said: "Aning, let's go."

He couldn't delay her.

Her mother was right, her future was safe and she couldn't be left with nothing to say just because of him.

The relationship between the victim's daughter and the perpetrator's son is destined to be unacceptable.

She still has her own way to go, and she can't be restrained because of him.

Aning squatted on the ground, looking up at him blankly.

The sadness and grievances of the past few days suddenly flooded into Tianling Gai, and her eyes were filled with tears. She stood up from the ground, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and her vision was sometimes blurred and sometimes clear.

"Is this the answer you've been thinking about for so long?"

"Yes."

Xie Xinghe didn't dare to look at her, closed his eyes, and struggled to say a word from his throat.

He thought that no matter what difficulties he encountered, he would stay by her side unswervingly.

But when facing her future.

But there was nothing he could do.

After a while, Xie Xinghe opened his eyes, put his hand into his jacket pocket and took out a bank card.

This time, his eyes fell back on her face, his eyes burning, and his deep eyebrows seemed to contain infinite affection. And the next moment, he took her hand and handed her the bank card.

He said in a hoarse voice: "You should keep this card for now. I will be responsible for all your expenses from now on."

Feeling the sudden warmth from her fingertips, she subconsciously clenched her hand. The hard edge of the bank card hurt her hand.

But she didn't let go. She wiped the tears from her face vigorously, stared at him coldly, and sneered, "Ha..."

She is really convinced by this person. Why is she so stubborn? Is it because she lacks a muscle or is her brain muddled?

The garlic that had been planted for so many days had sprouted and grown up to be edible, yet he was still standing still.

Is what she said so difficult to understand?

He also gave her the bank card and told her that he would be responsible for all future expenses. Who the hell wants to be so responsible...

If you can, just take responsibility for her, okay?

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. An Ning felt that her anger was rising. She tightened the card in her hand angrily and looked at his indifferent face.

I almost threw my bank card in his face.

The living room was dim, with lights refracting from the room and scattering some of the light.

Aning's eyes were reddish and her eyes were gradually dimming, and the dim light depicted her delicate facial features. I don't know if it was because of the lighting, but Xie Xinghe felt that her face looked very bad now.

When I was lost in thought, I heard her slightly oppressive voice: "Do you think it's too much money or you just can't wait to end the relationship with me?"

Xie Xinghe stared at her, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he didn't know how much emotion was hidden in his eyes.

How can we get rid of it?

He wished he could be tied to her for the rest of his life.

"It's not clear." Xie Xinghe's voice was so soft that she even thought she heard wrong.

"Then what do you mean?" Aning stared at him and asked word by word.

But the man never replied to him, as if he was determined not to talk about it.

Facing such silent Xie Xinghe, Aning went crazy, and the accumulated bad emotions swept over him instantly.

When people's accumulated negative emotions reach a certain level, they will inevitably explode.

The next moment, Aning threw the bank card at him, then raised his hand and pulled off his collar, shouting with all his strength: "Xie Xinghe, did you kill someone or set a fire? Does that matter have anything to do with you? ?Why do you give me money and still push me away? Are you the Holy Father?"

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When talking about the latter part, Aning's tears fell for some reason. She let go of her hand holding his collar, clenched her fists and beat his chest angrily, crying and accusing.

Looking at this look is really aggrieved and pitiful.

Xie Xinghe remained silent. Listening to her words, an undercurrent surged in his eyes. He raised his hand several times and finally lowered it, allowing her to beat him wantonly.

The boy's face remained unchanged. Aning really didn't know what to do at this moment. Tears were pouring out more and more. She simply sat on the ground and cried.

Seeing this, he couldn't help it any longer, looked down at her, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, held her in his arms, and placed his warm palm on the back of her head.

"Aning, I promise you, I'll come find you as soon as I finish handling the matter here, okay?"

"What a ghost! If you are saying such things, I will never pay attention to you in my life."

After sniffing, Aning said dully, her face rubbed against his chest, leaving traces of snot and tears on his clothes.

Then he slowly raised his head, wrapped his arms around his neck, pressed his forehead against his, and said sadly: "Xie Xinghe, you are not alone. If anything happens, let's face it together, okay?"

Then she held the corner of her lips and smiled: "I will always be with you. No matter what happens, as long as you choose me, I will walk towards you firmly."

"I don't care what people in this world say about me. I just want to do things according to my beliefs and never regret it, no matter now or in the future." (1)

These words suddenly caused an uproar in Xie Xinghe's heart. At this moment, he felt the blood boiling all over his body and his heart was beating vigorously.

At this moment, he felt that he was too small, not as open-minded as her, not as firm as her.

Therefore, he should be like her, no matter what, he should walk towards her firmly without fear, and never let go of her hand no matter what happens.

Thinking like this, Xie Xinghe involuntarily tightened his hand on her shoulders, his slender eyelashes covering the light in his eyes, "Do you really not regret it?"

"Never!" she said firmly.

"it is good."

He would never let her go easily this time, not even to death.

The young man lost his usual surly and showy attitude, his eyes looked a little darker, and the aura on his body seemed to be getting stronger.

At this moment, he was like a shackled prisoner returning to freedom. From the dark corner, he glimpsed the starry sky.

From then on she was his only light.