After Escaping Marriage [GL]

【If you feel that you are not worthy of her, what are my seven years? 】

Yu Qingtang's fingertips hovered above the virtual keyboard, losing and losing, the cursor flickering in the blank box, and finally Yu Qingtang closed the chat box.

Yu Qingtang's impression of Wen Zhihan, college classmates, good looks, gentle personality, excellent study, in the last year of the master's degree, the two of them applied to different majors in the same foreign famous school. At that time, Yu Qingtang's grandfather hadn't fallen and Yu Qingtang's life trajectory was still on the road of studying abroad. Wen Zhihan excitedly told her the news. Yu Qingtang was really happy for her. Classmate, Yu Qingtang had never thought about this aspect at all, she could not feel the joy of Wen Zhihan.

Yu Qingtang never denied that she was cold-hearted. Before Cheng Zhanxi, Wen Zhihan could only be regarded as her friend, because Wen Zhihan was always with her. In the worldly definition, it seemed that this was a friend. And she herself, has no desire to take the initiative to get close to her.

On the day of her master's graduation, Wen Zhihan confessed to her, saying that she has always liked her, not for friendship. At that time, Yu Qingtang didn't hesitate for even a second, and refused directly.

Without thinking, let alone low self-esteem, she felt that she did not match Wen Zhihan.

In Yu Qingtang's impression, Wen Zhihan's father was a socialite, her mother was a physical scientist, herself... Yu Qingtang didn't pay much attention, but it seemed that everyone around her also liked her. He is knowledgeable and sensible, and has many talents. In one large-scale joint art gala, Wen Zhihan performed a piano solo. After the end, the flower givers were both men and women, and they almost fought off the stage.

She is not as popular as Cheng Zhanxi, she is so dazzling that she will be noticed at first sight. Cheng Zhanxi is the sun, and Wen Zhihan is the moon, but the moon can only reflect the sun's light and cannot warm another moon.

Cheng Zhanxi once ridiculed that Wen Zhihan was the Yu Qingtang who went to the ice three-point candy version, and he was also very insightful, and he saw early on that they were essentially the same people.

After removing Yu Qingtang's painter filter, in terms of objective conditions, Wen Zhihan and Cheng Zhanxi are as good as each other. Wen Zhihan was telling Yu Qingtang not to despise herself or her seven-year relationship.

Yu Qingtang looked at the small nail holes on the bedroom wall.

Cheng Mo's "Blizzard" was moved from the living room and left.

The phone on the bedside table vibrated.

Yu Qingtang woke up from the trance, moved his eyes slowly, and picked up the phone.

Cheng Zhanxi: [Good night]

After Cheng Zhanxi sent the message, he looked at the message "The other party is typing" that appeared at the top of the screen. Two minutes later, Yu Qingtang's message popped up.

【Good night】

In the middle of the night, it is easy to amplify emotions, and the heart in the chest is beating faster. Cheng Zhanxi pressed his heart and rolled around excitedly on the big bed.

After Yu Qingtang replied to the message, perhaps because she had a good heart, she clicked Cheng Zhanxi's avatar into the circle of friends, and slipped a few posts from top to bottom. Just about to quit, she refreshed and swiped to the one she just sent.

[want to kiss her]

Yu Qingtang's cheeks heated up, staring at this circle of friends, without looking away for a long time.

Cheng Zhanxi's breath seemed to touch the tip of her nose again, her affectionate eyes, she hooked her lips and tongue lingeringly, biting and sucking, holding her cheek with the palm of her hand, making her unavoidable, Can only bear the enthusiasm she gave.

Every time the heart beats violently, the breath in the lungs seems to be drained, but still wants to indulge in the intoxicating tenderness.

Yu Qingtang closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

Cheng Zhanxi's message was not posted to only one person, and friends all ridiculed it in the comments. After ten minutes, Cheng Zhanxi deleted it.

She used a selfie stick to take a picture of her own bed, a big, white and soft bed. She only slept half of it, and the other half was empty.

This time, only Yu Qingtang was set to be visible, and the hint should not be too obvious.

But she suspected that Yu Qingtang would think that she was just greedy for her body, which would deepen the misunderstanding, so she deleted it soon, she was obviously greedy for her whole person!

Yu Qingtang happened to be on her Moments all night, and she saw both of them.

