Chapter 1969 The High-Cold Learning God of Bullies and Scumbags (162)

The nanny was a little scared when she saw Xia Hanyang's face.

She hurriedly said, "Just now she took my key, rushed out suddenly, and locked the door."

Xia Hanyang stared blankly at the living room, then took a few steps back.

She ran away again.

Like six years ago, he opened the door full of joy.

But suddenly she felt that she was not there.

The sense of emptiness that had hit his brain with despair shattered his entire life.

Xia Hanyang retreated to the door and slammed the door shut after walking out.

He leaned against the door, forcing himself to calm down.

She can't run far.

He is not the immature he was six years ago, and he can definitely find her.

He wanted to find her and tell her that he knew it was wrong.

Not that she left him.

It was he who lost her.

Xia Hanyang was full of plans to find people, but he couldn't move against the door, his mind was still buzzing.

His face had never been this white before, and the tragic whiteness made him look extremely haggard.

He tugged at his hair with trembling fingers.

It seemed that only this senseless action could make him calm down.

But the scene of her leaving still brought him back to the desperate nightmare six years ago.

Xia Hanyang stared blankly at the stairs.

It seems that the next moment, she will be able to appear back.

I don't know how long, he suddenly woke up, immediately went to get his mobile phone, and finally had the strength to make himself act to find someone.

But the movement was too hasty. With a shake of his hand, the phone slipped out and was thrown away by him more than a meter.

Xia Hanyang hurriedly lowered his head to get it.

He heard a ding, and the elevator door opened.

He didn't think much, just picked up the phone in a hurry, and dialed the assistant's number.

"Get over here, find someone, who? Who else could it be, my wife."

He spoke too hastily, his lips were bruised by his teeth.

Suddenly he stopped, and a pair of feet without shoes came up to him.

The toes under the ankle are stained with dust. .

The ankle is delicate and fragile like a brittle jade.

Xia Hanyang still lowered his head, his posture of holding the mobile phone did not change, and the assistant asked repeatedly.

But he couldn't hear a word.

Suddenly, a voice like the sound of nature sounded.

"Xia Hanyang, are you looking for someone?"

Xia Hanyang slowly raised his eyes.

The bright lights in the hallway shone brightly in his eyes.

Bai Weiwei, dressed in home clothes, seemed to have walked a long way barefoot, and finally returned to him.

Her eyes were calm and bright, and the mist was as clean as morning dew.

It seems that he looks stupid.

Bai Weiwei couldn't help but let out a smile.

Eyebrows stretched, with a hint of relaxed vigor.

Xia Hanyang loosened his fingers and the phone fell to the ground, cracking the screen.

He took a few steps forward and opened his arms to hug her into his arms.

Time suddenly stopped, and the world seemed to stop at this moment and no longer run.

Xia Hanyang's eyes were red, and he whispered, "I'm back, Weiwei."

This sentence passed through six years.

Finally spoke out.

On that day six years ago, he pushed the door open and hadn't seen her.

He shouted, "Weiwei, I'm back."

But she left.

Bai Weiwei's fingers seemed a little hesitant, but finally fell on his back and hugged him.

Then her voice was gentle and calm: "Well, Xia Hanyang."

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System: "Why not return to reality?"

Bai Weiwei is bending over to wear sneakers, and Xia Hanyang wants to take her to exercise.

When she heard the system's words, she moved for a while, and the shoelaces were wrong.