He knew that if she left, he would never have a chance again!

"He Jiayin is dead. He died three years ago." After He Jiayin said this, he shook off Mu Zechuan's arm and got into the car.

She said this to Mu Zechuan and herself.

At first, she believed his words and married him without hesitation. She thought he would really protect her, but she didn't expect that she would live a life worse than a slave after marriage. But she still believed him because she felt that he was not that kind of person.

, he will change for the better, he really loves her. But he ruined her family and killed her children!

She loved the wrong person, she married the wrong person, she believed in the wrong person.

If we had known today, why bother in the beginning?

Mu Zechuan watched An Jincheng's car drive away slowly, and he saw that the tears on He Jiayin's face were still wet. He felt that his heart was so painful that he lost consciousness.

The layers of scars have all been uncovered, and now they are all bloody and exposed to the air, and it is painful to breathe.

He fell to his knees and refused to get up for a long time.

The pain this time was a hundred times more painful than the pain of losing He Jiayin at first!

An Jincheng drove for a while, and He Jiayin was still crying.

She didn't say anything, but her tears couldn't stop flowing.

An Jincheng didn't dare to comfort her, but he couldn't bear to watch her cry like this, so he had to park the car on the side of the road.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped He Jiayin's tears.

"Good news..."

"Brother Jincheng, please stop talking and just let me cry for a while!" He Jiayin covered her face with her hands and cried loudly.

If you cry, your heart won't hurt so much.

She hadn't cried like this for a long, long time.

An Jincheng sighed deeply and rested He Jiayin's head on his shoulder.

He knew that he might wait his whole life and still not get He Jiayin's heart.

Her heart had been given to that bastard Mu Zechuan a long time ago, but that bastard didn't know how to cherish it and tore her heart into pieces.

That's why she feels so painful. It hurts because of love.

If there was no love, then she would not cry so sadly.

During this meeting with Mu Zechuan, He Jiayin's vitality was severely damaged, and it took several days to recover.

She refused to see anyone and hid alone at home.

When Lin Yixiang finally saw her, he felt that she had lost a lot of weight.

He felt very distressed.

"Carrie, if you can't stand it, then go back to France and I will accompany you."

He Jiayin shook his head: "I know it will hurt like this. I have known it for a long time. Revenge is a double-edged sword. If you stab him, I will feel the same pain."

"Why bother..."

"It's silly, isn't it? However, this thing is the driving force for me to live. If there is no revenge, I don't know why I am alive."

"Good news!" Lin Yixiang was afraid that He Jiayin would have such an obsession, but for three years, he has been unable to get He Jiayin to change his mind.

"You don't have to persuade me anymore." He Jiayin narrowed his eyes: "My child is dead, my father is dead, and I have nothing. But Tang Qiaoen is still alive so happily, and Mu Zechuan is still alive so well, I

Not willing to give in!"

"Okay, I won't advise you, you have to eat something." Lin Yixiang knew that she wouldn't listen to anything he said at the moment, so he poured the supplements he brought from the Lin Mansion into a bowl and handed it to her: "Revenge."

You also have to have strength.”

"Yes." He Jiayin was obedient and drank all the soup he gave him, then handed the bowl to him: "Is there anything else?"

Lin Yixiang smiled bitterly: "Yes." He served her another bowl. With her, he was really turning into a mother-in-law.

After drinking the soup, He Jiayin felt stronger and adjusted her mood.

In the past three years, she has learned a way to not think about sad things, and her mood will immediately improve, so that she can focus on other things.

"Mr. Ling and Sister Xiyan are getting married next month. What gifts are you planning to give?" She changed the subject.

"Hey, what a difficult problem. The two of them really lack everything!" Lin Yixiang frowned, with a confused look on his face.

"It's not about the preciousness, but the most important thing." He Jiayin said while drinking the soup.

"What did you give me?"

"I'm looking for it, I don't know if I can find it." He Jiayin drank another bowl in an instant, picked up a snack and ate it.

"What is so mysterious?"

"I won't tell you." He Jiayin said with a smile.

"If you tell me, I will find it for you. I am best at finding things." Lin Yixiang said confidently.

"I didn't tell you that if you found it, it would be your gift. I finally came up with this idea, so I couldn't give it to you!"

"You are so smart, no wonder you only make money in business but never lose money." Lin Yixiang said helplessly: "Well, you tell me what it is, and I will be responsible for looking for it. If I find it, I will give it to them in our name. This is both thoughtful and thoughtful.