Yu Qingtang's eyes filled with an unconscious smile, and she swiped to Cheng Zhanxi's last circle of friends before going to bed.

【Good night, baby】

Mediocre and safe.

Yu Qingtang put down the phone and turned off the bedside lamp.

She thought she would be tossing and turning, but she didn't expect to fall asleep soon, with a smile on her lips.

When she woke up the next morning, Yu Qingtang felt the upward curvature of the corners of her lips unexpectedly. She didn't remember what she dreamed, but she must have dreamed of Cheng Zhanxi. Maybe she kissed her again in the dream.

Today is Saturday, and there are still two days before the official start of the first semester of high school. As the head teacher, Yu Qingtang is going to school to prepare student reports.

Last semester, she received a complaint. Director Tao said that she would take the seventh class for one semester. Later, the relationship between teachers and students was harmonious, and Director Tao took it back. Naturally, Yu Qingtang had no objection, so she continued to be the head teacher of the seventh class.

When she came back after washing, she saw the news from Cheng Zhanxi: [Mr. Yu came to my house for breakfast? 】

Yu Qingtang changed her clothes and went out to the other side.

2102's door is wide open.

Yu Qingtang stopped at the entrance, looked at the slippers placed inside, and stood there hesitantly.

She used to be the one who didn't understand, didn't understand, but now she hasn't promised Cheng Zhanxi, isn't it a little bit like not treating herself as an outsider...

Cheng Zhanxi wore an apron, walked from the kitchen to the refrigerator, saw her standing outside the house, and smiled: "Why don't you come in? Do you want me to carry you in?"

She put down what was in her hand and made a gesture to come over and hug her.

Yu Qingtang hurriedly lowered her head, quickly changed her slippers, and sat on the sofa in the living room.

Cheng Zhanxi couldn't help laughing.

"Sit for a while, and I'll be fine soon." Cheng Zhanxi's back disappeared behind the kitchen door.

Yu Qingtang put both hands on her knees, her back was straight, and her expression was restrained.

It was the same as her first official visit, but the mood was slightly different.

Cheng Zhanxi made two bowls of hand-rolled noodles. The noodles were strong, the soup was rich, and served with all kinds of seafood, which was delicious.

Yu Qingtang held the bowl in both hands, took a sip of the thick soup, and asked, "How is this noodle made?"

Cheng Zhanxi clung to the hand of the bamboo chopsticks for a while: "Do you want to learn?"

Yu Qingtang nodded.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled gently: "Can you make it for me?"

Yu Qingtang nodded again and quickly buried his face in the soup bowl.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't tease her, and said with a smile, "then come over early tomorrow, and I'll teach you how to do it."

After breakfast, Yu Qingtang put the tableware and chopsticks into the dishwasher in the kitchen.

Cheng Zhanxi stood not far behind her, chasing her slender back. The road from the opposite side was not long, so Yu Qingtang simply didn't wear a jacket, only a tight black sweater inside, looking from behind, her waist was extraordinarily slender, like a soft wicker. As long as Cheng Zhanxi gently hugs her, he can hold her full.

Yu Qingtang's waist and abdomen are not as flat and tight as Cheng Zhanxi's. No matter how thin a person is, as long as they don't exercise deliberately, their waist will feel a little sensual.

But Cheng Zhanxi didn't come forward. Now that they both talked about it, it's not too late to have a name.

Cheng Zhanxi retracted his gaze.

Yu Qingtang noticed Cheng Zhanxi's observance. Unlike before, he was hugging and hugging every now and then. In the past two days, he kissed her without a word, which made her brain lose the ability to think in an instant.

Cheng Zhanxi's respect for advancing and retreating properly relieved Yu Qingtang's inner tension. Although she also wants Cheng Zhanxi's closeness, the bottomless closeness at this stage will obviously only cause her pressure. What she needs is not only time, but also space.

Cheng Zhanxi is a person who always makes people feel comfortable when they are with her.

Yu Qingtang lowered her eyes and looked at the marble coffee table in front of her, not seeing Cheng Zhanxi sitting on the other side of the sofa, and said, "I'll go to school in a while."

"What time?" Cheng Zhanxi asked naturally.

"At nine o'clock, it's time for the students to report. I'll go to the Academic Affairs Office to pick up the materials and have a meeting."

