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Chapter Eighty-Five

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    The doctor came quickly, the door of the bedroom was opened and closed, and the lights and candles were flickered by people passing by.

    Mrs. Yang, a woman who had lived in a deep house for a long time, finally realized the seriousness of the situation, and stayed by Yang Jian's side with red eyes.  Even though the room was partitioned by a screen, it was still inconvenient for Wen Qian to go in. She hesitated for a while, and finally sat on the corner of the outside room.

    He really didn't expect that the fire would burn on the Yang family. Hearing Lou Yan's tone earlier, Wen Qian thought that he could take into account his situation and restrain himself. Now that he is doing this, is he planning to let go of his friendship for many years?  ?

    Yang Jian has been the chief minister of the cabinet for so long and has been safe and sound, but now he says that he will be dismissed as soon as he is dismissed. The fate of the Peng family is still on the street next door, and the white silk in front of the door has not been picked yet.

    When I thought about implicating this family, I felt that the slap last time was a light one.

    She kept tightening her five fingers, her knuckles turned slightly white, and finally slammed her palm on the table, stood up and strode out the door.

    There is an invisible oppression in the night, and it hits you head-on.

    Yang Jin was standing by the wall with arms folded, almost seeing her coming out, raised his head and asked, "Where are you going?"

    Wen Qian stood still in the courtyard, glanced sideways: "Not going anywhere."

    His complexion was very ugly, his voice was hoarse and tired after running around for a day, and there was a hint of annoyance. He stepped forward and grabbed her arm: "Now that things are going on, you still want to find him?"

    Now that it has been revealed, Wen Qian did not argue, and said stubbornly: "I want to ask him to understand."

    "He is no longer the Lou Yan from before, and he won't listen to your persuasion now, have you forgotten the loss he suffered last time?!"

    The pain in the depths of the nerve was like a needle prick, Wen Qian tried to pull away his hand, "This is my family's business, don't worry about it!"

    Yang Jin abruptly dragged her to him, "Say it again, whose business is it?"

    She became angry immediately, and struggled out, "What if I say it again?! Yang Jin, I haven't married you yet, so do I need you to tell me where I'm going?"

    She pushed her hand on his chest, although the strength was not strong, Yang Jin unexpectedly took a step back.

    Wen Qian turned her head and stopped looking at him, and went straight out through the corner door.

    She walked so decisively that the purple skirt almost flashed in her sight.  Yang Jin was stunned on the spot for a while, and only when he regained his senses did he remember to chase outside.

    The long street in the middle of the night is a bit deserted, the dim lights are shining in the scattered shops, and there are few pedestrians along the way.

    When Wen Qian came out of the Yang Mansion, she didn't go to the Taiqing Palace to search for the building inkstone. She walked aimlessly along the street alone, going around in circles several times.

    The summer wind was gentle and soft, blowing all the bangs on her forehead behind her ears. At this moment, her mind was a little clearer.

    Wen Qian walked slowly in the evening wind blowing in front of her, thinking desolately: Did I go crazy just now?

    It was the Yang family who suffered, and his father was the one who fell ill. He was in turmoil all day, and he didn't even have time to rest. At this time, she quarreled with him

    During this period of time, it seems that everyone is holding their breath. Every day, there are open and secret fights, and there are swords and swords every day.

    Wen Qian stood still, raised her head and looked at the bright stars in the sky, only felt that the air around her became so heavy, and the overwhelmed moisture hit the corners of her eyes and brows, as if a heavy rain would come in an instant.

    The chaotic night and the chaotic thoughts are intertwined into a mess, and there is nowhere to converge the thousands of threads.

    After taking a deep breath, she suddenly turned around and walked back quickly.

    The lights in the Yang Mansion were still on.

    Before Wen Qian got close, he saw the person sitting in front of the corner door from a distance.

    Yang Jin folded his hands in front of his knees, his knuckle fingers were pinched tightly, and his head was buried low, unable to see his expression clearly.

    Wen Qian unconsciously slowed down, adjusted her breathing, and walked over very lightly.

    Xu heard the sound, and when she had only walked a short distance, Yang Jin suddenly raised his head, those tired eyes were obviously bloodshot and clear and shallow.

    When he looked at her, Wen Qian was in a trance for a moment, felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, and then ran towards him.

    At that time, Yang Jin had just got up, and she was hugged by her halfway.

    His lips parted, and he didn't seem to know what to say, but he didn't make a sound.

    Wen Qian tiptoed against his ear, and said sorry in a low voice.

    "I didn't mean it just now Did I hurt you?"

    Yang??It's like being a princess and deserving of all the best in the world.  It's right to be willful, and it's right to lose your temper. Even if she goes to heaven, he takes it for granted.  "

    "As long as he is still alive, he can pamper her for the rest of his life."

    The scorching morning light penetrated through the gaps in the bamboo curtains, straight as a sharp arrow, Lou Yan lightly put his hands on the window sill, his eyes were slightly cold, "Unfortunately, one day, something happened."

    "They had to run around and grit their teeth to survive in an unfamiliar environment. But the princess, who had been protected by the two boys all along, stood in front of them, sheltering them from the wind and rain, standing upright."

    At that time, when Wen Qian first entered the music workshop, Lou Yan already knew what it was.

    Although he objected and made a big fuss, it still didn't help, because the reality was in front of him-they were short of money.

    Letting her dance to support himself is the thing he blames the most in his life.

    Lou Yan closed her eyes for a long time, and when she turned around, her brows and eyes were still warm and warm, "Sorry, I said something off topic."

    He returned to the original place and sat down, "Master Yang, I know what you are here to ask."

    Lou Yan smiled: "Now, we can start talking." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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