There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart, but in fact, if one's heart dies, one day it will turn into ashes.
Ai Jiujiu returned to the apartment, walked into the bathroom and filled himself with a jar of water. He took off his clothes and soaked in it. He lay on his back with his eyes closed, and tears fell from his eyes at some point.
She thought that she would never shed tears for Su Yan again. She had also sworn this way before. Her own oath was of no use, so how could she expect others'
Biting her lips with her white teeth, Ai Jiujiu tried hard not to cry out, and her body under the warm water couldn't stop trembling.
She was tired, so tired, so tired. Her last hope of knowing the truth about what happened that year had been shattered. It wasn't that she didn't believe Su Yan's words, but that it was hard for her to believe them.
One year... If she doesn't give birth to a son and a half for the Su family in one year, then Mr. Su will not let her be around Su Yan anymore. Since he can't escape, let the Su family intervene. She really I don't want to worry about anything anymore.
She should focus on her career and her children, Su Yan? The past is the past.
Outside the bathroom door, Su Yan stood quietly. He could feel something was wrong with Ai Jiujiu. It seemed that she not only didn't believe his words. Su Yan hesitated for two seconds and called Shi Lei. More than half an hour later, Shi Lei sent a piece of information to Su Yan.
Ai Jiujiu took a bath for more than an hour. When she came out, she saw an information bag handed over by Su Yan.
"What's this?"
"evidence!"
Ai Jiujiu threw away the towel on his hand, took it, and opened it. An expression of "Sure enough," immediately appeared on his face. Young Master Su also realized a problem at this moment - he seemed to have done something wrong again. Son.
Some things require evidence in order for others to believe them.
And some things don't require evidence. If evidence is forcibly produced, it will appear that there is no silver.
Ai Jiujiu calmly returned the things to Su Yan, took the towel and continued to wipe his hair. Su Yan wanted to say something, but for the moment he didn't know what to say or what to say. It seemed that everything he said now was useless. Three hundred taels.
Su Yan scratched his hair irritably, and Su Yan also became a little angry, but Ai Jiujiu didn't believe it, so he couldn't force others to believe it.
That night, both sides had no sleep. Su Yan thought that after he explained what happened back then, they could go back to the beginning, but now he realized that things were not what he thought at all.
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Ai Jiujiu got up early the next morning. Today was the day that Ai Fan came back from the Maldives. Although he knew that someone from the Huo family was there to pick him up, Ai Jiujiu still missed his son very much after not seeing him for a long time. Even though he had hardly slept all night, Ai Jiujiu still missed him very much. Jiujiu still got up early.
When she got up, Su Yan was changing his shoes and getting ready to go out. When he saw Ai Jiujiu, he stopped all his movements, walked over, and held Ai Jiujiu in his arms: "Give me some trust, time will tell everything. "
After saying that, Su Yan strode out. He woke up early in the morning and left such a sentence. Ai Jiujiu was a little confused. Time will tell everything? Prove what? Prove that the story he made up last night was really a story? Or does it prove that paper cannot contain fire