Fei Yunze's own clothes were neat and tidy, and he looked really elegant.

When he said this, he was elegant and calm for a while, forming a sharp contrast with her wolverine.

After he said these words, he gave her a glance, turned, and left gracefully.

Yan Ge was sitting on the table, reaching out to wipe the traces on her arms and neck, weeping and crying, "Jia Yu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ..."

But the more clear those marks are, the more they are not clean.

She stared at the marks on her arm, and the sadness on her face was gradually replaced by despair.

The next moment, she climbed down the table and walked towards the windowsill step by step.

The window sill was a bit high, she could n’t climb up, she just returned and moved a chair. She stood on the chair to open the window, slowly closed her eyes, and murmured: "Jia Yu, next life, I will be your wife in the next life. Spoil me all my life, now, I really ca n’t stand it, it ’s too painful, it ’s too painful to live. ”

Suddenly someone hugged her waist and hugged her tightly: "Mian Mian, Mian Mian."

Yan Ge heard this voice and turned his head in surprise and horror: "You, why are you here?"

She glanced at the open small conference room door in the side corner of the conference room, and tears fell down again: "Just now, you, did you see it?"

Fei Jiayu nodded sternly.

"I'm sorry," Yan Ge said with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She said three sorry in a row and turned her head toward the window.

Fei Jiayu saw that she had to jump down, and hurriedly hugged her body towards the ground.

The chair fell to the ground for an instant, and the two fell to the ground without saying, and Fei Jiayu's forehead hit the table leg.

Fortunately, the legs of the table are round, and there is no broken skin.

Yange broke free from him: "You let go of me, I'm not worth your marriage at all, you let go of me, let go of me. You can let me go, I can't stand it, I really can't stand it, home Yu, Jia Yu, please let me be relieved. "

Fei Jiayu hugged her tightly, and despite her struggles of kicking and fighting, she did not let go: "Mian Mian, this is not your fault, this is not your fault, you should not punish others for your fault Yourself. "

He pressed her head to his chest, his voice soft, but extremely firm: "Mian Mian, I like you, I want to marry you, no one can separate us, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I won't I hate you. I like you. I can't wait to hold you in my palm. I can't wait to kill anyone who insults you. If you want to die, I will die with you. "

"Mian Mian, it's my fault to say I'm sorry, but I didn't protect you."

There was a cry in his voice.

Yan Ge's hand pressed on his lips, his cold fingers, but softly made him want to put her fingers in his mouth at this moment, so as not to accidentally break.

"It has nothing to do with you, Jia Yu, it has nothing to do with you, it's my fault, it's my own dirty, dirty, disgusting, I'm so dirty, Jia Yu, I really can't stand it, you let me go, OK? I don't want you to touch me like this at all. "

She whispered loudly, but the words spoken were like a knife, stuck in his heart, making his heart hurt more than ever.

"You're not dirty, you're not dirty, you're dirty, you're dirty. Those who are thinking are dirty. What you said, we're getting married, you can't break your word, you can't leave me alone."