583. Gu Yanqing, you are the most petty person in the world

Song Beibei did not say a word. She did not know what to say.

He Yucheng continued, "after this incident, I have seen many things clearly. I have especially understood that no matter how strong a person is, they are still fragile and their lives are very short. I do not wish to end up like lawyer Gu in the future. "

Song Beibei said, "don't say that. You and Gu Wanjing are two completely different people. "

He Yucheng said, "actually, I didn't have any other intentions when I called you out today. I just wanted to say a solemn goodbye. I want to tell you solemnly, Beibei, that I've completely let go. I've also given up completely. I sincerely wish you and Gu Yanqing happiness. I hope that the two of you will always be happy. You don't have to worry about my existence and feel bad about it. You don't have to feel guilty about me either. Loving you was a beautiful dream in my life. But now that I've woken up from this dream, I know that it's time for me to walk out of it. "

Song Beibei looked at he Yucheng.

She did some calculations with her nose and called out, "Ah Cheng. ".

He Yucheng took a thousand steps forward and hugged Song Beibei tightly in his arms.

His voice seemed to be choked with sobs. "Beibei, you must be happy, forever happy. "

Beibei asked me to hug you one last time.

You must be happy. Only when you are happy will I not have a chance to take advantage of you.

Goodbye, my girl.

I still remember the first time I saw you. Under the scorching sun, you were dressed in military training clothes, raising your neck and gulping down large mouthfuls of mineral water.

At that time, her best friend patted her on the shoulder beside him. "Song Beibei from class seven is very beautiful, isn't she? "

Very beautiful Just like an angel.

At that time, he said in his heart.

But he finally decided to let her go.

He had seen Gu Wanjing's end with his own eyes. He also knew clearly that if he persisted, he would become a second Gu Wanjing.

He was finally completely awake.

Song Beibei said, "Ah Cheng, you have to believe me. One day, you will find a girl better than me. She loves you, and you just happen to like her. "

He Yucheng nodded. "I believe you. "

When Song Beibei went back, Gu Yanqing was drinking with a dark face.

Song Beibei immediately took the wine glass away. "The doctor said you can't drink. "

Actually, it didn't matter if he drank a little. Besides, Gu Yanqing was drinking red wine.

Gu Yanqing said plainly, "did you guys have a good time chatting outside? "

Song Beibei giggled. "Yeah, we had a good time. "

Looking at Gu Yanqing, Song Beibei happily took a piece of watermelon and ate it.

Gu Yanqing looked at Song Beibei coldly. "Then why don't we chat a little longer? "

Song Beibei giggled. "because I want to come back and ask my husband for a Christmas present. "

Song Beibei stretched out her hand. "where's my Christmas present? "

Gu Yanqing replied plainly, "It's gone. "

Song Beibei's entire smiling face scrunched up. "What do you mean it's gone? "

She had been looking forward to it for a few days.

Thinking that Gu Yanqing was so mysterious this year, he would definitely prepare a surprise.

Gu Yanqing raised his eyebrows and said, "if it's gone, then it means I won't give it to you. "

Song Beibei unconsciously pouted, "Gu Yanqing, why are you like this? "

"I'm like this, " Gu Yanqing's voice was clear and indifferent.

"Gu Yanqing, you're the most petty person in the world, " Song Beibei said angrily.

Then she turned around, snorted, and ignored him.

Seeing Song Beibei's exasperated look, Gu Yanqing's mood improved a little.

He leisurely ate the fruit.

Song Beibei became even angrier.

Just as she was about to go back, Song Beibei didn't know where the three children had gone.

When she went out to look for them, she saw Xiao Ying running back on her own.

Song Beibei Hugged Xiao Ying in her arms.

Then she asked, "where did brother and sister go? "

Xiao Ying said, "they were looking at the stars on the roof. "

But after a while, Xiao Ying said again, "brother and sister Xin Tong had a fight. It was very fierce just now. "

Only then did Song Beibei understand why Xiao Ying ran back alone.

She must have come to ask for help.

Xin Tong and Chengdong were little enemies.

When the two of them were at home, they often quarreled.

But don't look at Chengdong as cold and aloof.

No matter what reason the two children quarreled, in the end, Chengdong would take the initiative to reconcile.

Song Beibei could see that Chengdong was also very accommodating to his sister.

Song Beibei placed Xiao Ying next to Gu Yanqing and then went to the rooftop to look for the two children.

When she went up, she saw the two children leaning against the fence to watch the fireworks.

The lights were bright outside.

The banquet was about to end.

Fireworks were set off outside.

A large number of fireworks exploded in the air and then fell, like the flames of the scenery or the colorful snow falling from the sky.

But the two children were far away.

About two meters away.

Xin Tong tiptoed and just happened to lean against the fence.

She supported her arm with her small head resting on it.

It was obvious that her focus was not on the fireworks. Instead, she would tilt her head from time to time to secretly look at Fu Chengdong, who was not far away.

Song Beibei's angle was just enough to see Fu Chengdong's side profile.

This child was born handsome and good-looking.

At such a young age, he already had the outline of a knife.

Sometimes, when Xin Tong was watching anime from abroad, she would suddenly point at the boy on the television and say, "Mommy, look at him. He looks like brother Chengdong. "

With that said, Song Beibei also noticed.

This child, Chengdong, really looked like a prince from an anime.

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