Wen Li rejected the untimely "marriage proposal" in the ward, she said "I don't" many times in a row, I don't want to marry you, don't get married, don't sign the contract to Dong Cheng.

The decisive tone and attitude caused Chen Hezheng's black eyes to go out suddenly, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing, as if the "phone breakup" scene five years ago was repeated again.

I couldn't tell whether it was a quarrel or a cold war. In short, the relationship froze like that.

After returning home, Wen Li had a long night of dreams, all of which were many years ago, all kinds of causes and effects, people are not things, after waking up, the corners of the eyes were wet, and the heart felt empty one after another.

Her ears seemed to still be able to hear the sound of fireworks rising into the sky on New Year's Eve. The more the crowd boiled, the quieter she became, and the accumulation of sorrow and sorrow in her eyes turned into a long-lasting longing for another person.

She obviously likes him so much, she likes him so much, why does she always bring him harm.

Five years ago, he was injured and his life and death were uncertain; five years later, he was criticized and labeled with many embarrassing labels.

Wen Li remembered that she had heard a Cantonese song, and there was a line in it——

"However, Heavenly Father is not sympathetic to good people. When I opened my eyes, there was no bright light to guide me."

Chen Hezheng is obviously such a good person, he loves and is loved, he is sincere, why can't he always get sympathy?

It's not fair.

Wen Li suffered from a hangover, and his emotions sank to the bottom. At the same time, he also wanted to understand something——

Her entanglement with the Jiang family, Wen Qi's death due to miscarriage, these inside stories were well hidden at the time, the media never reported them, and only the parties involved knew about them.Why did it suddenly appear on the Internet and be tampered with beyond recognition?

Wen Li asked Du Xinpeng and lawyer Du to meet at the coffee shop.

A few years later, this "Tong Yu's No. 1 defender" is still the same, with a long thin face and a personable demeanor. In private, he can't see the sonorous aura in court at all.

Regardless of the "Wen Qi case", "Jiang Yinglin case", or Chen Hezheng's prosecution of more than 20,000 Internet users, Du Xinpeng participated in it. Wen Li simply mentioned a few words, and he understood.

"Are you going to visit Jiang Yinglin?" Du Xinpeng thought for a moment, did not refuse, and made a suggestion, "I think it's better for Little Chen to always come forward for such matters."

Holding a small spoon, Wen Li smashed the white latte art on the surface of the coffee, and said slowly: "Jiang Yinglin, like Ye Qingshi, is jealous and hateful of Chen Hezheng, if A Zheng asks, he won't tell the truth.Maybe I can ask something."

She vaguely remembered that Jiang Yinglin liked her a little bit.Perhaps, this liking can be used to take advantage of it.

Du Xinpeng looked at her, and suddenly asked: "Miss Wen didn't do these things just for herself, did she?"

Wen Li's fingertips are white and soft, sticking to the wall of the coffee cup, almost blending with the color of bone china.

Looking at the bright sunlight outside the window, she said softly: "When you love someone enough, you will want to protect him. Even if your strength is weak and small, even if you are like a car, you still want to do something for him."

Du Xinpeng has a strong network, and it is easy for him to arrange visits to the prison.

In Chengnan Prison, the sun slanted down, and there was a cold silence in the visiting room.

Wen Li sat alone, his palms wet with sweat.Until the figure of the prison guard appeared and the sound of the chains being dragged across the ground came, she subconsciously tensed her back, and her heartbeat was suspended.

It wasn't until this moment that Wen Li realized that the fear that Jiang Yinglin had brought to her had already penetrated deep into her bones.She couldn't forget the fire that ignited on the pirate's body, and she couldn't forget the red blanket made of blood under Chen Hezheng's body.

Almost, just a little bit, he was going to kill the person she loved the most - this cognition lingered in Wen Li's heart, made her hate it thoroughly, and made her fear it for many years.

If possible, she would never see Jiang Yinglin again for the rest of her life.But now, she had to come to see him, even if she was trembling with fear, she had to try her best to endure it.

Through the thick special glass, Jiang Yinglin sat down slowly.

After not seeing him for a few years, he basically got rid of the problem of drug addiction, but he became thinner even more.All the hair is shaved, revealing the blue skin, and the face is protruding, a bit wild, a bit stubborn, and more of a kind of heavy yin, especially vicious.

Wen Li hardly dared to look at him, hesitated, and picked up the communicator on the table.

Jiang Yinglin said calmly, "I knew you would definitely come."

"Those news," Wen Li bit his lip and lowered his voice, "You spread it out? You taught them how to use me to make trouble for Chen Hezheng!"

The visiting room was monitored and recorded. Jiang Yinglin glanced in the direction of the prison guards, and tapped on the glass in front of him with handcuffed hands.Wen Li had to raise her eyes, she saw that his three fingers were broken and then stitched together.

Jiang Yinglin thought for a while, and then slowly said: "Three months ago, a distant uncle came to see me and remitted a sum of money to my labor reform account. He said that as long as I 'be obedient', the money will be paid every month."There are. For the exact information, you can check the transfer records."

"'Uncle' asked me if I was still thinking about those things in the past. If you still can't let go, you can talk to him and tell him everything. He will listen patiently and help me 'find a way'."

Jiang Yinglin scratched the glass a few times with his fingers, and Wen Li recognized that he was writing, which was the word "Chen".

Wen Li wanted to smash the chair under him on his face, gritted his teeth and cursed, "Jiang Yinglin, get out."

