This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 79 His love and consideration!

   Yin Ansa looked back slowly as he spoke, his eyes were scarlet as blood, dim and dull.

  Even five years ago, Yan Shiqi had never seen Yin Ansa like this.

  The girl in my memory is the captain of the volleyball team in the school, and a hearty girl sweating like rain on the court.

  Only five years, the souls who have been tortured by life are withering...

Yin Ansa stood up, touched Yan Shiqi’s tearful eyes, breathing trembling, and said: "Shiqi, I have no choice. I am now at the end of my life. I don’t know who else to look for besides you... Yin's family is gone. , My dad didn't answer my phone, and my boyfriend cheated. You said what I did wrong, God wants to do this to me!"

  At the end, Yin Ansa burst into tears.

  She bit her lip and didn’t want to make herself cry, but the most painful death in the world was right in front of her. She hated her incompetent pride and couldn’t keep even the closest ones...

   "Sa, I am here, I am..."

  Yan Shiqi hugged her into her arms, very tight.

  Her thin shoulders kept rising and falling, her cheeks buried in Yan Shiqi's shoulders, crying hoarsely.

  "Blam me, blame me, why should I be so proud, why can't I learn to bow my head. Shi Qi, what should I do, I don’t have a mother anymore, I don’t have anything..."

  ……

When Yan Shiqi came out of the ward, the moment he closed the door, tears shed tears in his eyes.

  She could not imagine what Yin Ansa had experienced all these years.

  And why did Mrs. Yin's family pass away unfortunately in just one night?

   Her thumb wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Qin Baiyu's gentle figure in the corridor outside the door of the ward.

   squeezed his mouth, Yan Shiqi stepped forward and plunged into his arms, sniffing his scent, trying to suppress the turbulent sadness in his heart.

  Qin Baiyu hugged her, gently patted her back, softly soothed: "Don't cry, I will feel distressed."

  Yan Shiqi stuffed herself in his arms, tightly hugged the man’s waist, and said angrily: "I'm so uncomfortable..."

The man sighed, moved away from each other, looked at the tears of the face that had been invaded by Yan Shi Qi, wiped his knuckles, and said softly, "The one who handles the funeral will be there in a while. How can I help her? You decide. Huh?"

Yan Shiqi sucked his nose and held the shirt on his waist with both hands. In the man's bewitching tone, his eyes glistened again, and he looked at him complicatedly and gratefully. In the end, he didn't say anything, and plunged into his arms again. in.

  A foreign country, what should I do without him? !

  This man, with the most delicate and silent love and thoughtfulness, led her to the sinking depravity.

  ……

  Yin Ansa’s mother’s funeral affairs will be handled by Qin Baiyu’s staff.

  The setting sun was like blood at dusk, she was holding her mother's ashes, looking at the slim sky, a drop of clear tears dropped from the corner of her eyes, floating in the air, leaving the last trace in the city.

  One day later, Yin Ansa returned to China with Yan Shiqi and Qin Baiyu.

  Family affection, love, are all buried under the breeze of Milan.

  On the private plane, Yan Shiqi looked at Yin Ansa, who was sleeping, with ashes in his arms, touched her cool cheeks with distress, and covered her with a blanket before getting up and walking towards the back seat.

  She leaned on the man’s side, looked at him scorchingly, and said sincerely: "Thank you for arranging these things for me. If you are not here..."

  Before the voice fell, the man took her hand and dropped a kiss on the back of his hand, his eyes focused and affectionate: "Don't worry, I will always be there!"

Yan Shiqi was scalded by his eyes. He pursed his lips and wanted to withdraw his hand. The man picked up a piece of information from the table and handed it to her, "This is the inside story of the Yin family's immigrants that were found. Since I want to help her, I have to understand it first, so I can make a plan."

  Sunday’s update is in the evening. Group?

  (End of this chapter)