As soon as the voice fell, the light meteor in Leng Sichen's eyes flashed across, and annihilated in an instant, "Xiaoxun, I thought...you will understand me..."

The disappointment in his eyes was like a poisoned sword that stabbed her heart and hurt her internal organs.

"Heh, do you think? Don't wear high hats to me, I am not as great, selfless and understanding as you think. The unselfish ones in love are gods, not mortals!

Leng Sichen, I have been considerate of you many times, every time I am considerate, I am accommodating! Love is equal, and our balance, all the weight is on my side..."

"..." Leng Sichen squeezed his fists.

Xia Yuxun put her chin on her knees, picked up the photo frame that was shattered on the ground, and stared blankly, "I thought...as long as that person is you, I can bear everything and let it go, but I found that it was because That person is you, I can't bear it, I can't let..."

"..." Leng Sichen couldn't refute a word. In the final analysis, he was wrong with this matter, and he had nothing to say.

The two were in a stalemate.

Xia Yuxun hugged the pudding, just covering her cheeks with the pudding, her back leaning against the door, her eyes slightly closed, and her lips pressed tightly.

A defensive and repulsive posture.

Not far away, Leng Sichen leaned on the car door, lit a cigarette, vomiting clouds and fog, the phone bell kept ringing, and he didn't pick it up.

The autumn breeze was cool, the plane leaves fell quietly, and the two of them remained silent.

In the car, Liang Qian was quickly confused by such a suppressed atmosphere. He would rather the two of them make a fuss than a cold war. He wanted to come out several times to persuade him, but he was afraid that he would become cannon fodder. Give up.

Time passed bit by bit, and it was already noon soon. He didn't eat last night, and now Liang Qian's stomach is grumbled with hunger.

Are these two people really feeling full of water and not feeling hungry at all?

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, Liang Qian couldn't hold it anymore, but at this time it was not easy to leave the boss to eat here by himself.

So I had to call for help, "Hey, Xiang Yuan, I'm starving to death at the door of my sister-in-law's house, come here to help, hurry up!"

Xiang Yuan on the other end of the phone immediately shook his head, "Sister-in-law's house? I'm not going!"

After the last sneak shot incident, there was already a shadow in Xiang Yuan's heart. It was Longtan Tiger's Den and couldn't go.

Liang Qian yelled at this end, "You have no conscience. When you almost starved to death in an African refugee camp, who rescued you? Now the boss is in trouble, you have this attitude?"

When it comes to this, Xiang Yuan feels mad, "Go! Don't say that I'm as good as a refugee? I'm going to volunteer to support the disaster area! As far as your mind is concerned, you know what a shit!"

Liang Qian yin and yang echoed strangely, "Yes, yes! As a result, the people in the disaster-stricken area robbed you without money, and even had no money to go back to the volunteer headquarters! If the boss hadn't picked you back, you would have become a terrorist gun. Cannon fodder!"

Xiang Yuan was a fledgling boy at that time. After he walked out of university, he repeatedly suffered setbacks. He was depressed and confused about the value of his own existence. For a while, he wanted to volunteer in Africa.

I thought to myself, the world is so big, there is always a place for him.

As a result, his value has indeed been reflected. At least, the refugees who robbed him should not go hungry for a few weeks.

In the end, he almost became the dead soul under the gun of terrorists.