"Huh—" The sports car finally arrived at the hospital.

Two people were sitting in the car, and neither of them got out of the car first.

After a long silence, Yan Ling raised his head and looked at Yi Haiyin earnestly, "Let's end it, I think it clearly, we are simply not suitable..."

Yan Ling tried his best to make his tone appear calm, and would finish the words that he had prepared long ago without fail.

But in the end, I couldn't control myself, and my eyes were red.

"Yi Haiyin, you must have been too autistic before. You never went out to take a good look at the world. There are many girls who look better than me and better than me in this flowery world. Maybe you watch it, and you won’t like it at all. I."

"..."

"My family is an ordinary family. My parents are just retired small employees. They have never been out of the country once in their entire life. They don't understand the rich world and can't adapt to your rules. I don't want them to work hard for a lifetime. Finally, because of me, they are looked down upon. "

"..."

"Look at me again. In front of a young master like you, I have nothing worthy of you to look at. We are together, it will not benefit you at all. You still have to be criticized by others because of my profession. We Separation will only benefit you without harm."

Yan Ling talked endlessly, without giving Yi Haiyin a chance to interrupt.

It seems to be afraid, if I don't finish speaking in one breath, I won't have the courage to continue.

Speaking of the end, only by holding the hem of his skirt with both hands, could he hold back the tears welling up in his eyes and say the last word.

"Yi Haiyin, the filming is over. Let's break up just as if the two had just had an unrealistic dream?"

"Are you finished?" Yan Ling waited for a long time before hearing his cold voice, slowly ringing in his ears.

"..." Yan Ling was startled, and met his cold gaze. For a while, he couldn't understand what he meant.

In the next second, Yi Haiyin was seen crossing the seat of the car, supporting her with one hand on the back of her seat, her tall body shrouded her in a shadow, staring down at her.

White and slender fingers wiped the corners of her eyes, thin lips opened slightly, "If you want to break up... don't cry."

"I... Um!" Yan Ling was just about to explain, his lips were already pressed down, and the words she hadn't had time to say were blocked in her mouth.

Yi Haiyin is a cold-hearted person, but cold-heartedness doesn't mean that he doesn't understand feelings.

On the contrary, because there is only one person in his eyes, he can feel her every move and every smile.

Her reluctance, her sadness, her love for him...

He knows it all.

So, don't break up.

"I only marry the one I love...I only love you." Yi Haiyin slowly let go of her, with a clear voice, every word, as if making a pious wish.

"But I don't deserve you at all, you don't know anything at all!" At his clear gaze, Yan Ling's tears burst in an instant, pushed him hard, pushed the car door and grabbed his bag and went to the hospital. Run in.

Along the way, he stumbled, like a lost child, and couldn't find Xia Changyue's ward.

I finally found it. I was about to step forward, but I ran into Yang Muya who was coming from another direction and was about to enter.

Their eyes met, and both of them were stunned.

"Are you...Xia Changyue's friend?" Yang Muya looked at the person in front of her, Zitong tightened slightly, and a familiar feeling surged in her heart.