Chapter 921: His Yanyan Is Gone?

Chen Jiahang came out of the vegetable market, holding a bag of minced meat and a bunch of green onions.

He took all these into the car, drove to a flower shop, and chose a bunch of beautiful roses from the flower shop.

Yanyan seemed very unhappy yesterday. He asked her why, but she didn't say anything. Thinking that women like flowers, he also bought a bunch of flowers, hoping that she would be happier when she saw them.

Chen Jiahang carried the vegetables in one hand and the bouquet of bright red roses in the other. There were ninety-nine roses, wrapped in a big heart shape, which was very beautiful.

It was already past noon, and he thought she should have prepared the meal and waited for him.

When he arrived at the door of his house, Chen Jiahang took out the key to open the door as usual, and then took out his slippers from the shoe cabinet and changed into them.

"Yanyan..." he shouted.

No one responded.

"Yanyan..." Chen Jiahang shouted again.

However, for a long time, there was still no response.

Not at home?

Chen Jiahang frowned and put the vegetables and flowers in his hand on the coffee table.

He turned around and went to the kitchen.

She was not there.

So he went to the bedroom again, and there was still no one there.

At this time, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and quickly dialed her number.

However, the phone only rang once, and soon there was a system prompt:

- Hello, the number you dialed cannot be connected for the time being, please call again later.

Can't get through?

Chen Jiahang was stunned and stared at the screen of the mobile phone in confusion. Soon, he called again.

- Hello, the number you dialed cannot be connected for the time being, please call again later.

What's going on?

Chen Jiahang held the mobile phone tightly in his hand, frowning tightly, his eyes full of doubts and faint worries.

Suddenly, his eyes glanced at the big bed next to him, and he also saw the white paper in the middle of the bed.

Paper?

Chen Jiahang suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he realized something, he hurried to the bed, stretched out his hand and picked up the white paper.

Soon, he found that there were many words written on the white paper, densely packed with more than a dozen lines.

Chen Jiahang read word by word, and the more he read, the paler his face became, and his eyes opened wider and wider.

When he saw the last word, his eyes were already filled with tears. He stood there in a daze, his face pale, and the letter trembled in his hands.

His Yanyan, gone? ?

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In the waiting room of Mingcheng Airport, He Xiyan held the mobile phone tightly in her hand. She looked at the number that was dialed, a number that she could recite backwards.

She stroked her chest with her hand, which was twitching and painful.

"I'm sorry, Jiahang." She said in her heart, and her hand slid to reject again.

Every time he called, she slid to reject.

After a while, the ringtone of the mobile phone turned into the sound of message notification, one after another, and rang several times in a row.

He Xiyan stared at the screen of the mobile phone and saw the messages he sent, one after another:

—— Yanyan, where are you, go home first, okay?

—— I saw the letter you wrote, don't worry, I won't care about your past.

——In fact, I knew your identity the day I recovered my memory. I knew your original name was He Xiyan, and I also knew that you had two children, Yuanyuan and Xixi.

——I said that even if my family objects, I will marry you. We said we would be together for the rest of our lives, Yanyan, you can't just break up unilaterally and leave like this. "