C62 What Do You Mean

Yan Yilang went upstairs to get some information. Qiao Xinyou was sitting on the sofa with her hands on her forehead and elbows on her knees.

A lot of things were spinning in her head. Wai Wei's sudden words, Yan Yilang's anger, Gao Yang's laughter, and Lu Weiwei's last words.

It was like a pot of chaotic porridge. She could not distinguish anything. Her intuition told her that Yan Yilang was determined to hate her. He was torturing her and even allied with others to torture her.

Suddenly, her phone rang. She opened it and saw that it was Gao Yang. He was the only one who comforted her and helped her.

"Hello, Yang."

She ran over and squatted on the ground. She looked at the broken phone and picked it up. She even dreamed that it might be repaired.

"I'll compensate you. I'll compensate you with a good one."

Seeing her so sad, Yan Yilang also felt that he seemed to have overdone it. However, Qiao Xinyou, who had been thinking of contacting Gao Yang, was really too infuriating.

"Yes, you are the only one who has money. So, if you want to fall, you can fall. If you want to compensate, you can compensate. You can do whatever you want. Yan Yilang, do you think that everyone can live like you?"

"What do you mean?" Yan Yilang frowned. If he lived like this, how could he live like this?" Live like me? He was personally sent to prison by the woman he liked. Qiao Xinyou, am I living very well? "

Qiao Xinyou, why are you angry with me? Isn't it good to be obedient?

I am bullying you, but you have also unknowingly tortured me.

Qiao Xinyou was speechless.

The air was filled with the atmosphere of quarreling and struggle.

"I'm going back. I'm taking a leave of absence today."

She threw the broken phone in her hand onto the ground, turned around, and walked out of the door dejectedly.

Yan Yilang, as expected, we can't be like before. We can only be enemies.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Yan Yilang hurried to step in front of the door when he saw her.

In his eyes, Qiao Xinyou had always been optimistic and strong. What was there to be so lonely about? He had only broken a phone, and it was just to disturb her and Gao Yang's conversation.

Was Gao Yang that important?

He grabbed Qiao Xinyou's arm and pulled her onto the sofa.

Qiao Xinyou suddenly fell onto the sofa. Yan Yilang's eyes instinctively made her feel danger.

Sure enough, Yan Yilang took off his suit jacket and stretched out his hand to loosen his tie.

Qiao Xinyou quickly retreated and stood up to escape.

She naturally knew what Yan Yilang's actions meant.

"Why are you running away? Which man are you going to run into?"

Yan Yilang immediately wrapped his arms around her slender waist and wrapped his powerful arms around Qiao Xinyou. He carried her to the sofa and ignored Qiao Xinyou's intense struggle.

"Qiao Xinyou, do you really have to make me angry like this?"

He said fiercely.

Qiao Xinyou, you little girl, must you go and find Gao Yang?

You said that friends could also develop into lovers. You said that you would fall in love with friends.

Qiao Xinyou, I will also be afraid.

I will also be angry.

"Yan Yilang, let go of me. Don't treat me like this!"

As her voice fell, it was the sound of clothes being ripped off, large areas of snow-white skin exposed in the air.

This time, Yan Yilang seemed to be completely different from the night at the bar.

He treated her the same way because he was filled with anger, but this time, they felt even more tortured.

Yan Yilang crazily rammed into her body.

She leaned against the sofa, her body swaying. She stared at the huge chandelier on the ceiling, as if the lamp was also shaking.

A drop of hot tears flowed down from the corner of her eyes.

It was unknown whether it was the sofa or her heart that had nowhere to rest.

"Yan Yilang, I hate you, I hate you. I will never forgive you for treating me like this for the rest of my life." She said in pain.

Her heart felt as if it was being tormented by countless things.

"Qiao Xinyou, how much do you know about the torture I suffered and the suffering I suffered?"

Five years of days and nights, when I was in the cold prison and missed you, where were you?

When I looked forward to you coming to see me again and again, Qiao Xinyou, where were you?

Sometimes, when I wanted to kill you with hatred, do you know how much I love you?

Qiao Xinyou, sometimes you are more ruthless than me, and you are colder than me.

Being bullied and tortured, how is it you, it is me.

Qiao Xinyou did not know how many words of hatred she had said and how many tears she had shed that night.

When Yan Yilang carried her to the bed from the sofa, she already had no strength left.

It was not until late at night when Yan Yilang fell asleep that she opened her eyes. Her heart was so uncomfortable that she could not fall asleep.

She lifted Yan Yilang's arm, but it was really tightly bound. She had to spend some effort to break free.

She put on the casual clothes that she had left behind before changing into a formal dress. She quietly got off the bed and ran back home.

When she was taking a shower under the bathroom, she could not help but cry. Qiao Xinyou, why are you crying so much today?

After crying, she looked at herself in the mirror with red and swollen eyes.

A smile appeared at the corner of Qiao Xinyou's mouth. She told herself. "Qiao Xinyou, you have to be strong. Yan Yilang has nothing to do with you. Don't be sad, don't be sad, don't be angry for him. Qiao Xinyou, you don't need love. You just need to make money. Take good care of Xinyan, take good care of this family."

Xinyan woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to go to the toilet. When she heard the sound of flowing water, she knew that Qiao Xinyou was back. When she pushed the wheelchair to the living room, Qiao Xinyou just came out of the bathroom.

"Sister, you are back?"

"Yes." Qiao Xinyou used her wet hair to cover her face, afraid that Qiao Xinyan would see her swollen eyes.

After Qiao Xinyan went to the bathroom, she saw Qiao Xinyou sitting on the sofa with a dry towel and holding a towel.

"Sister, what happened to you?" The meticulous Qiao Xinyan quickly noticed that something was wrong with Qiao Xinyou. Qiao Xinyou was really too silent. Qiao Xinyou slightly raised her head and Qiao Xinyan saw her eyes. "Sister, why are your eyes so red?"

"Uh," Qiao Xinyou smiled and said, "I don't know what went in with my eyes. It might be a bug, so I rubbed it red."

Qiao Xinyou revealed her usual happy and optimistic smile.

She silently begged in her heart, Xinyan, don't ask anymore.

Qiao Xinyan understood Qiao Xinyou so well and naturally saw that something was wrong with Qiao Xinyou, "Sister, tell me honestly, did someone bully you?"

"No, no." Qiao Xinyou's hands waved repeatedly, afraid that Qiao Xinyan would be worried, "No one bullied me."

Qiao Xinyan pushed the wheelchair closer and held Qiao Xinyou's hands, "Sister, I am really sorry to let you suffer outside alone."

"Silly sister, silly Xinyan, what are you saying? Who would dare to bully your sister? I, Qiao Xinyou, am so powerful. I can only bully others. "

Qiao Xinyou patted her chest to prove that she was really powerful.

She hoped that Qiao Xinyan could be at ease and not worry about anything.

Qiao Xinyan laughed, "I know that big sister is very powerful."

Then, she picked up the hairdryer at the side and said, "Big sister, I'll help you blow your hair."

"Okay." Qiao Xinyou smiled.

"Lower your head a little."

Qiao Xinyou obediently lowered her head.

Qiao Xinyan's hands passed through Qiao Xinyou's long hair and the hot wind from the dryer blew on her hair. At this moment Qiao Xinyou suddenly felt that love was really nothing. Relationship was the most important.

She wanted to live happily with Xinyan.

Unconsciously, Qiao Xinyou's clothes were slightly open and Qiao Xinyan saw Qiao Xinyou's red kiss mark.

She was shocked in her heart.