Almighty Little Secretary, She is Flirtatious and Arrogant

"Ming Yu, let's go home together."

"My little secretary, when can you go home?"

"Baby, go home and sleep."

Too many memories are like a tide, flooding Jiang Mingyu's heart, and eventually become a disaster.

It ruined her composure.

At that time,

Jiang Mingyu lay on Chen Yuan's lap and put her arms around Chen Yuan's waist, just like before, unwilling to speak out about the pain in her heart.

He just buried himself in Chen Yuan's arms, as if he was stuck in a tree hole, to get a brief escape and comfort.

But she knew in her heart that all she had done was to save those old memories that would always make her painful but unable to get rid of them, as well as the plans she was planning.

All to no avail.

Nothing helps. It's like pouring a small bowl of water on a raging fire. It won't have any effect.

But the body still automatically reflects a desire for dependence.

The heart that has been dry for a long time is in urgent need of irrigation.

In this way, after lying down for nearly half an hour, Chen Yuan finally stopped letting Jiang Mingyu continue like this.

She held her shoulders and put her on the seat next to her.

At this moment, Jiang Mingyu's knees were already a little numb and sore, but he felt a long-lost feeling of satisfaction in his heart.

This feeling can support her to continue going down, although... it may not last long.

"I remember it was like this when I was a child. When I couldn't sleep at night or was bullied, I would sneak here to read a book or just be in a daze."

"Yes, I often find you here."

As if trapped in a long memory, Chen Yuan hugged the little "daughter" she loved most, and sighed and said,

"Every time I find you, you look like a kitten, lying in that corner, sleeping very soundly."

"Then you will take me back to your room, turn on the stove and give me milk."

"Well, yes, you were too thin at that time, and you had injuries on your body. I was really afraid that you would suffer from some disease."

"Fortunately, I'm healthy now."

Jiang Mingyu smiled sweetly and warmly, hugging Chen Yuan, as close as a real mother and daughter.

After Chen Yuan pondered for a long time and struggled for a long time, he finally decided to speak, but his tone was still full of cautious probing, and he said softly,

"Ming Yu, why did you suddenly come here today? Did you remember something?"

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Jiang Mingyu was stunned again.

He lowered his head and breathed slowly and continuously.

Chen Yuan looked down at her, not daring to move, but quietly, giving her enough time to wait.

She knew better than anyone else that this girl had been like this since she was a child.

As long as it's something she doesn't want to say, no one can pry her mouth open.

After two or three minutes, Jiang Mingyu nodded slightly and admitted,

"Yes, I have remembered all those things."

"Do you remember everything?"

Chen Yuan was a little surprised that this situation came so unexpectedly, leaving her completely unprepared.

Speaking of this, Jiang Mingyu finally took a deep breath and raised his head.

At this moment, what broke into Chen Yuan's eyes was a face covered with broken tears.

He wrote about the unspeakable pain and torture, the world-weariness all over his body, and his eyes were broken and holey.

It was as if the soul had been crushed into pieces in the body.

For a moment, Chen Yuan suddenly choked and couldn't say a word.

But Jiang Mingyu seemed to have completely lost control. He immediately threw himself into Chen Yuan's arms, hugged her neck hard, lay on her shoulders, and cried muffledly,

"I remembered it all.

I thought about how my mother died.

I. I’m sorry for her, I’m really sorry for her——”