He immediately put down the knife, and he immediately rinsed the wound with water. Fortunately, the wound was not too deep, Bai Yanqian walked in and immediately stepped forward when she saw that his finger was injured.

"What's wrong?"

An Sheng smiled and shook his head to indicate that it was okay, and Bai Yanqian frowned slightly. She forcibly took An Sheng's hand to the living room, and she went under the TV cabinet to take out the medicine box.

"It's just a small wound that doesn't need to be applied."

Bai Yanqian didn't listen to him, she raised her head and looked at An Sheng who was sitting on the sofa.

"What is this injury, you don't cut a vegetable carefully, but fortunately it's not deep."

Ansheng looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and he stood up to leave.

"It's not too early, so I'll go first. The meal is ready, you wait to eat. ”

As soon as he turned around, he was hugged by Bai Yanqian, and her head rested gently on his back. Her tears rolled down her cheeks, and her hand around him tightened a little.

"Can you stay, I'm really scared."

"There's still food, you haven't eaten yet."

An Sheng's hand rested lightly on hers, and when she thought he would stay, An Sheng slowly pulled her fingers away. He didn't say anything or linger too much, and left.

Bai Yanqian looked at the back of him leaving and couldn't help crying. Ansheng drove back to his home, and when he opened the door, he smelled the smell of alcohol in the house.

He turned on the light, looked at the mess in the living room, and frowned slightly. When he walked in, he saw Orange lying on the side of the sofa, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and there were many empty bottles around him.

He stepped forward and snatched the bottle from her hand, and he looked at the drunken orange with an angry expression.

"What are you doing now?"

Orange looked at him with drunken eyes, and she kept giggling. An Sheng squatted down and was about to help the orange up, but as soon as he touched her arm, she immediately pushed him away and slapped him hard.

She stood up with her feet on the ground, and she was a little unsteady because she had drunk a lot of alcohol. Her hand trembled and pointed at An Sheng who was standing in front of her, and her tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Where have you been so late?"

"Are you going to see your ex-girlfriend?"

Before she could finish speaking, her waist was wrapped in a pair of large hands, and her lips were kissed by something wet. She struck with her hands desperately, but to no avail.

She gradually lost her strength, and her hand slowly stopped. She cried loudly in his arms, and Ansheng's hand came to her head and stroked it gently.

"Fool, don't think nonsense, the only person I like is you."

He kept comforting her, her crying gradually became quieter, and she kept sobbing.

"You lie, if you really like me, how can you hide it from me and go out to find your ex-girlfriend."

"If you still can't rest assured that she is coming back so late, you can tell me that you don't need to hide it from me."

"I... I can do your good, I can quit. ”

After saying that, he began to cry again, and An Sheng bit his lip lightly. He picked up the orange horizontally and walked into the bedroom. He laid the orange on the bed and covered her with the quilt.

He looked at the orange with his eyes closed with tears in his eyes, and he sighed softly. He crouched on the edge of the bed, his fingers gently ruffling the shredded hair on her forehead.

"Fool, I have nothing to do with her, you can sleep well now, and I'll explain to you when you wake up, okay?"

Maybe she listened to what he said, and she stopped making trouble. She slowly entered the dream fragrance, and An Sheng held her hand tightly and looked at her.

The next day...

An Sheng was busy in the kitchen early in the morning, and when Orange woke up, her head still hurt a little, and she gently covered her head with her hands and sat up. She bit her lip and spoke softly.

"Hey, my head hurts."

She lifted the covers and was about to get up, when the door opened. She looked up at An Sheng, who was standing outside the door at this time with a bowl in his hand, and her low mood swept over again.

She sat on the edge of the bed with her eyes down, staring at the floor and not speaking. An Sheng walked up to her and placed the freshly boiled decanting soup on the bedside table.

"I've just boiled it, drink it while it's hot, and sober up."

Orange ignored him and continued to stare at the floor, and Ansheng crouched down, his hand on her cheek and caressing it gently.

"Girl, don't make a fuss, okay?"

Orange slowly raised her head when she heard this, and looked at him blankly. The corners of Orange's mouth were slightly hooked, and he looked at An Sheng as if he was mocking. Her silent ridicule was like a cut in his heart.

"Me and her are not what you think, she's sick..."

