C740 Unable to See Through Unable to See Through
"You shouldn't have given her a lollipop and a club. This will make her love and hate you. Pure love or pure hate will make people easily let go. Only love and hate will erode one's bones and burn one's heart, and one will not be able to forget it. You're harming her. "2
Yeh Zhan scratched his head and did not understand. "Hey, why did I give her honey and hammer him?"
"Let her go and wipe her face with a towel. This was honey. He also said that he found her dirty and treated her coldly. This was a club. You gave her hope, but you also disappointed her. If you keep doing this a few times, she will be poisoned. . . Love and hate you. She would repeatedly hope and be disappointed, and in the end, give birth to despair. Love, hate, entanglement, giving birth to complex feelings of love. Wouldn't that be harming her? "
Le Youyou's words were filled with emotion from the bottom of her heart. If she had not experienced the torture of love, she would not have had such an epiphany.
If she had not seen Gong Yingyu's infatuation for her sister and Ren Susu's abnormal love for Gong Mingchuan, she would not have felt this way.
Now, she was in the torture of love and could not escape.
Gong Mingchuan was obviously not him anymore. . . And she still could not see through him, could not see through him, and could not restrain her emotions. This was the most tragic.
Thinking of this, Le Youyou could not help but sigh.
Yeh Zhan showed an expression that made sense and nodded heavily. "Then when I see a girl that I don't like in the future, I will hide far away, no longer be gentle to her, no longer smiling at her. I will treat her as air, do you think?"
"That would be best. " Le Youyou smiled.
But her smile inexplicably made people feel very lonely, very sad. . .
A poem from the ancient people suddenly flashed in Yeh Zhan's mind, even though he had not graduated from high school and was already a part of the society.
Yeh Zhan suddenly asked: "Is there any man who loves you and loves you to the depths of loneliness?"
This question stumped Le Youyou. He suddenly had the foolish look of a poem, which was somewhat similar to Gong Mingchuan's in the past.
In this world, was there really a man who would love her to the point of loneliness, love her to the point of becoming a disaster, love her to the point of worrying about personal gains and losses, love her to the point of emptiness becoming an illness?
A man's complicated gaze suddenly flashed in his mind, Gong Mingchuan.
Apart from him, who else would love her to become an illness?
At this moment, his phone rang. It was actually Gong Mingchuan calling.
Touching her phone, Le Youyou revealed a self-deprecating smile.
He hid so deeply and acted so terrifyingly. How do you know who he is now and whether he loves her or not?
Perhaps, the man who loves her deeply is already dead, but she has always been kept in the dark. . .
The young Yeh Zhan laughed again. "Then which man have you loved, to the point of being lonely?"
Le Youyou shook her head and refused to answer.
Next, Yeh Zhan introduced the situation of the White Sand Gang to Le Youyou. The number one gang in Country Z, the mysterious leader and the wide circle of people made the White Sand Gang full of legends and mysteriousness, and he was just a small boss of the White Sand Gang in Jiang City.
He also introduced his background. His family background was not bad, but his parents died early, and he became a gangster after graduating from high school.
In the end, he asked Le Youyou to introduce a partner to him. It was best to be more innocent. Otherwise, he would be worried. He hated it when women gave him troubles.
The young Yeh Zhan kept rambling on and on like a chatterbox. Le Youyou was absent-minded when she heard him.
She had been waiting for the people who came to pick her up from the prison. She did not expect that the bodyguards suddenly stood up and shouted behind her, "Young Master, why are you here?"
She turned her head and saw Gong Mingchuan.
A man that she loved and feared.
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