"Don't say that, I'm actually worried about you." Fang Ying comforted Xiaodie.

"If he doesn't come with me, I'll feel better." Xiaodie smiled helplessly.

"Yes, I'm a little reluctant to let it go."

"When I was a child, my mother often told me that a woman's biggest weakness is that her heart is too soft," Xiaodie stood up shakingly. "If a man wants to leave his woman, it will be useless no matter how a woman begs to keep her, but if it goes on... men will probably succeed."

"This is so reasonable. Your mother is a smart person."

"He is a poor person. The truth is summarized after suffering losses. Fang Ying...are you sad?"

"I've been hurt for a long time. That bastard lied to me so badly. I even had the desire to commit suicide, but I figured it out. Anyway, we women have to suffer this crime when they are born, and sooner or later they will be hurt by men. Since it is impossible to avoid being hurt, I would rather choose a man I like as the murderer, at least die gloriously, right? What do you think?

Xiaodie shook her head and muttered sympathetically and guiltily: "It turns out that you are more desperate than me... I'm sorry, when I first learned that you were the 'Cherry Boy, I was gloating."

Fang Ying smiled bitterly: "All the worlds are falling into the world, don't talk about the past. No matter what you think of Yin Jian, I will follow him anyway, even if I don't have a name."

Xiaodie seemed to be inspired by her courage and hesitated: "I don't know what to do. Actually, when I was in Antarctica, I decided not to care about my status, but I heard that he was engaged to Milan, and I still couldn't accept it emotionally..."

Fang Ying looked back at the familiar figure standing behind the shade of the tree, and said in a complicated mood: "You are so hesitant, it is equivalent to giving him a chance. That guy is pestering you with a stern face. Can you really be cruel to break with him? In the end, it is almost like me, and I swallow my anger and be a mistress..."

"I don't want to be a mistress." Xiaodie instinctively opposed it strongly, then realized something, and her voice immediately became weak. "I'm not targeting you... Even if I don't want a name and am willing to be his underground lover, my father will not agree. I know that I will break my legs in the future." Thinking of my strict father, Xiaodie's mood became even lower.

"Haha, you are still young. Many things are not as simple as you think, but not as troublesome as you think." Fang Ying said the following words, I don't know if it was serious or ulterior motives. "As long as Yin Jian can provide you with enough benefits to the dealer, let alone your father, even your emperor will not mind your daughter being a mistress for him. Since ancient times, money and beauty have been tools to win people's hearts. The daughter of the emperor and the generals' family is no exception. There is no dignity. From another perspective, political marriage is a formal marriage, but are those women really happy? It's better to give up dignity for love like me, and at least live a real life."

"You are too pessimistic, and there are also cases where the media married and love each other sincerely."

"Are you talking about Milan?" Fang Ying couldn't help but envy, "I'm lucky to be this vixen."

"Actually, it's not easy for Milan. She needs to know that Yin Jian and us..." Xiaodie put her heart in his heart, "It would be strange if she doesn't get angry."

"Haha, do you think she really doesn't know? The little girl is too simple and doesn't understand the sufferings of the world."

"Stop talking, I don't want to hear this." Xiaodie pouted and sulked. She liked a simple and bright world and did not like those dark sides.

"Okay, let's not talk about it anymore," Fang Ying smiled and took her hand, staggered across the snow and walked towards the girls' dormitory building, "Go back quickly, otherwise he will become a snowman. If you don't feel sorry for me, I will feel sorry for you."

Actually, I was still feeling distressed. Xiaodie accelerated her pace speechlessly. When she went upstairs, she pretended to look back casually. She realized that he was still standing in the snow and watching him from afar. A sudden confusion suddenly surged in her heart. She felt that Fang Ying's words might not be self-pity. If the family did not object to her contact with Yin Jian, what should she do?

In order to completely draw a clear line with him, or should you maintain a lover relationship with him like Fang Ying?

Xiaodie couldn't help but think of her mother. When her mother fell in love with her father, who was already a married man, the difficulties she faced were exactly the same as her own experience at this time.

Xiaodie knew very well the choice her mother made and the pain she endured for the choice in the future. In a trance, she had an illusion that her mother's soul was placed on her, guiding her daughter to live for a lifetime. Now she is at the fork in the road that determines her fate in her previous life, waiting for her daughter to make her second choice.

Tragically, Xiaodie found that she knew her mother's past, but she wanted to repeat her mistakes.

If this is fate, should you accept your fate?

She stood at the window, staring at the figure under the shade of the tree for a long time until Fang Ying called.

“Not the lights turned off?”

"How do you know?"

"Don't turn off the lights, let the 'snowman stand till dawn"

Knowing that Fang Ying felt sorry for someone who was getting cold and was deliberately talking, Xiaodie turned off the light immediately and sat alone in the dark.

Yin Jian returned to the apartment with his almost frozen legs. No matter how hard he smiled, he could not hide his thoughts.

Milan knew why he was sad, and couldn't help feeling guilty. She leaned against his arms and eyes were red: "Honey, it's all my fault. I shouldn't monopolize you, and I shouldn't push you out alone to resist the pressure..."

Whenever she had a premonition that she would be jealous and hated by her rivals, she always hid behind Yin Jian like an ostrich, letting him face those resentful gazes alone. She never thought there was anything wrong with doing this before, but when she saw Yin Jian exhausted physically and mentally when she returned tonight, Milan felt deeply guilty and self-blame. This kind of thing should have been faced by the couple together, and her behavior was not worthy of Yin Jian's solemn favor.

"I'm fine if I say anything stupid, but I just drank a few more cups, and I was a little bit over it." Yin Jian touched his fiancée's hair and smiled as if nothing had happened, "Go and pour me a cup of tea. What's the show tonight?"

Milan originally prepared a lot of programs, including gentle and romantic, and sexy and wild, but now she is not in the mood to perform because she knows that Yin Jian is not in the mood to play these games with her now, she only brings tea and cheesecakes baked by herself, and lights two candles to accompany him to spend this somewhat sad Christmas Eve.

Yin Jian has no appetite, but he still eats the cake without leaving any residue, sincerely praising Milan's great cooking skills.

"My wife not only goes to the hall but also goes to the kitchen, but I will have a good time in the future." After burping, Yin Jian seemed to have a shower with satisfaction.

Milan seized the time to run to the attic with his cell phone and call Long Wu.

"Milan, what's the matter with me in the middle of the night?" Long Wu asked angrily, and was also a little surprised. This was the first time Milan called her - to be precise, this was the first time Milan took the initiative to talk to her.

"Instructor Long, I'm sorry..."

"Ah? What do you mean by being stupid?"

"I'm really sorry, I..."

Milan was full of guilt, but she didn't know where she was sorry for Long Wu.

Just because he got engaged to Yin Jian? But what happened to Guan Longwu?

Milan suddenly felt that he was simply "sexual".
Chapter completed!