"Brother Han..." Yi Xiaoling held his neck with both hands, his eyelids trembled, his eyes closed, trying hard to restrain the fear in his heart.

The clothes on her fell under the bed one by one...

The cold sensation on her body made her shrink her body. In her mind, the sensitive nerve seemed to be pulled by someone. In front of her eyes, the traces of her body flashed constantly, stimulating her. Memory.

She clenched her hands into fists, trying to keep herself unaffected, but her body began to tremble...

"Xiao Ling, open your eyes, you look at me, I am your brother Han, I will not hurt you." Yan Shuhan quickly noticed her abnormality, all movements stopped, and she embraced her. Inside, just holding.

Waiting for her to return to calm.

"Xiao Ling, is it okay?" Yan Shuhan held her face in both hands, placed a soft kiss on her cherry lips, and her thin lips opened slightly.

His sympathy and pampering made Yi Xiaoling's forbearing tears welled up in an instant, plunged into his arms, and cried out.

"Brother Han, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

This is not the first time, she can't convince herself at all.

As long as she approaches Yan Shuhan, she will remember that night.

Thinking of the unclean self, he is not worthy of him...

"You have nothing to apologize to me. I can wait until you are willing to accept me." Yan Shuhan kissed her tears, suppressed her impulse, and soothed Yi Xiaoling who was emotionally broken.

He was anxious to get her, worried that she would push him away again.

As long as she is willing to work hard with him, he has nothing to wait.

When the truth comes out, the black hand behind her and the person who hurt her will be punished by law.

Or, wait for their wedding night...

Yan Shuhan's eyes deepened, his memory seemed to travel through time and space,

"Buzz..." Yi Xiaoling's phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID, and she was slightly startled, "It's Meng Liangfeng."

Meng Liangfeng never took the initiative to call her, even if something happened, Wen Yujia would call her. Yi Xiaoling suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart.

She raised her head and glanced at Yan Shuhan before answering the phone.

"Yi Xiaoling, Yu Jia committed suicide..."

"Bang—" The phone slipped from his palm, and Yi Xiaoling looked flustered. He stared at the phone falling on the bed, reaching out to pick it up, but couldn't hold the phone.

When she recovered, she immediately crawled out of Yan Shuhan's arms, picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on.

I grabbed my cell phone and ran out.

"Xiao Ling, please calm down first, take a deep breath, and I'll take you over." Yan Shuhan's pupil tightened. He heard what Meng Liangfeng said on the phone just now.

He didn't expect that he was also counting on Wen Yujia and Meng Liangfeng's reconciliation to make Yi Xiaoling believe that as long as the two of them are willing to work hard, there will be no obstacles.

Who knows, what I received now was the news of Wen Yujia's suicide.

If Wen Yujia really died, I'm afraid Yi Xiaoling's heart that finally opened up will be closed again.

This is the picture he least wants to see...

Yan Shuhan led her and left the lounge.

As he drove all the way to the hospital, Yi Xiaoling was stretched tightly, curled up in the passenger seat, his hands kept twisted together, his eyes were red, and he did not speak.

"Xiao Ling, relax, she will be fine."