"Am I with you?"

"Um."

Yu Qingtang glanced at Cheng Zhanxi's white and slender fingers casually placed on the sofa, his heart beat heavily, and he lowered his eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi picked up the empty cup on the coffee table and poured water.

Yu Qingtang put down the pillow, took the opportunity to stand up and said, "I'll go back first."

Cheng Zhanxi turned back and smiled indifferently: "Okay, we'll see you at the elevator later."

Yu Qingtang went out in a hurry, her back was hurried, like a running rabbit.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at the empty door and smiled.

Nine o'clock sharp.

Yu Qingtang came out of 2101 on time. Cheng Zhanxi was already waiting at the elevator entrance. The weather was a little warmer. Cheng Zhanxi, who came back from the north, abandoned his thick coat, lake blue windbreaker, light-colored trousers, and brown short boots, and looked over. The peach blossom eyes hide a fine light.

Yu Qingtang paused and stepped forward silently.

Ding--

Yu Qingtang walked in first and looked at his black coat and black trousers from the elevator car wall. The only difference was the bamboo-blue scarf around his neck. He couldn't remember which year he bought it. Matte.

The time to descend quickly passed in her thoughts, the elevator door in front of her opened, and a tenant's face was reflected in her sight.

"Miss Yu."

Yu Qingtang nodded and walked past the tenant.

"Good morning, both of you." The front desk on the first floor said with a sweet smile.

Yu Qingtang nodded and said, "Good morning."

Walking on the familiar road to school, Yu Qingtang slowly returned to reality from the state of being detached from his thoughts. She moved the knuckles hanging by her side, and her hands were naturally held by Cheng Zhanxi, fingers interlocking.

She is like a kite floating in the sky, and Cheng Zhanxi is the line connecting her to the world.

There were already other head teachers in the office. Yu Qingtang greeted each other and went to the Academic Affairs Office. Cheng Zhanxi stayed behind to clean up their desks.

The school cafeteria has already opened, and the two of them ate in the cafeteria at noon. The dishes that were tired of last semester tasted good again in the new semester.

During the lunch break, he was still in Cheng Zhanxi's study. Yu Qingtang didn't lock the door, and Cheng Zhanxi didn't enter uninvited.

But after Yu Qingtang got up and opened the door, Cheng Zhanxi stood at the door of the study, raised his eyes and looked at her, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

Yu Qingtang couldn't help but feel deeply for her.

However, the more perfect Cheng Zhanxi's performance was, the more flawless Yu Qingtang became, the more inferior and uneasy he was, and he didn't dare to accept this disparate feeling.

The student enrollment report starts at 2:00 pm on Saturday and is registered by the head teacher for two days.

The hallway, which had been deserted for a month, became lively again.

It was ten minutes to two, Yu Qingtang was sitting on the podium, Cheng Zhanxi moved the student's chair and sat beside her, five fingers running along the loose ink hair behind Yu Qingtang.

She picked up a wisp of it and sniffed at the tip of her nose, complimenting her on the fragrance of her hair, and asked what brand of shampoo she was using.

Yu Qingtang said that he didn't remember and went back to show her.

The two were chatting together, and a girl who was not wearing a school uniform walked in at the door. She was not tall, her skin was not white, her eyes were big, and she showed a sense of wit.

Tong Feifei probed her brain and said, "Teacher, am I the first?"

Yu Qingtang unconsciously curled the corners of her lips and said, "It's the first one, come here."

Tong Feifei replied "Okay", jumped over, paid the tuition, and watched Yu Qingtang write her name on the report list.

After that, she sat down in the first row of the class and didn't leave, and began to be obedient with her face in her hands: "Mr. Yu, I miss you so much."

Yu Qingtang rolled her eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi found that Yu Qingtang's mood was visibly improved, and while drinking the vinegar, he deliberately invited Tong Feifei to say a few words: "What are you thinking about? Have you finished your winter vacation homework?"

Tong Feifei said: "Of course it's done, isn't it due on Monday? I didn't bring it."

"Have you gone crazy during the winter vacation? You don't want to go to school, right?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Before I left, you said you would miss me. Do you remember my last name?"

"The last name is Sahahahaha."

Tong Feifei alone caused the movement of three or four people in the quiet classroom.

