Her emotions when she is not noisy or noisy, Tang Jingyun seems to be more difficult to control.

If he could, he would have liked her to make a big fuss, to throw a tantrum at him, and to hope that there would be a little calm after the storm.

But now, no matter what he said, she always looked calm and unwavering, and he couldn't guess what she was thinking in her heart.

Finally, he let go.

Song Tiantian was relieved and walked forward by herself, she didn't know where she was going, but at this moment, she just wanted to be clean.

There were some people she didn't want to face.

Tang Jingyun was helpless with her.

He had expected such a result many times, and when he faced it now, he didn't feel strange, but he felt a little overwhelmed.

During the days that Song Tiantian was with him, he was always eaten to death, but Tang Jingyun knew that if she was stubborn, she would fall into it headlong, and ten cows would not be able to pull it back.

He turned back into the living room and picked up his car keys.

"Jing Yun, what's going on?" When the old man saw him come in, he stood up excitedly and questioned him.

He didn't have time to explain, didn't leave a word, and strode out of the hall.

When he drove out, Song had not gone far.

The night is very cold, the moonlight is cold, and her thin figure is even more lonely under the elongation of the street lamp.

"Get in the car." Tang Jingyun drove the car to her side and reminded her.

I thought that Song Tiantian would be scared for a while, but who knows, she didn't say anything, opened the car door and sat down, and it was his co-pilot.

She was so eloquent that she suddenly caught him off guard.

His heart seemed to be a little more relaxed.

It's just that this comfort didn't last long.

After returning to Dijing Villa, she went straight to her room, where she dragged a suitcase out of nowhere and began to pack her clothes in the cloakroom.

"Where are you going?"

Tang Jingyun stood behind her, watching her methodically busy, frowning slightly.

"I want to move out." Her tone was flat, not a negotiating tone, but an unusually affirmative tone.

She was squatting on the ground, folding her clothes, Tang Jingyun grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from the ground.

"You won't forgive me, will you?" An imperceptible pain flashed in his eyes.

Forgive?

Her heart doesn't seem to be so broad, not so arbitrary, free and easy, and can forgive all this.

"You let me think about it." She pulled her wrist out of his hand and continued to clean up.

She didn't have much to take with her, and when she first moved here, she didn't bring anything, just a few clothes, and everything else he gave her.

The suitcase was fluttering, but her heart was extremely heavy.

She dragged her suitcase downstairs, and Steward Chen was unbelievable when she saw this.

"Young lady, it's so late, where are you going?"

"Go home." Song Tian replied indifferently.

"Home? What are you kidding? Isn't this your home? ”

This...... Is that her home?

Song tilted his eyes and looked around unconsciously.

The furnishings that are already familiar and the people who have become closer and closer do have a bit of a taste of home, but suddenly, she is very hypocritical and doesn't want to admit it.

She dragged her suitcase and left here in a hurry, ignoring Steward Chen's obstruction.

Tang Jingyun stood upstairs, looking at her back as she left, feeling a kind of frustrated powerlessness in her heart.

You want to hold the quicksand tightly in your hand, you desperately hold it, trying to keep it, but in the end, you can only watch it slip through your fingers.