Fu Yi no longer cared about anything else, strode over, pulled out a tissue and handed it forward:

"Stop crying."

Quan Qiao raised her red eyes and stared at him: "Are you willing to forgive me?"

Fu Yi's hand holding the tissue froze.

Forgive? Forgive her just like that?

Thinking of what she had said before, her heart still ached dully, and her reason kept reminding her.

But seeing her red eyes and tears, his heart tightened even more.

He didn't say anything, but picked up a tissue and wiped her tears with his own hands.

The big hand with distinct joints was gentle yet powerful.

One, two, three times.

Quan Qiao just stood there, enjoying his care at the moment.

These past few days I've been feeling like something's missing and my heart feels empty.

But at this moment, looking at his face so close to me, everything is gradually healing.

It turns out that crying children really do get candy!

She continued to intensify her attack, staring at him with tearful eyes, and tugged at his white coat with her small hands:

"Baby, please forgive me... please don't be angry..."

Her usually cold voice became weak.

And after all, she still looks like an eighteen-year-old girl, with red eyes, looking like a poor unwanted little thing.

Fu Yi wanted to say yes immediately, and she wished she could give her the whole world, even her life.

but……

Whenever he thought about forgiving her, continuing to live with her and marrying her, the stone stuck in his heart would pop out again.

"Actually, I don't want to get engaged. I'm really not interested in marriage. I don't want to get engaged to him at all."

I don't want to marry him at all...

These words stabbed his heart like a knife, and even breathing hurt every time he thought of them.

How could you forgive something that concerns your entire life so easily? How could you make such a hasty decision?

no.

He is responsible for his own life as well as hers.

He didn't need a forced relationship, and he didn't want to force her.

Fu Yi quickened his movements, lifted her chin with his big hand, and wiped away her tears thoroughly.

Only when there was no trace of tears did his dull aching heart finally recover and he finally had the heart to continue talking.

He said indifferently: "Quan Qiao, this is different from forgiving you. You need to calm down."

After Yang said this, he threw the tissue into the trash can, turned around and walked out.

When he left, he poured a cup of warm water into her hand.

"Drink more hot water."

Then, he strode out of the office, as if afraid that he would be entangled by her if he was a second slower.

Quan Qiao stood there in a daze, looking completely stunned!

Fuck me, fuck me!

Fu Yi actually left like this?

After she cried, how could he leave so cruelly?

Drink more hot water?

Drink more hot water!

Did she need hot water? She needed him!

What a jerk! What a scumbag!

When did you become so stubborn!

Is it really possible to want such a cruel man?

Only after Fu Yi left the office did he feel that the air finally became smoother.

God knows that when he saw her crying, he didn't want to care about anything else.

If it weren't for that little bit of sanity that remained, he would definitely not be able to leave that office...

Fu Yi strode into the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and gradually calmed himself down.

When I went out, I happened to meet Mr. Xia walking towards me.

He took Xia Lao's arm and asked:

"Mr. Xia, if a girl cries, how can you make her feel better?"

"Ah? A girl is crying? Which girl is crying? Quan Qiao?" Old Xia's eyes lit up with curiosity.