After he left, the curly-haired man's eyes were full of hatred!
The people around him came to him and asked, "Brother, what should we do now? Are we going to cause trouble for him later?"
The curly-haired man turned to glare at him and asked, "Don't you want to avenge your eldest brother?"
The man's face was complicated and he said: "Of course we want to, but you have also seen that that guy is not a normal person at all. There are so many of us with so many knives that we can't beat him, and he just said,
He’s not even afraid of a gun, what else can we do?”
The curly-haired man frowned: "Since he's too hard, let's give him a vagina. I don't believe we can't deal with him!"
"But what if he finds out?" The younger brother asked fearfully later.
The curly-haired man turned to glare at him: "If you're scared, get out of here now!"
When the little brother heard this, he had to shut up and stop talking.
Later in the evening, Xiao Fan returned home.
Originally, he thought that Zhao Yiru should be resting at home at this time, but he did not see her figure and the whole house was empty.
"What's going on? Where is she?" Xiao Fan was a little confused.
He took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhao Yiru's number.
"Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment. Please call again later."
Xiao Fan frowned slightly when he heard this voice, what's going on? Why can't he get through?
He tried calling again, but still got the same tone.
His face darkened. Could it be that the group came and took her away while he was not at home?
After thinking about it for a while, he decided to go out and look for it.
Not long after, he arrived at the door of Zhao Yiru's house.
Bang bang bang! He knocked on the door.
Soon, Zhao Yiru's voice came from inside: "Who?"
Hearing this voice, Xiao Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, she just came back and was not captured by those people.
He said at the door: "It's me, Xiao Fan."
Zhao Yiru in the room was stunned when he heard this.
After hesitating for a moment, she said: "If you have nothing to do, go back. I want to rest."
Xiao Fan: "Why don't you answer the phone?"
Zhao Yiru said: "There is something wrong with my phone."
"Then open the door, I have something to tell you." Xiao Fan said.
Zhao Yiru: "If you have anything to say, just say it so you can be heard."
When Xiao Fan heard this, he knew that she no longer wanted to have anything to do with him.
There was a complicated feeling in his heart.
Even though I have experienced so many things, I still feel a little uncomfortable at times like this.
"I don't think I'm sorry for you in any way. Isn't it a bit unfair for you to treat me like this?"
When Zhao Yiru heard this, his heart felt as if he was struck by a stone.
How could she not know that this was an unfair thing to Xiao Fan.
But she really can't accept herself like this...
"I'm sorry..." she said through the door.
Xiao Fan swallowed hard when he heard a trace of her voice.
He stood at the door and said, "If you really feel sorry for me, then open the door and let's talk it over face to face if you have anything to say."
Zhao Yiru did not answer him again.
Xiao Fan stood outside the door.
After a while, he heard a low sob coming from inside.
Hearing this voice, Xiao Fan frowned slightly: "What's wrong with you? Are you crying?"
Zhao Yiru said with a tearful tone: "I really like you, but I really can't do this. I can't be sorry to Wen Xin."
Xiao Fan sighed helplessly: "Stop crying, please open the door first? Let's talk about it when we meet."
But Zhao Yiru never came to open the door.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Fan said: "If you don't come to open the door, then I will have to go in by myself."
After waiting for nearly ten seconds, no one opened the door.
Listening to Zhao Yiru's sobbing voice, Xiao Fan directly put his hand on the door lock and pushed hard!
Bang! There was a snapping sound from the door lock.
The door opened, Xiao Fan opened it and saw Zhao Yiru sitting on the ground holding his legs and sobbing.
He closed the door and came to her.
He squatted in front of her, touched her head and said, "Silly girl, didn't we agree to be together? How could you leave me alone?"
Zhao Yiru lowered his head and sobbed.
Xiao Fan saw this and hugged her gently.
He said in her ear: "Stop crying. If you cry again, you will turn into a little cat."
Zhao Yiru couldn't help but hug him.
At this moment, Zhao Yiru's only support for Han Jue was that he was the only one left.
There used to be a grandpa, but now he is gone.
"I'm sorry... I really don't want to lose you." Zhao Yiru hugged him and said.
Xiao Fan hugged her, as if he was holding the former Ye Qingxue.
Everything seems to be back to the beginning...
After Zhao Yiru hugged Xiao Fan and cried for a few minutes, Xiao Fan hugged her and came to the sofa.
Zhao Yiru lowered his head and said: "Now I feel like I am someone else's mistress, and she is also my best sister, so I..."
Xiao Fan: "You can't think like that. Ye Wenxin and I are just ordinary friends. Although she likes me, I don't mean anything to her. You and I are in love. This does not violate any ethics. Do you understand?
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Zhao Yiru: "I understand all this, but...I always feel that I stole the person she likes, and I can't forgive myself."
Xiao Fan: "You haven't done anything wrong, and you don't need forgiveness. Don't put so much pressure on yourself. Do you understand?"
Zhao Yiru looked up at him: "Did I really not do anything wrong?"
Xiao Fan: "No."
"But how will I face Wen Xin in the future?" Zhao Yiru asked.
Xiao Fan said with a smile: "It's very simple. You just need to find a way to find a man who is better than me and introduce it to her later."
"Is this... possible?" Zhao Yiru was a little doubtful.
Xiao Fan: "Of course. If you don't have any, I can help you find a few."
Zhao Yiru thought for a moment and said, "Well, that seems to be the only way to go."
Xiao Fan smiled and helped her wipe the tears on her face: "Look at you, you've cried like a little cat. If you go out now, people who don't know will think I did something to you."
Zhao Yiru looked at this gentle man in front of her, and she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.
"You...don't blame me?" Zhao Yiru looked at him and asked.
Xiao Fan was confused: "Why do you blame me?"
Zhao Yiru: "It's my fault for leaving without saying goodbye and deliberately not answering your call."
Xiao Fan smiled and scratched her nose: "You little fool, how could I blame you?"
Zhao Yiru stared at him, suddenly held his face, and kissed him lovingly...