Pinghai Tongda Building.


    Yang Xuan got out of the taxi with embarrassment on his face.


    He has no money to pay for the car.


    "It''s not a shame that you can''t even take out ten yuan." the driver spat hard and drove away angrily.


    "Half a cent can''t beat a hero." Yang Xuan sighed. He had treasures all over his body, but he couldn''t even take out a dollar. It''s ridiculous.


    But this is not difficult to solve. He took out a thing that doesn''t enter his eyes from his storage ring and auctioned it. It''s astronomical. Therefore, he won''t worry about it at all.


    After leaving the problem behind, he looked up at the 20 story Tongda Building and took a deep breath.


    "Xiaojing, I wonder if you are still working here?" he muttered to himself.


    In his previous life, his girlfriend Xiaojing worked in a company in Tongda Building. She didn''t know whether she had changed her job for three years.


    After arriving at the 16th floor in the elevator, he was stopped by a beautiful receptionist wearing short skirts and silk stockings.


    "Who are you looking for?" the front desk looked at Yang Xuan suspiciously. From his clothes, it didn''t seem like work.


    "I''m looking for Ren Jing." Yang Xuan said uneasily. He didn''t know whether his girlfriend Ren Jing was still here.


    The front desk glanced: "Ren Jing? Ren Jing left some time ago."


    Yang Xuan was stunned: "quit?"


    "If you offend our chairman''s son, can you stay?" the front desk looked disdainful.


    "Do you know where he lives?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "Who knows." the front desk said sarcastically, "ask the childe of our chairman. He must know that he sends flowers every day."


    In fact, Yang Xuan knows where Xiaojing lives. Only three years later, he is not sure whether Xiaojing has moved.


    When Yang Xuan came out of the Tongda Building, he didn''t take a car at all. He walked two blocks directly to a small village in the city in his memory.


    In his memory, Xiaojing rented here before.


    Looking for his memory, Yang Xuan walked to a small building. Then he saw a Ferrari sports car parked downstairs.


    Before the sports car, there were two people standing.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes were frozen and his expression was a little excited, because one of the girls wearing white clothes and long hair shawl was his girlfriend, Xiaojing.


    "Zhang Ping, as I said, I have a boyfriend. Don''t harass me again in the future." Xiaojing pursed her lips, a little angry.


    The guy he called Zhang Ping knew at a glance that he was a very expensive suit, greasy and powdered, smiling and not angry. He just handed the flowers in his hand forward and said, "Xiaojing, don''t be angry. I know you don''t have a boyfriend at all."


    Xiaojing took the flowers and threw them into the nearby trash can. She said, "Why are you like this? I told you, I have a boyfriend."


    "All right." Zhang Ping shrugged indifferently, and a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes. "Then tell me what your boyfriend''s name is, which makes me die."


    Xiaojing said angrily, "my boyfriend, his name is Yang Fan."


    Yang Xuan trembled in his heart.


    "Ha!" Zhang Ping laughed, "OK, call him out and let me see if he is worthy of you."


    With that, he pulled Xiaojing''s wrist and pulled it into the car.


    He has lost his patience.


    Xiaojing struggled hard, and tears swirled in her eyes.


    Looking at Xiaojing''s desperate face, Zhang Ping couldn''t help becoming more and more proud. What he liked most was the little girl''s anger, but he took his expression without any way. The previous politeness was just a disguise.


    Bang!


    After a light sound, all Zhang Ping''s complacency solidified on his face. He felt like flying into the sky, and then fell to the ground.


    The severe pain made him whirl around and lie on the ground for a long time.


    After a while, he slowed down and looked up. In front of Ren Jing, there was an ordinary looking man.


    "Boy, you... Who are you?" Zhang Ping almost burst out a fire in his eyes. He came out today without a bodyguard. Unexpectedly, he suffered a loss.


    "Me?" Yang Xuan smiled and said faintly, "I''m Xiaojing''s boyfriend, Zhang Fan."


    As soon as the voice fell, he turned slowly.


    Behind her, Ren Jing was already in tears.


    She only shouted, "Xiao Fan......" and fainted.


    Yang Xuan quickly held her in his arms, with infinite softness.


    A weak, fatherless girl, after his disappearance, can stick to it for him for three years. Until today, this kind of feeling can no longer be described by ordinary love.


    At this moment, his heart was filled with infinite tenderness and no more killing heart.


    "Xiaojing, I''m back." he put his face on Xiaojing''s face, let tears wet his face and muttered to himself.


    Zhang Ping saw that his eyes were about to crack. He stood up in pain and shouted, "boy, wait for me."


    With that, he opened the door and disappeared.


    Yang Xuan can beat him up at once. He must have practiced martial arts. He doesn''t dare to compete with Yang Xuan alone.


    Holding Xiaojing and relying on her memory, Yang Xuan came to the door of her rented house, took out the key from her and opened the door.


    When he entered the room, Yang Xuan was stunned.


    In the small room, on the table, bedside and cabinet, there are pictures of him and Xiaojing everywhere, laughing and noisy.


    Yang Xuan felt something called heartache rush into his heart. He couldn''t imagine how Xiaojing spent the past three years.


    "I''m sorry!" he muttered to himself.


    Xiaojing woke up and stared at the familiar and strange face in front of her. She looked at it like that and didn''t say a word.


    Yang Xuan didn''t speak, but tightly hugged Xiaojing''s weak body in his arms, as if he didn''t want to give up until the end of the world.


    For a long time, Xiaojing finally said the first sentence.


    She hesitated, shed tears, with expectation or fear.


    "Did I dream again?"


    These six words, like bullets, hit the softest place in Yang Xuan''s heart, made his heart tremble, and made him hold Xiaojing tightly in his arms again.


    "No, you didn''t dream. I''m back."


    The heart rending cry came from Xiaojing''s mouth. While crying, she beat Yang Xuan''s chest, even grabbed or even bit, venting her accumulated hatred and love for three years.


    "Where the hell have you been? Why didn''t you contact me? Why didn''t you tell me? Why? It''s been three years. Do you know that you''ve left me here for three years. You''re so cruel. You''re so cruel..." Xiaojing cried, tearing her heart and lungs. She was out of breath, like a cuckoo crying blood.


    Yang Xuan''s heart was dripping blood. He couldn''t stop saying sorry. He let Xiaojing fight without any resistance.


    After not knowing how long, Xiaojing was finally tired of crying and beating. She hid in Yang Xuan''s arms and tightened herself as much as possible, looking at him pitifully like a little cat.


    "Promise me to take me wherever you go?" Xiaojing said, and tears flashed in her eyes: "because I can''t live without you."


    "Hmm!" Yang Xuan nodded heavily. At this moment, he felt that he owed Xiaojing too much, too much.


    "Xiaofan, where have you been in the past three years?" Xiaojing, who calmed down, finally asked this question again.


    "I... Wandered for many years..." Yang Xuan hugged Xiaojing in his arms, and his voice was full of tenderness.