Be a qualified heartthrob

"He wants to kill you," the handsome man said anxiously, frowning tightly, anxious and angry, "An'an, he wants to kill you, you can't...!"

"I can't?" Ye Shao'an sneered, he raised his chin high, with a haughty look on his face, "What do I want to do, do I still need your consent?"

"No...it's not..." Jiang Wenbai seemed a little at a loss, he explained awkwardly for a while, only to see the impatience in Ye Shaoan's brows and eyes deepened, he took a deep breath, restrained his anxiety, and said in thought, "But An'an, don't you know what Qiu Yanyu did? He was uneasy and kind to you at all, since the first time we met, and now it's just a plan revealed, so..."

Jiang Wenbai's voice gradually disappeared under Ye Shaoan's mocking eyes, and a hint of anger suddenly rose in his heart, obviously Ye Shaoan himself had discovered a lot of things, so what's the point of being so mocking? !

"Jiang Wenbai," Ye Shaoan shook his head, with a hint of regret in his tone, "You really let me down."

There was complete disappointment in those beautiful black crystal eyes, Jiang Wenbai's heart was shocked, and he turned his head in embarrassment the next second.

He always felt that Ye Shaoan's eyes could see through everything.

"I've said a lot of good things about you to Brother An recently," Ye Shao'an said lightly, and Jiang Wenbai subconsciously turned his head to look at Ye Shao'an, "Brother Xiang An hates you so much, why did he suddenly say good things about you?"

Ye Shao'an looked at Jiang Wenbai, showing a little sarcasm, "Even if Xiang'an wants me to break up with Qiu, he won't want me to be with you again, he doesn't have any good feelings for you."

"It can be seen that you brought some news that made them break with Qiu completely, and you, through perfect action planning, reversed your impression in Brother Xiang'an's heart."

"Let me think about it," Ye Shaoan looked directly at Jiang Wenbai, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more mocking, and his tone of voice became lighter, as thin as silk, but it made Jiang Wenbai's heart sink more and more, "What did you do? Woolen cloth?"

"An image of your son who is affectionate, restrained, elegant, serious, sad, and painful?"

"When my life or death is uncertain, you can still plan everything and leave the most perfect face for my relatives," Ye Shao'an smiled and shook his head, "When my father and I came out, he didn't agree. "

Jiang Wenbo stared blankly at Ye Shao'an, his beautiful red lips opened and closed, spit out sharp thorns one after another.

"He said, that kid from the Jiang family pretends too much in his heart and wants more. You won't be the heaviest one on his scale. You are my son. I know you and you will get hurt."

The corners of Jiang Wenbai's mouth trembled slightly, and Ye Shaoan said casually: "But I still insist, you know, the Ye family's education has always been like this, I don't agree with your decision, I propose meaning, but if you still insist on your own opinion, then no one will can stop you."

"That's why I'm with you. Even though we had countless struggles in the future, involving the bottom line and not involving the bottom line, even if we broke up in the end, I never felt that my father's evaluation of you was right."

"But today, you really let me down," Ye Shaoan said calmly, "I believe that what father said is right."

"When my life or death is uncertain, you can still use the name of loving me, make a perfect face for yourself, and then gain the friendliness and greater benefits of others."

"You are still using me when my life or death is uncertain."

Jiang Wenbai's face was pale, and he took two steps back in an instant. At that moment, he only felt that Ye Shaoan's eyes were sharper than X-rays, revealing all his unknown secrets. He seemed to be stripped naked in front of the public. Embarrassed and angry.

"Shut up—!" Jiang Wenbai roared, "I never thought of hurting you, but Qiu Yanyu wanted to kill you!"

"How is he better than me?!"

"Tsk, you're getting angry from embarrassment," Ye Shaoan shook his head coldly, "Even if Qiu gave me medicine, he prepared countless possibilities for me to discover this matter. Qiu's identity is no simpler than any of us, but he left countless And if it were you, you wouldn't leave me with the slightest flaw, and even if I die, I might still be counting the money for you."

Jiang Wenbai's mind became confused, and his thoughts were like a mess. He stared at Ye Shaoan fiercely, and after a while he gritted his teeth and sneered, "So what? Did he hurt you less? Didn't he still want you to die?" Is he better than me?!"

"He hates you so much, do you think he won't hurt you again after this time?" Jiang Wenbo laughed loudly, his eyes were vicious, "Impossible, my An An, don't you be so naive anymore, okay?"

"Hate is poison. It will never be eliminated. If he treats you well today, he will still hate you tomorrow. For the rest of your life, you will live in the shadow of being killed by the person closest to you. Only death can end it all. !" Jiang Wenbai's eyes were almost resentful, and his tone was even more malicious, "Oh, by the way, you've been in the hospital, don't you know? Old lady Li, she can..."

