Jiu Ye, little ancestor, she is crazy

The next day, the sun shone through the clouds, bringing a touch of warmth to the world.

Fu Jiuyan found Bo Ling. When he saw her, his eyes instantly became extremely gentle, as if she was the only one in his eyes, and there was deep love in his eyes.

"I can let the Tang family go, but I have a condition. I wonder if you can agree to it." Fu Jiuyan said softly, with a hint of expectation in his tone.

Bo Ling looked at him quietly without saying anything, just waiting quietly for him to continue.

"As long as you agree to my conditions, I will stop all actions immediately." Fu Jiuyan added, his voice low and magnetic.

Bo Ling was thinking silently, wondering in her heart what Fu Jiuyan's conditions were.

Could it be that, as she thought, he wanted her to reconsider their relationship? This thought surprised her, and even frightened her.

Fu Jiuyan noticed the change in Bo Ling's expression and asked with concern, "What's wrong? What are you thinking about? Why did your face suddenly turn pale?"

Fu Jiuyan realized that his words might have frightened Bo Ling, and quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to scare you. But this is indeed what I want.

However, I can now explain to you the reasons behind all this. I hope you can understand my good intentions. "

Bo Ling took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and nodded to show that he was willing to listen.

When Bo Ling heard this, the tenderness on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of indifference.

Her tone became unusually cold: "Why, Master Jiu, do you want me to be your mistress? When did Master Jiu develop such a fetish? But unfortunately, I don't have such a fetish."

If we talk about emotional matters, Bo Ling feels that she does not owe Jiu Ye anything.

She didn't know what Jiu Ye heard, but what she heard with her own ears was that Jiu Ye and Miss Dai were married and had a child.

She never imagined that the man who once swore love to her would eventually make her lose so completely.

Now, Jiu Ye wanted her to believe that his love for her was pure and true, which made Bo Ling extremely angry. "Don't you think this is too much, Jiu Ye?"

Bo Ling's eyes were full of questioning, and she continued, "Aren't you afraid that your wife will be sad when she finds out?

Moreover, since your wife is about to give birth, it means that you still love her. Without love, how could your wife get pregnant? "

Fu Jiuyan was deeply hurt by Bo Ling's words. He didn't understand what Bo Ling was thinking and why she was so resistant to being with him.

Bo Ling continued, "If Master Jiu still can't forget the past relationship, then I'm sorry, I'll just have to consider it as me letting Master Jiu down!

But please let the Tang family go. From now on, we won't meet again, and don't look for me anymore." Her voice was firm.

Bo Ling took a deep breath and continued, "Live your life well, and I sincerely wish you a happy life.

If you refuse to let go of the Tang family, then sorry, Master Jiu, I, Bo Ling, will not show mercy. I am not your plaything, someone who wants to take me away can take me away."

After saying these words, Bo Ling turned and left the cafe without looking back.

Fu Jiuyan sat there, staring blankly at the direction where Bo Ling had left, with an unspeakable pain welling up in his heart. He knew that this time, he might really have lost Bo Ling.

He recalled every moment they had spent together, and those beautiful memories flooded into his heart like a tide.

But now, everything has become the past and can never go back to the past.

Fu Jiuyan sat silently, his mind racing. He didn't know how to face this outcome, let alone what path to take in the future.

He just felt like his heart was being torn apart, and the pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He sat there quietly, as if time had stopped, and bits and pieces of his time with Bo Ling kept emerging in his mind.

These memories flooded into his mind like a tide, and he fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he took a deep breath, as if he had made a difficult decision.

He knew that letting go might be the best thing for Bo Ling, for himself, and for their past love.

Although he still felt reluctant, he understood that some things could no longer be undone.

He slowly picked up his phone and sent a short message, ordering his men to stop all actions against the Tang family.

This decision meant that he gave up the opportunity for revenge, but it also gave Bo Ling freedom and peace.

Then he slowly stood up, his steps steady yet a little heavy.

He walked out of the cafe step by step and blended into the bustling crowd. His eyes were firm and resolute, as if he had let go of everything in the past.

However, only he himself knew that the love, hatred and resentment deep in his heart had not really dissipated, but were simply buried deep in his heart.

Fu Jiuyan's figure gradually disappeared in the vast crowd, and every step he took was full of determination and helplessness.

Bo Ling's words were like a sharp sword, severing his last ray of hope. He understood that some things, once lost, could never be recovered.

The autumn wind blew, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.

They seem to be telling the world about the irretrievable past, and those once beautiful times have now become distant memories.

Fu Jiuyan knew that at certain moments in life, once missed, they were gone forever. And now, letting go might be the only thing he could do for Bo Ling.

In the interweaving of love and responsibility, Fu Jiuyan chose respect, chose fulfillment, chose concession, and also chose loneliness.

He protected Bo Ling in his own way, even though this love was no longer complete.

And his story will continue to circulate in this city and become a topic of conversation among people after dinner.

Fu Jiuyan walked on this familiar street, his heart filled with loss and sadness.

Every corner seemed to be filled with the good times he and Bo Ling had spent together, and those memories pierced his heart like a knife.

However, he could only endure the pain and try to remain calm on the surface so as not to let others see the turmoil in his heart.

A drizzle began to fall from the sky, as if the heavens also felt his sadness and shed tears for his lost love.

Fu Jiuyan raised his head, looked at the gloomy sky, and forced a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

He tightened his collar, trying to resist the sudden chill, but he knew that the real chill came from deep within his heart, where the irreparable loss made him feel extremely lonely and helpless.

He took a deep breath and continued to walk forward with heavy steps. Every step was like a farewell to the past, and every drop of rain was like a baptism for the future.

Although he knew that he could not go back to the past and could not stop moving forward, the pain in his heart still lingered.

The street lights gradually brightened, illuminating his lonely figure. The coolness of the autumn rain seeped through his clothes, making him feel cold.