It’s decent, what do you think of this deal?”

"I'll think about it." He Jiayin rolled his eyes shrewdly.

"Don't think about it. You've made a lot of money from this deal. Just talk a little bit and I'll do the rest of the dirty work. What a great thing!"

"Don't say it so lightly, the essence of this gift is that I just use my mouth!" He Jiayin felt that Lin Yixiang was extremely cunning. He didn't bother to think about it, but he took advantage of her.

But she didn't expect that Lin Yixiang was not too lazy to prepare a gift, but wanted to send a gift with her in both of their names.

"Okay, the essence is all in your old man's place!" Lin Yixiang raised his hands in surrender: "How about you talk a little bit?"

"This is a very long story, and I can't finish it with just a few words." He Jiayin only talked more when she was with Lin Yixiang: "It is said that there was no such person as Ling Jingxuan at that time. Mr. Ling just

Not long after we got together with Sister Xiyan, Sister Xiyan disliked Mr. Ling very much at that time. One day, Sister Xiyan painted portraits for the servants at home. Everyone was very happy, so someone asked Sister Xiyan to do the same.

Mr. Ling drew a picture. Of course, Mr. Ling really wanted the portrait drawn by Sister Xiyan himself, but he was a shameless person, so of course he refused to ask for the painting in person! One night, Sister Xiyan took advantage of Mr. Ling’s sleep.

, on a whim, she painted a small portrait of Mr. Ling with watercolors. The painting only reached 90%, and she fell asleep. As a result, the painting disappeared the next morning. Later, the servant at home told Xi

Sister Yan, that painting is in Mr. Ling's place. He has it framed in a gold frame like a treasure. He takes it out to peek at it secretly and laughs while looking at it." At this point, He Jiayin laughed.

Because she must be very happy when she thinks of the usually stern Ling Ziqi.

"How do you know this story in such detail?" Lin Yixiang asked curiously, because he had never heard of such a thing.

"Sister Xiyan told me. One time she happened to draw a portrait of me, so she mentioned it." He Jiayin smiled again: "Sister Xiyan looked very happy when she said it. It shows how much she is.

Mr. Ai Ling.”

"My cousin also has an unforgettable love for Sister Xiyan. He has not married for so many years because he wants to marry Sister Xiyan." Lin Yixiang sighed: "Haha, in order to marry my sweetheart, I secretly replaced the volunteer's sperm with my own.

Let Sister Xiyan have Xiaotuanzi, he can do such a thing! Haha!"

"Sister Xiyan, you still have to get entangled with all kinds of women. Men are not good." He Jiayin said with disdain.

"Who hasn't had a young and frivolous time? But sincerely, there is only one." After hearing He Jiayin's words, Lin Yixiang remembered that in the past, the women around him were changing things like a quick show.

He couldn't help but think of Mu Zechuan. Over the years, he had only liked He Jiayin. He felt a little ashamed of himself.

Seeing that he had mentioned Lin Yixiang's shortcomings, He Jiayin stopped talking: "Let me tell you a story. In short, the painting that Mr. Ling regarded as a treasure was lost for some reason during a move. It is said that Mr. Ling was trying to find this

The painting almost demolished the house, but unfortunately it was still not found.”

"Cousin, I didn't find it even though I searched for it myself?" Lin Yixiang showed a troubled expression: "Then how are we going to find it? Besides, this happened more than 20 years ago!"

"I found it." He Jiayin said easily.

"You actually found it?" Lin Yixiang almost jumped up: "Are you more capable than your cousin?"

"A coincidence."

"No, He Jiayin, you've found it, so you don't need me to look for it?" Lin Yixiang was so disappointed. He even wanted to do his part and give gifts together in the name of both of them.

"I haven't finished speaking yet. I found it but didn't get it." He Jiayin finished eating and leaned comfortably on the sofa: "The painting is in the hands of a collector."

"So valuable?"

"What do you think?" He Jiayin glanced at Lin Yixiang with disdain: "Sister Xiyan is such a famous designer, and the model in the painting is her fiancé, Shengshi CEO Ling Ziqi. Besides, this painting can be regarded as their seal of love.

Do you think the object has any value?"

"That's right."

"I've contacted him, but he refuses to take action, so I need you to think of a way!"

"Then you agreed to send it together in our name?"

"What do you think?"

"Okay! I'll take care of this!" Lin Yixiang promised, patting his chest.

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To be continued...