Orange chuckled when she heard this, and she tilted her head and looked at An Sheng in front of her with empty eyes. She lifted her hand, and it gently touched his cheek.

"She... Sick? ”

"She's sick, can't her boyfriend take care of her, why should you take care of her! Don't you think your reason is a bit funny?! ”

She stroked the hand on his cheek and slowly retracted it, and as she stood up to leave, Ansheng took her hand.

"She had severe depression and now she's broken up with her boyfriend. Originally..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Orange shook his hand away. She turned to face Ansheng, her hands around her chest and her lower lip. She tilted her head to look at Ansheng, who was a shoulder taller than her.

"Depression? Her boyfriend doesn't care about her family, and you, as her ex-boyfriend, go up to the pole to help her. You're sneaking around from me, what the hell are you doing with me?! ”

An Sheng stretched out his hand to pull her, but finally took it back, and the tears in his eyes kept rolling in his sockets.

"I... It's really nothing with her, and I only met her in the past few days. Do you know what it's like to see someone who is supposed to be good in front of you, and you can choose to turn a blind eye to me. ”

"It doesn't matter if she's dead or alive, but if she really did that, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life, after all, it was in front of me and I didn't care. If it were you, would you help her? ”

Orange nodded softly at this, and she walked up to him and looked up at him.

"That's not an excuse for you not to tell me in the first place."

"Yes, if it were me, I would have done the same as you, but I would have told you as soon as possible, rather than hiding it until now until the East Window incident."

Orange looked at Ansheng, and she seemed to use all her strength to say these words. An Sheng hugged her in his arms, and his head lightly rested on her head.

"I'm sorry..."

"I shouldn't have told you the situation in the first place, I'm sorry..."

He let go of the orange and gently stroked her cheek. His thumb gently wiped the tears from the corners of her cheeks, and Orange stared at him with tears in her eyes.

At this time, Bai Yanqian threw away the meal prepared by An Sheng after An Sheng left. She looked at the food in the trash can, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked.

She left the kitchen to change into her shoes and went out, the cold wind blowing gently on her face, and she wrapped her clothes tightly. She walked aimlessly down the road when a car pulled up in front of her.

The light was so dazzling that she stretched out her fingers to block out the light. But after a while, the car stopped beside her, and she frowned at the car.

She was about to get around the car when the occupants stepped down. Due to the lighting, Bai Yanqian didn't have time to see the person's appearance clearly.

What she saw with her eyes slightly was her ex-husband Cheng Yujie, and when she immediately turned around and wanted to go back, she was grabbed by the arm.

"Where are you going to flee?"

His cold tone came into Bai Yanqian's ears, Bai Yanqian looked up at him with a frightened expression, and the person couldn't help frowning when he saw her.

"Why are you so scared of me?"

Bai Yanqian didn't answer his words but just looked at him blankly, he looked at her and felt a little panicked inexplicably, and he sighed softly.

"How are you doing, is your new boyfriend doing well to you?"

Finally Bai Yanqian reacted, and her eyes gradually drooped. She clenched her hands into fists and looked up at her, looking a little stubborn.

"I'm doing well, he's... He was also very good to me. ”

"We're having a great time now..."

After speaking, her head tilted to the other side and didn't dare to look at him, at this time, Cheng Yujie reached out and pinched her chin, and gently turned her head to face him.

"Since it's as good as you say, why don't you dare look me in the eye?!"

"Bai Yanqian, don't deceive yourself, you're not doing well at all, right?"

Bai Yanqian reached out and shook off his hand on her chin, she looked at him with an angry face, as if someone had pierced her mask, her eyes were full of anger and fear.

"Yes, I've been kidding myself. I kept thinking about him because it wasn't mine, and in the end I didn't get anything. ”

"I put down and prepared to live the next part of my life, obviously I was about to get married, but I was diagnosed with a terminal illness and now I can't get married, he... Left me. ”

"Now guess what disease I have?"

She looked at him with a look of surprise, and Cheng Yujie bit his lip at this time. There was a flash of sadness in her eyes, but Bai Yanqian was carried away by anger and didn't notice it at all, and her angry eyes became a little sad.

"Depression..."

"You say, did I do too many bad things before, and God came to take revenge on me, huh?"

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and grabbed Cheng Yujie's collar tightly, her head slowly approaching his cheek, and they were so close that they could hear each other's breathing very clearly.