Jiang Yinglin raised his hand, tapped on the place where the word "Chen" was written on the glass, and continued: "I will cooperate with that 'uncle', not for the transfer of money, but because I know that as long as this person is in trouble, you will definitely come to see me—you see, this is coming.”

Wen Li's palms were cold, almost trembling, and said in a hoarse voice: "What's the point of not seeing me? Your family is ruined, don't I? What did I do wrong to be hurt by you again and again?"

"That's why I want to see you again," Jiang Yinglin looked at her. "I really want Chen to die. I still think so, but that's between me and him. To you——Wen Li—I have protected you.”

Wen Li hated to the point of laughing, she turned her eyes away.

Jiang Yinglin raised her voice and emphasized, "I have protected you!"

The prison guard called Jiang Yinglin's prison number to remind him to pay attention to discipline.

Jiang Yinglin's eyes were red, and he put one hand on the glass, "The day Jiang Ruitian attacked you, I was the one who stopped him and saved you. It was also I who opened the door of the study and let Wen Qi in, giving her a chance to take revenge. Otherwise,The two of you sisters will definitely fall into Jiang Ruitian's hands and be used by him, life would be worse than death."

Those past events that she least wanted to recall were touched by Jiang Yinglin and attacked her again. Wen Li seemed to smell the anesthetic on the towel again.

She threw down the intercom, got up, and hurriedly walked out of the visiting room, wishing to block her ears so that she would never hear a word he said.

The special bulletproof glass has a good sound insulation effect. Jiang Yinglin clenched his fist and smashed it, shouting hysterically, "Wen Li, I saved you!"

He exhausted all his strength to pass through the glass, and the sound that came out was a weak mosquito humming, which dissipated when the wind blew.

After Jiang Ruitian's accident, Jiang Yinglin ambushed Chen Hezheng in Wu Cheng, until he was arrested, sentenced, and imprisoned. For a long time, Jiang Yinglin had no chance to see Wen Li, or rather, she didn't see her.

When the distant uncle found him, Jiang Yinglin was immediately moved because he knew that this was his last chance to see Wen Li.

Last chance.If you miss it, there will be no more.

There are some things that he must tell her face to face, hoping she can remember them forever——

Lili, I have protected you.

He is a rotten person, as rotten as Jiang Ruitian, the only bit of humanity, the only thing that is not so rotten, he took it out and gave it to Wen Li, to the person who once made his heart move.

Hearing the sound, the prison guards broke in and pushed the out-of-control Jiang Yinglin to the ground. His face was buried in the dust, drowning all expressions.

Outside the prison gate, the long street was empty, and two black cars were parked on the side of the road.One of them was Du Xinpeng's car, Wen Li recognized it, and the other one——

She moved her eyes and looked over.

Autumn is coming, and the sun is particularly strong, falling on Chen Hezheng's shoulders.He was leaning against the car door, with a slender figure, wearing a black shirt and trousers, adding a sense of stature, experience and calmness.

When he heard the sound of the iron door opening and closing, he raised his gaze and pointed it over sharply. There was a dark depth in his pupils, like the night sky and the ocean.

There was no one on the long street, the light and shadow were faint, and Wen Li's eyes met him through the passing wind.

Time suddenly became very slow, in a trance, and light, and Wen Li felt that she had returned to five years ago, back to the day when Tang He left the headquarters building alone.

She had just lost her family affection, and then ruined her love with her own hands. Since then, she has been alone and has no one to rely on.

Memories and reality are alternately entangled, double the emotion, double the pain.

The urge to burst into tears welled up, and she ran over to hug him, which became her only perception at the moment.

So, she really did.

Wen Li hugged him with all his strength, tears welling up in his eyes overflowed uncontrollably, falling on Chen Hezheng's black shirt and his collar, wetting his neck.

The wind blows and blows, messes up the hair, and blows the red eyes.

Wen Li clutched the clothes on his body tightly, refusing to let go, calling him in a hoarse and wet voice, "A Zheng."

Chen Hezheng's arm was hanging by his side indifferently, but not on Wen Li's back. He lowered his head, with a vague expression, and asked her, "Did Jiang Yinglin scare you?"

Wen Li was filled with too many emotions, so he could only pick the most important thing first and tell him: "Go and check the account Jiang Yinglin used in prison. Those who bought the news have transferred money to him. Liang Jing or Ye Qingshi, definitelyIt's one of those two."

All foxes have tails, as long as they grasp the handle, they will be uprooted sooner or later.

After saying that, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent for a few seconds.

Wen Li noticed something, she let go of him, stepped back slowly, and saw his eyes.

"How did you come to prison?" she asked.

Chen Hezheng's expression remained calm, "Du Lv told me that you are strange, scared and brave. I'm worried, come and have a look."

Wen Li nodded, because of his concern, her heartbeat was sore and soft.

A Zheng treats her with tenderness above all else.

The air was inexplicably stagnant, the wind was blowing sand and dust repeatedly, and the eye sockets were wet and painful.

Wen Li stared at him for a long time, and said softly, "Are you angry that I didn't promise to marry you?"

Chen Hezheng looked down at her for a while, then shook his head, and said slowly, "I've never been angry with you, and I'm not angry."

Wen Li bit her lip subconsciously.

Chen Hezheng's eyes were so deep, they fell on her face, "I'm just a little sad."

Wen Li didn't speak, the fingers hanging by his side were icy and cold.

"Do you know what it's like to be sad?" Chen Hezheng looked at her red eyes, and said every word slowly and clearly, "Not angry, just hurt."

The author has something to say:

I'm a little tired today, and don't have many words. will try to write as much as possible tomorrow.

The remaining main task【Beat the bad guys, coax A Zheng】

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