"A nostalgic person is like a scavenger."
- No.
Song Jin'an only realized today that it was useless for her to pay now.
She can't escape.
You can never escape from Yan Haoxiang.
Even if he committed suicide, he was still saved.
Song Jin'an smiled lightly, and tears rolled down immediately.
But the best way is for her to die.
She has nothing to miss anymore, and it's all her fault that she has come this far.
Song Jin'an returned to the room and sat there until the servant knocked on the door and told her to go downstairs for dinner.
songjinan"No, no appetite."
Song Jin'an shook his head and rejected the servant. She really had no appetite at all.
In addition to not being able to eat, there is actually another reason.
longtao（shenmedoudang）[Maid]: "Madam just said that she has no appetite, so she won't come down."
The servant came down from the upstairs and went to Yan Haoxiang to report to him. Yan Haoxiang frowned when he heard the words, and then stepped upstairs.
The door was pushed open, and Song Jin'an knew it was Yan Haoxiang without thinking. There was no expression on her face, but she nodded lightly,
songjinan"It's fine if you eat it yourself."
yanhaoxiang"I can't do this kind of thing."
yanhaoxiang"Go downstairs to eat, be obedient."
Song Jinan raised his eyes, looked at Yan Haoxiang in front of the door, and then smiled, a little mocking, and a little confused.
songjinan"When did you care so much about me?"
After listening to Yan Haoxiang, he subconsciously wanted to refute,
yanhaoxiang"I haven't always..."
Before he could finish speaking, he lost his voice. He had always cared about her, and who would believe him.
He was silent for a while, then spoke again,
yanhaoxiang"Let's go eat."
yanhaoxiang"Aren't you hungry if you don't eat?"
songjinan"Why do you care so much? My death has nothing to do with you."
Song Jin'an's eyebrows were gradually dyed with impatience, and his words were very rude.
But Yan Haoxiang was not angry, he still looked cold, but his eyes were deeper. After a long time, he sneered coldly, then put down a sentence, turned and left the room,
yanhaoxiang"If you have the ability, you will starve to death in bed."
Seeing Yan Haoxiang leave, Song Jinan let out a sigh of relief, and then raised a wry smile. She really wanted to starve to death here.
If only Yan Haoxiang had never cared about her.
Yan Haoxiang, who went downstairs, pursed his lips tightly. Apart from being angry and forced, he really had nothing to do with Song Jinan.
He didn't want to force her, so he could only let go of the cold words.
But she didn't seem to care about the temperature of his words at all, and instead felt a little relaxed about his departure.
The more Yan Haoxiang thought about it, the more angry he became, but he couldn't do anything but sulk, so he got out of the villa, got into the car alone, and drove to the company.
He didn't plan to go back to the Yan family for the next few days. He didn't know how to get along with Song Jinan, who was covered in thorns, not to mention that she was afraid that he would not be able to get along.
Yan Haoxiang could only work overtime in the company, and a wry smile appeared on his lips.
Song Jinan sat on the bed, her shoulders wrapped around her knees, and her face buried in it. Without Yan Haoxiang, she was alone and quietly, and suddenly wanted to cry.
There is really no meaning in living.
Mom doesn't want her anymore, even if she escapes from Yan's house, where should she go?
She no longer has a home.
Why did God save her, and why didn't the cuts just kill her.
Song Jinan's face was full of tears. The room had no lights on, it was very dark, and she was the only one, she was too tired.
