"Let's go Yanyan, I'll take you home, don't cry! At least you still have me!"

Lin Zefeng wiped her tears and regarded her sorrow as his own sadness.

I really want to say to her, don't be sad, even if people all over the world abandon her, she still has him.

Even if people all over the world don't love her, he still loves her.

But he knew that this was not the time to say these words.

Yang Ruoyan lay in Lin Zefeng's arms, sobbing and choking, just not letting herself cry. She was extremely tolerant, enduring her fragility and hiding sadness.

But the expression on her face exposed the pain all over her body.

"Cousin, why, why, why do I love him so much, but he hurts me again and again? Why..."

She kept talking to herself, repeating questions constantly, and looking at the green light on the operating room door with blurred eyes.

Suddenly, a lightning flashed in my mind, and the shadow of a photo appeared.

It was here that she once slapped Zhao Wanqing in the face.

There were many people present at that time, and Lin Zefeng was also present...

"Yanyan, don't be sad, I..."

"Cousin, wait."

Lin Zefeng was still trying to comfort Yang Ruoyan, but she suddenly stopped choking, narrowed her eyes and pushed open his arms.

A look of confusion appeared in his eyes, and he leaned slightly to his head as if he was thinking about something.

Lin Zefeng looked at her strange expression and became more anxious. He touched her head and asked heartbrokenly:

"Yanyan should not do this, I know you are sad, but everything will pass, you..."

"Cousin, don't talk, stand there."

Yang Ruoyan sniffed and pointed to the ground not far away. Her attitude suddenly changed by 360 degrees. Inadvertently, she seemed to have discovered something that was even more unacceptable, and her expression became even more serious.

Lin Zefeng stood up as she was inexplicably, worried, afraid that it would stimulate her again.

Yang Ruoyan wiped his tears, his expression became even more painful, and he slowly walked to the direction where he was hitting Zhao Wanqing and looked back at Lin Zefeng.

At that time, the one standing beside him seemed to be...

"Haha, that's the case. God, do you really want to kill me? "

She shook her head in disbelief, turned her head and sneered with a trembling whole body.

Looking at her increasingly outrageous expression, Lin Zefeng, who could not tell what was going on, was almost made into neurotic by Yang Ruoyan.

He didn't care. If he didn't take her away from here, he was really afraid that she would go crazy.

"Yanyan, don't do this. I will be very sad if you do this. I would rather cry than cry, rather you roar and go crazy and beat Yibo, than see you like this now.

Do you know how scary you are now? Can you stop doing this?"

Lin Zefeng held her shoulders. Even though he was a dignified man, he was scared by Yang Ruoyan's expression that changed every second.

Yang Ruoyan stroked his forehead, closed his eyes, and said weakly:

"Cousin, don't worry, I'm fine, really, I won't have anything to do anymore. I just didn't expect so many people to have something to happen to me."

Lin Zefeng became more confused as he listened, and asked in confusion:

"Yanyan, what are you...what are you talking about?"

"Can I borrow my phone? My phone is out of power, I just want to know a fact."
Chapter completed!