Chapter 4782 (1/2)

Thinking of that possibility, the blood color on Song Qingyang's face faded instantly. His throat seemed to be stuffed with a handful of bran, so that he couldn't spit out a word. After a long time, he swallowed the choking in his throat. His lips trembled and asked, ”what are you doing?”

”I think you've seen it.” When Meng Yilang didn't want to use his mind before, he chose not to see many things. Now he doesn't want to pretend to be stupid. Naturally, he saw a lot of things he didn't want to see in the past. For example, song Qingyang soon fell from the 18th line to the third line after he was with him. Now he uses himself to climb up.

Anning has not used her own resources for so long, but song Qingyang has used more resources for half a year than Anning for five years.

When Anning talked to herself, she never said a word she liked, but her words and deeds seemed to say what she liked.

Song Qingyang likes you when he talks to himself, but his words and deeds seem to prefer the convenience and resources brought by his identity.

Sometimes, sincerity and hypocrisy are really easy to distinguish. For example, at the moment, Anning looks so sad, but Meng Yilang's heart is like a stone. It doesn't touch at all. She even feels a little annoyed and wants her to shut up.

”I want to separate.” Meng Yilang stood in place with a cold expression, as if it were the more ancient ice of the Arctic glacier. I don't know how many years of accumulated cold suddenly burst out, which made song Qingyang shiver all over.

This sentence was finally said.

Meng Yilang was relieved.

Song Qingyang's heart was like being trampled on the ground, broken into slag, and then ground into powder.

Song Qingyang's heart hurts. She looks at Meng Yilang.

Meng Yilang's face was expressionless. There was no pet on Zhang Junlang's face. Some were just boundless cold. The cold came to song Qingyang from all directions. Song Qingyang was so cold that she couldn't help shivering. She trembled and wanted to shout out, but she was afraid that Meng Yilang wouldn't like it after her voice, so she had to bear it.

Song Qingyang asked, ”can we not break up?”

”I'm tired.” Meng Yilang looked at Song Qingyang's face and said without emotion: ”what's more, you are with me not because you like me, but because I am a Meng family, because of the resources in my hand.”

Song Qingyang's lips moved and wanted to say no, but she did win a lot of resources with Meng Yilang. This sentence is not. She has no confidence.

Seeing that song Qingyang was silent, Meng Yilang continued: ”you should know what my temper is after following me for more than half a year. Just take the advantage and go. Let's get together and break up. If you want to make trouble...”

Meng Yilang's eyes condensed ice layer by layer, like a bone piercing steel knife, scraping song Qingyang's bones cold.

With the last words, Meng Yilang said the last sentence: ”the assistant will come to get my things tomorrow.”

Meng Yilang left without looking back, and song Qingyang was no longer the woman he once liked.

Song Qingyang was thus abandoned by Meng Yilang.

Song Qingyang was tired and wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry. She wanted to scold, but she didn't know who to scold. But a moment later, song Qingyang scolded a few words of peace.

Song Qingyang doesn't dare to blame Meng Yilang, because she can't provoke Meng Yilang, so she puts all her mistakes on Anning.

If it weren't for peace, Meng Yilang wouldn't break up with himself.

Song Qingyang looked at the things in her mobile phone and her heart crossed.