Students came in to report one after another at the door. Some paid their tuition fees online or in the bank, and some went to the school for various reasons and handed them over to the head teacher directly. Cheng Zhanxi was in charge of the inventory, and Yu Qingtang recorded his name on the roster. Most of the classmates didn't leave after reporting, or chatted with Cheng Zhanxi, or chatted and chatted with classmates who had been away for a month. There seemed to be 5,000 ducks sitting in the classroom.

Yu Qingtang was listening on the podium, and occasionally someone cued her, so she smiled lightly.

Class 7 students: "!!!"

Incredible, what changed Mr. Yu? Looking next to her, the case was solved, and Teacher Cheng was sitting there.

The student reports all follow along. Isn't this the power of true love?

Lian Yabing was dizzy: When will they get married?

Li Lan looked at Yu Qingtang, and when Yu Qingtang smiled, she followed suit, the sun was shining, and she was a fan of her sister.

Some students went home one after another, but Li Lan, Lian Yabing and others persisted the longest, and they reluctantly left the classroom with Yu Qingtang until the end of the reporting time on Saturday.

Yu Qingtang went to the dormitory area to check on the students returning to school. Two of them had not returned, including Xiao Qing.

The head teacher in the school season was busy. The process on Sunday and Saturday was the same. After Yu Qingtang checked the list, his brows were obviously wrinkled.

Cheng Zhanxi moved the chair back to its original position, walked up to the podium and asked, "what's the matter?"

Yu Qingtang handed her the list and said, "Xiao Qing didn't come."

Cheng Zhanxi: "Go to the accommodation area to see?"

Yu Qingtang put away the list, and the two rushed to the accommodation area together. The bed belonging to Xiao Qing was empty, and asked her roommate that she had never come back.

Yu Qingtang called Xiao Qing's father, and the cold female voice of the system prompted: "I'm sorry, the number you dialed has been switched off, please call again later..."

Yu Qingtang paced twice in place.

Cheng Zhanxi reassured: "It's alright, maybe it will come tomorrow. If we don't come, let's find a way. Such a big person will not disappear."

Xiao Qing really disappeared.

The school officially opened on Monday, the flag-raising ceremony, the national anthem was solemn, and the seventh class was lined up in a neat line, and one person was missing in the line. Yu Qingtang has been at school all day. From time to time, he goes to the class to walk around. Looking at the vacant seat, the classmates are also talking about it, why did Xiao Qing not come to school?

When Li Lan came to the office to ask what happened to Yu Qingtang, Yu Qingtang just hung up Xiao Qing's father's unanswered call.

Sitting in the office chair, she looked up at the monitor with a mole on the tip of her nose in front of her, and said firmly, "It's okay, I'll bring her to school."

Li Lan went out.

Cheng Zhanxi was in the position diagonally opposite to Yu Qingtang, saw her eyes turn to him, and asked calmly and rationally, "Mr. Cheng is free to accompany me to Baishui Township on Saturday?"

Cheng Zhanxi nodded: "Of course."

***

Baishui Township, Zequan Village.

Xiao Qing’s family lived in the end of the village, with two simple bungalows. The vegetable garden surrounded by the yard had not been taken care of for a long time. Weeds were overgrown, and only a few loofahs hung alone on the vines.

The aunt with a basket on her arm pushed open the fence gate and walked in. She sighed when she saw the abandoned vegetable garden. She raised her voice and shouted, "Chunjin."

She walked in and shouted, "Chun Jin? Xiao Qing's father?"

The lights were not turned on in the room, and the light was dim. My aunt entered the main room and said to the hidden door in the innermost room, "Chun Jin, I'm here to bring you lunch. I'm in."

The aunt pushed the door and entered.

Her pupils shrank suddenly, she immediately put down the basket containing the rice bowl, rushed to Xiao Chunjin who was lying on the ground, turned him over with difficulty, slapped the middle-aged man's thin face, and shouted anxiously: "Spring Gold! Spring Gold!"

Xiao Chunjin snorted, opened his cloudy eyes that were much more vicissitudes than his age, grabbed his aunt's hand, and opened and closed his chapped lips.

"Xiao Qing..."

Auntie hurriedly said: "Xiao Qing is fine, she asked me to bring you food, have you forgotten?"

Xiao Chunjin kicked his legs like a dying fish, and rolled his eyes up, revealing the whites of his eyes.

