Wang Xiaohua put on her clothes and walked out the door. She saw that An Youpeng had prepared breakfast.

Seeing Wang Xiaohua come out, he greeted him with a faint smile on his face and said with a feeling of distress: "What happened yesterday? Your eyes are red, have you cried?"

Wang Xiaohua was a little surprised and hurriedly walked to the mirror to take a look. Sure enough, she found that her eyes were red, swollen, like peaches. I don’t know when I cried, it should be the time to dream?

She smiled reluctantly and said, "It might be a nightmare, it's okay." An Youpeng didn't ask any further. He went to the refrigerator to get ice cubes to apply her eyes. The two of them sat side by side on the sofa, almost hugging each other, and their postures were very ambiguous.

Wang Xiaohua could feel An Youpeng's warm breath, her heartbeat became more and more violent, her chest kept undulating, and her eyelashes were shaking slightly.

Seeing her appearance, An Youpeng was stunned for a moment, quickly turned his gaze elsewhere, and then asked softly: "Do you have nothing to ask me?"

"I..." After hesitating for a moment, Wang Xiaohua still told me what happened yesterday: "Yesterday a woman named Zhu Xinrong came to me and said it was your ex-girlfriend. She talked to me about your past events and her current situation."

"How is she doing now?" An Youpeng asked almost subconsciously. After asking, he gently rubbed the ice cubes and told Wang Xiaohua, "Don't move around, I will accidentally hurt you."

Wang Xiaohua felt a chill in her heart, but she still said truthfully: "Her condition doesn't seem to be very good. I saw that there was a wound in her eyes and heard that her husband often beat her."

"My wife is for pain, not for slaughter." An Youpeng's brows frowned. The look he frowned, with a faint elegance and sadness, and a charm that enchants all living beings.

"Do you feel sorry?" Wang Xiaohua forced her mouth and said deliberately. She actually wanted to test what An Youpeng thought.

An Youpeng didn't say anything, but quietly helped Wang Xiaohua rub his eyes with ice. After a while, he took his hand off, then took a tissue and handed it to Wang Xiaohua, and told her, "Wipe clean the water next to your eyes, don't touch your eyes, there will be bacteria. I'll get rid of the ice." He got up and went to the bathroom.

Not long after, he turned back, his face was full of elegance and said to Wang Xiaohua with a smile: "Let's have breakfast."

After Wang Xiaohua went to wash, she sat at the dining table. An Youpeng carefully peeled the eggs for him, picked out the egg whites and said to her: "I heard that girls are afraid of gaining weight, so they don't like to eat egg whites in the morning."

"You know again, you know so much, you really know girls." Wang Xiaohua sniffed, and it can be seen that she was a little jealous.

An Youpeng stared at her calmly, his face calmly, and he slowly said, "I have nothing to do with Zhu Xinrong."

A cramped heart was in pain, and Wang Xiaohua covered her chest with her hands and said, "Is that true?" She pretended to be generous, obviously looking disbelief.

An Youpeng stared at her with great interest. After a while, he suddenly started to laugh, with a different meaning in his smile: "Are you angry?"

"How could it be? Why am I angry?" Wang Xiaohua was anxious, wishing she could know the whole story immediately, but she was embarrassed to admit it, so she had to talk to him.

An Youpeng grabbed her fair and smooth hand, held her smile, and became a little serious and serious. He said slowly: "Actually, I was sorry for Zhu Xinrong first, and she was sorry for me later. In order to avoid you having a random thought, I decided to tell you what happened."

Wang Xiaohua's heart tightened, put the snow-white egg white back on the plate, stared at An Youpeng's handsome face, and listened to him telling the story of that year.

His voice sounded a little bitter, but he did not regret: "Zhu Xinrong and I met in school. We have known each other for many years. We have always been just friends. She usually likes to get close to me, but we did not have a deep relationship. Until the seventh year we met, my girlfriend left me. I was greatly hit at that time. She came to comfort me and take care of me. I mistakenly regarded these as love and proposed to her."

When he heard this, Wang Xiaohua bit her lip and felt mixed feelings. She felt very uncomfortable, but she did not interrupt him, but let him continue.

"She was ecstatic when she saw me propose to her and agreed immediately. But on the day of her marriage, she did not show up. I took my friend to her house. I had the key to her house. When I opened the door, I found that she was lying on the double bed with a man." Speaking of this, An Youpeng was immersed in the past. He looked a little decadent, but he didn't feel much sad.

Wang Xiaohua asked in surprise: "What's going on?"

An Youpeng smiled bitterly and continued to talk: "It turns out that Zhu Xinrong likes me, but she dislikes my poor family background. She has been stepping on two boats and dating a rich child. The night before we got married, she was going to say goodbye to the rich child, but the two of them got drunk and all died of drunkenness until they were still sleeping the next day, and my friend and I saw that scene."

After hearing this, Wang Xiaohua rubbed her hands and didn't know how to comfort her. After a long time, she looked at An Youpeng and said sincerely: "Those are things in the past, you must let go of your arms."

An Youpeng stretched out his hand, stroked her long hair, and said softly: "This incident did not cause much damage to me, but made me more awake. Zhu Xinrong was indeed very wrong, but I might not be completely right. When I was with her, I had no feelings at all. I was just a blow and wanted to find a life-saving straw. It was the right choice for us to not be together in the end."
Chapter completed!