Jiang Wenbai stopped talking suddenly, shook his head after a while, sneered, slammed the door and left.

After he left, Ye Shaoan slowly closed his eyes, he sighed long,

"You don't need to be so troublesome if you want me to die."

"Although Jiang Wenbai's appearance makes people very unhappy, there is one thing he said is quite right."

"Only my death can end all of this."

He slowly lifted the quilt and opened the door of the ward.

The video ended here. In the dark, Qiu Yanyu's eyes were hollow and numb.

After Ye Shaoan jumped off the building, the surveillance video of the hospital could only see that Jiang Wenbai had entered the ward before Ye Shaoan went out, but Qiu Yanyu had installed a hidden camera in that ward.

Then he got this, but what's the point?

Jiang Wenbai was indeed the last straw that broke the camel's back, but all the straws ahead were pushed by himself.

And his An'an, no matter when and where, in front of anyone, protects him unreservedly.

Qiu Yanyu gently closed his eyes, the night was as cold as water, he sent this video to Li Xiangan, An An's relative, who had the right to know the cause of An An's death, after doing all this, he fell sideways on the sofa, breathing weakly extreme,

Ann, will you come to my dream?

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The Li family and the Ye family broke up with the Jiang family.

It was too late when Qiu Yanyu got the news.

Since that day, he locked himself in the manor, never left the manor, and did not allow anyone to enter, only occasionally someone would send some necessities in, and they could only be placed outside the manor. Now, he The outside information is not as fast as he once understood, or in other words, he doesn't bother to understand it at all.

Ye Shao'an's departure seemed to have taken away his vitality, making him look like an old man in his twilight years, without any signs of anger.

Only the rose bushes in the backyard are as delicate and beautiful as a raging fire, and such a thick patch is as beautiful as a poem.

He had only one rose bush.

In the last life, after An An died, he was in such pain that he didn't want to live, and committed suicide a few months later. The days without An An were too painful and tormented;

But now, every day is suffering countless times compared to the previous life, but he can no longer bring up the desire to commit suicide.

He will make atonement,

The pain of these days and nights is just like the torture that An An suffered back then,

Anyone who makes An An feel uncomfortable will bear his revenge thousands of times,

He himself is no exception.

And on this day, an unexpected guest came to the manor.

It's Li Xiangan.

Qiu Yanyu didn't let him in, but just looked at him calmly at the gate of the manor. Li Xiangan looked at Qiu Yanyu complicatedly, and after a while he said in a hoarse voice: "You sent me the video?"

Qiu Yanyu nodded.

Li Xiang'an took a puff of cigarette, "I owe you a favor."

Qiu Yanyu shook his head.

Li Xiang'an sneered and said, "Our Li family can't afford the favor of this great Buddha like you."

Qiu Yanyu didn't speak, just looked at Li Xiangan's car, and silently saw off the passengers.

Li Xiang'an suddenly felt a little weird, and Qiu Yanyu seemed to be unable to speak.

Li Xiang'an mocked: "Why, Young Master Qiu doesn't even want to talk to me now?"

Qiu Yanyu walked towards the manor silently, Li Xiangan's expression became furious at that moment, Qiu Yanyu threw him a very heavy file bag from a distance, Li Xiangan shouted angrily: "Stop! You stop! "

Qiu Yanyu walked into the manor indifferently.

Li Xiang'an opened the file bag, and there were various transfer books, he was stunned for a moment, only at the end, there were a few simple words,

"For An'an, you need these."

Li Xiangan moved his lips.

Yes, the Jiang family united the Wang family of the Tang family and the Ye family of the Li family to fight against each other. They need more strength.

Li Xiangan moved the corners of his lips, his brain was clamoring to throw all this out, but his belief in avenging An An and killing Jiang Wenbai was burning like a spark;

Finally, he accepted these.

When the Jiang family collapses, he can also return everything, including interest.

He looked at Qiu Yanyu, and Qiu Yanyu walked into the room immediately. Under the shadow of the sun, Li Xiangan suddenly felt that Qiu Yanyu was extremely thin and numb, like an old man who was dying.

He stared blankly at the document in his hand, and Qiu Yanyu's figure in front of him had disappeared. After a while, he closed his eyes. He knew that Qiu Yanyu was punishing himself, but so what?

His An An, his cousin, no matter how much Qiu Yanyu tortured himself, he would never come back.

Tears fell silently.

Qiu Yanyu looked at the delicate rose, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. This was planted by him and An An at the beginning.

The corner of his mouth opened, and he spit out two words silently, An'an.

He could no longer utter a sound,

He painted the ground as a prison, imprisoning himself in this manor full of memories,

until natural death.