The aunt was frightened to death, and the dead horse was used as a living horse to press the others, and they were pressed back.

Xiao Chunjin took a deep breath and asked, "Xiao Qing...Where is Xiao Qing?"

The aunt thought he was worried about his daughter, and comforted: "In the town, it's fine, there's nothing to worry about, you can rest easy at home."

Xiao Chunjin grabbed his aunt's hand, his eyes opened so fast that they came out of the blue sockets, and he used all his strength to say, "Let her...let her go...go to school..."

The aunt sighed and said, "Do you care about yourself first, Xiao Qing is also a filial piety."

I don't want her filial piety!

Xiao Chunjin was at a loss for words, his eyes were split open, his breathing became heavier and heavier, he finally rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Chunjin-"

His aunt pushed his shoulders, Xiao Chunjin's eyes were tightly closed, his lips were pale, and there was no reaction at all.

The aunt hurriedly ran out of the hospital door and shouted loudly: "Come on someone-"

The two men worked together to get Xiao Chunjin onto the bed. The aunt went to the east of the village to invite a villager who used to be a barefoot doctor. On the bed, sweaty.

Xiao Chunjin has been farming all the year round, and he became ill from overwork. Originally, it was only because of the back pain that he couldn't sleep. In November last year, shortly after Yu Qingtang's home visit, Xiao Chunjin collapsed in the field, and was towed back to his home by people from the next village. After that, his waist could hardly be straightened, his back hurt so much, and it was difficult to take care of himself, let alone work. Several aunts in the village took turns delivering meals to him.

He lay at home for half a month and didn't get better, so he went to the hospital to see it.

Xiao Chunjin left the hospital and continued to lie down at home, struggling abruptly. He couldn't sleep all night long, and in the middle of the night there was often a sound of pain from the room.

When Xiao Qing returned home at the end of the period, he found out that his father was ill and had been lying in bed for two months.

She asked her father to go to the hospital. Xiao Chunjin didn't have much savings. He didn't work for two months, and the money on hand was just enough for Xiao Qing to pay for the tuition and accommodation for the next semester. If it is spent, Xiao Qing will not be able to study.

The father and daughter became stubborn.

Xiao Qing went to the hotel in the town to wash dishes from the winter vacation, earning surgery fees for Xiao Chunjin, and did not even go to the school report. She is determined not to read, nothing is more important than her father's body. She has hands and feet. If she goes out to work in the future, will she and her father starve to death?

The old man who had been a barefoot doctor entered the room, squinting at Xiao Chunjin, a patient on the narrow bed who had more air in and out less, and muttered, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

He asked the villagers to turn Xiao Chunjin over, and pressed his thin five fingers on the bones of his back. Xiao Chunjin broke out in cold sweat and kept breathing.

The old man let go of his hand, leaned on the crutches in his hand, and said with a sigh, "I still have to go to the hospital. It's not good to lie down hard, and it will only get worse."

He looked at the cold food next to him and said, "Why don't you even eat rice? Do you want to die?"

***

Saturday.

Cheng Zhanxi has a car, unlike last year when the two of them went to the village and had to spend a lot of time changing cars. Rao is so, Cheng Zhanxi also drove for nearly two hours.

There was no main road passing through Zequan Village, so Cheng Zhanxi parked his car at a convenient place and walked past with Yu Qingtang. Stepping on the mountain road again, the steep slope, Cheng Zhanxi rushed down first, spread his arms below, Yu Qingtang also ran down, knocking Cheng Zhanxi back several steps before stabilizing his body.

Cheng Zhanxi hugged her tightly and smiled in her ear.

Yu Qingtang's heart was beating violently in her chest, and it took a while to calm down before she lifted her head from the socket of her neck.

Cheng Zhanxi touched her face and ears that were blown cold by the mountain wind, held her hand again, shook it twice in the air, and said, "Let's go."

The two people, who were once and twice familiar, walked down the road from the stone tablet at the entrance of the village. On the way, they met several villagers and looked at them curiously.

Cheng Zhanxi frowned when he saw the abandoned vegetable garden from outside the fence.

Before she could reach out, Yu Qingtang had already pushed aside the wooden fence and entered.

"Dad Xiao Qing?"

Cheng Zhanxi laughed.

