C405 Subconsciously Scared

Qiao Xinyou had been guarding Yan Yilang for a few days.

In just a few days, she had completely experienced Yan Yilang's feelings at that time. She had been waiting for someone who showed no signs of waking up. She had been looking forward to it at all times.

However, this person was stubbornly "sleeping" and would not give you a reply.

"Ms Xinyou." Shen Shiyan walked into Yan Yilang's room and saw Qiao Xinyou lying on the bed, looking at Yan Yilang.

"Auntie."

"Come out for a while."

"What's wrong? I want to stay by Yilang's side." Qiao Xinyou was scared. She thought Shen Shiyan wanted her to leave Yan family and Yan Yilang.

She grabbed Yan Yilang's hand as if Yan Yilang would wake up and hold her, not letting her go.

"Don't worry. I'm just talking for a while." Shen Shiyan's eyes were gentle, which gave Qiao Xinyou more or less a sense of security.

God knows, she had already completely lost her sense of security. She was suppressed by many things and suddenly suppressed in her heart. She simply did not have the chance to catch her breath.

"Okay, I will come out immediately." Then, she turned around and said to the "sleeping" Yan Yilang, "Yilang, I will go away for a while."

Shen Shiyan looked at him from afar and felt sour in her heart.

It was Qiao Xinyou, this woman, who caused her son to become like this. But if this woman loved her son the most.

Conflicts could not be integrated. Even if one hated or did not hate, it could not be completely differentiated.

Qiao Xinyou followed Shen Shiyan to the study room.

She could not hear any sounds from outside the door.

Shen Shiyan opened the door and said to Qiao Xinyou, "Go in."

Qiao Xinyou looked at Shen Shiyan doubtfully and still walked in.

The study of Yan family was very elegant. There were ink paintings and a word on the wall. The words "Good as Water" were written on the wall. The strokes were vigorous and forceful like a dragon or a snake. The bookshelf was filled with a lot of books. Many foreign and domestic literature books filled the entire study with the scent of books.

The owner of the study should be a very elegant person. Qiao Xinyou thought so, but it definitely would not be Yan Yilang's study. Yan Yilang was not a person who could read peacefully.

This was Yan Fusheng's study room.

Qiao Xinyou saw Yan Fusheng sitting on the sofa and wanted to erase the word "elegant" from her mind. Yan Fusheng was the person who framed her father into prison. How could it be associated with the word "elegant"?

The word "sanctimonious" was more like a description.

Actually, Qiao Xinyou had always remembered Yan Fusheng because this man often came to her home when she was very young. She had always thought that this so-called "Uncle Yan" was a very good person. In the end, she only slapped herself.

At that time, this handsome Uncle Yan often came over to bring some delicious, fun Barbie dolls that girls liked.

Qiao Xinyou vaguely remembered that Uncle Yan once again brought a little boy over. He was the same age as her but for some reason, she remembered that she cried very hard and then the little boy disappeared.

Qiao Xinyou had always wanted to know, was that little boy Yan Yilang?

It was just that her memory was too long, and she had long forgotten the little boy's appearance.

Some memories that time would always bring away were like the water in the palm of one's hand. No matter how tightly one held onto it, in the end, it would still flow away little by little. This was not false at all.

Yan Fusheng also saw Qiao Xinyou standing at the door.

A smile appeared on his face, a gentle and kind smile.

Qiao Xinyou, on the other hand, felt a chill when she saw it. That was an illusion. This man was vicious, she thought.

"Xinyou." Yan Fusheng called her Xinyou, just like how he had called her Xinyou when he was young.

Qiao Xinyou stood there blankly. "Uncle Yan." She could not call him "uncle." She also could not call him uncle.

"Come over and take a seat." Yan Fusheng said.

Qiao Xinyou finally lifted her foot and sat opposite of Yan Fusheng.

She still maintained a reserved state.

"Is there something you need?" Qiao Xinyou asked.

"Xinyou, I really feel sorry for you and your sister." Yan Fusheng saw that the hatred in Qiao Xinyou's eyes was starting to disappear. He paused. He said in a guilty tone, "I am very sorry, although this' sorry 'came late. But I hope you can forgive me. At that time, my father and I were indeed good friends. However, when friends go to the mall, they all change. I didn't think that your father would... " Yan Fusheng did not continue to say the word" suicide. "

"Enough. Sorry, is it useful? My father is already dead." Qiao Xinyou said angrily.

Her eyes were burning with hatred as she looked at Yan Fusheng.

"I, I can turn myself in. As long as you can help my son wake up."

After hesitating for a while, Yan Fusheng finally said.

Turning himself in meant that he would still have to go to jail after fleeing for half his life.

But this was also the last option, because his son was still unconscious in bed, because his son deeply liked this woman.

If turning himself in could save everything, then he was willing.

All these years, his guilt had not stopped.

"Yilang is still unconscious. Can I make you turn yourself in at this time?" Qiao Xinyou's voice choked. Her thumb was holding her index finger.

Qiao Xinyou continued, "Even if you don't say it, I want Yilang to wake up more than anyone else."

She stood up and left the study.

With the sound of the door closing, the study suddenly became quiet. Yan Fusheng sat quietly. He thought that this was how people did things for the sake of benefits. But karma was a cycle, and a cause was planted. There would be retribution.

In the end, Yilang and Qiao Xinyou could not escape fate.

Yan Fusheng suddenly remembered the first time he brought Yan Yilang to the Qiao family. At that time, the two families were very good and he often went to visit the Qiao family. He still remembered Qiao Xinyou's cute face with baby fat.

Yan Yilang had never liked to smile since he was young and had no friends. He always gave people the impression that he was young and mature. Yan Fusheng felt that Qiao Xinyou, this little girl, was quite lively and cheerful. She liked to laugh. She was also very cute and pretty. Perhaps Yan Yilang could play with Qiao Xinyou. He smiled more and removed the mature smell from his body. He had the childishness that a child should have.

However, he did not expect that in less than two minutes, Yan Yilang would make Qiao Xinyou cry.

Yan Fusheng did not know what was going on either. From now on, everything had changed greatly. He also began to prepare for a commercial counterattack, but he did not bring Yan Yilang there anymore.

In the few years after that, Yan Yilang would sometimes mutter about having a crying stinky girl. He guessed that it was Qiao Xinyou.

It was probably time that took away his memory. Yan Yilang never mentioned Qiao Xinyou again.

Everything should have come to an end. He just walked around and returned to the starting point.

Qiao Xinyou returned to Yan Yilang's room again. She guarded him and watched this man gradually overlap the blurry image of the little boy from before.

"Maybe we have met before." Qiao Xinyou said softly, "Yan Yilang, wake up. Tell me, was the boy that made me cry back then you?"