If Yu Qingtang had half the initiative towards herself towards her students, they would both have their golden wedding anniversary now. As a student, Cheng Zhanxi doesn't care about children.

Yu Qingtang knocked on the open door and squeaked.

She raised her feet and stepped forward. Cheng Zhanxi took her arm and led her behind her. She pushed both doors open to let in all the sunlight outside the house.

"Will this be bad?" Yu Qingtang whispered.

"There's nothing wrong." Cheng Zhanxi said, leading her inside.

Yu Qingtang looked at her figure standing in front of him and pursed her lips.

After shouting a few times, there was no response. Cheng Zhanxi opened room by room. There were only three rooms in total. In the second room, there was an unpleasant smell in the room.

Cheng Zhanxi asked Yu Qingtang to wait at the door, she walked in, her expression changed slightly, she looked back at Yu Qingtang, and moved half of her body.

Xiao Chunjin was lying on the innermost bed, skinny as a firewood, his eyes were closed, and his heart was slowly rising and falling.

Yu Qingtang stood beside the bed, calling him sentence after sentence: "Dad Xiao Qing."

Xiao Chunjin slowly opened his eyes and recognized Yu Qingtang's face through the dim light, shedding two lines of turbid tears. Then he didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly he sat up half body, his skinny hand grabbed Yu Qingtang's hand, Cheng Zhanxi's eyes were quick, and he protected Yu Qingtang in his arms.

Xiao Chunjin couldn't sit up until he fell back halfway, and his hands fell weakly on the bed.

He watched Yu Qingtang cry non-stop, muttering something in his mouth.

Yu Qingtang patted Cheng Zhanxi's arm, motioning her to let go of herself, her ears close to the middle-aged man's chapped lips.

"Let Xiao... Xiao Qing go back... go back to school... study..."

***

In the yard of the restaurant's back kitchen, stacks and stacks of grease-stained plates were stacked up.

Xiao Qing's rubber-gloved hands cleansed quickly in the large basin and put it into the clean water on the left.

Her waist was so sore that she lost consciousness from sitting all day, her eyes were blank, and she mechanically repeated the action of washing the dishes.

A pair of feet wearing black hiking boots suddenly appeared in front of him.

Xiao Qing slowly raised her head, black trousers wrapped her straight legs, and the dark gray coat buttoned all the way to the top, revealing the woman's smooth and white chin and delicate eyebrows.

The towel in Xiao Qing's hand fell into the water and stared blankly at the woman in front of her.

"Teacher Yu..."

Yu Qingtang put both hands in the pockets of his coat, and said indifferently, "Your father is in the hospital."

Xiao Qing's expression changed suddenly, and she took off the rubber gloves in her hand, ignoring the pain in her back, she got up and ran out.

Yu Qingtang's voice came faintly from behind: "Do you know which hospital he is in?"

Xiao Qing looked back at her, her eyes were obviously red.

Yu Qingtang came over, sighed softly, took her frozen cracked hand, and said, "I'll take you there, your dad is fine, don't worry."

Cheng Zhanxi was at the exit of the back kitchen and smiled when he saw the two of them coming out together.

Yu Qingtang also smiled at her.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the hotel, Cheng Zhanxi reported the place, and the taxi drove to the hospital.

Yu Qingtang gently touched Xiao Qing's hair.

Cheng Zhanxi watched this scene quietly, the phone in her pocket vibrated, and it was a text message from a stranger.

[Wen Zhihan: I am at the airport now, preparing to go abroad. After you confessed to Yu Qingtang last week, she asked me for a private chat. If you are interested in the content, add me on WeChat. Search for this phone number on WeChat.

Cheng Zhanxi snorted.

Yu Qingtang looked at her suspiciously.

Cheng Zhanxi put away the phone and said casually, "It's okay, harassing text messages."

Yu Qingtang turned her face back.

Why did Yu Qingtang want to chat with Wen Zhihan?

Cheng Zhanxi replied to her text message: [What did she talk to you about? 】

Wen Zhihan ignored her.

Cheng Zhanxi gritted his teeth, covered the screen with his hand, searched for his mobile phone number, and added friends.

Wen Zhihan passed in seconds and threw over a chat record.

Wen Zhihan: So why didn't you stay with her?

Yu Qingtang: I don't deserve her.