As Yang Fei expected, Han Yiyi's sad story was nothing more than love but not getting it, and love but not having any results.

When she was in college, she met a sunny and handsome young man. The young man came from the northwest countryside, had a firm personality, and worked hard to study.

After graduation, the young man returned to his hometown in the northwest, and was far away from Shang Haiyuan.

One of the young man's favorite songs is "Will you still love me tomorrow?" On the day of separation, he took the train and sang the song affectionately to Han Yiyi who was seeing him off on the platform.

Like many college students who have ended in vain, the story between them is gone.

"That day, he wrote me a letter saying that his family was so poor that he only had a cave, and said that he and I were from two worlds and that he could not give me happiness. He also sent a photo with the letter, which was his wedding photo with another woman. He said that he married a local rural woman, and only such a woman could he deserve..."

Yang Fei listened quietly. Such a story is really old-fashioned.

"I read the letter and was in a bad mood, so I cried on your shoulder that day."

"Oh? That's the breakup letter you received that day?"

"It's not a question of breaking up, neither of me nor him held hands."

"No way?"

"Really, he didn't even skip dancing. He only knew how to learn, for fear of wasting time on other things."

"Then why are you hurting? Isn't this considered a hobby?"

"Not love? Then what is love?"

Yang Fei couldn't explain clearly, is the platonic spiritual love really not love?

In order to enlighten her, Yang Fei smiled and said, "At least we have to hold hands, right?"

Han Yiyi was stunned for a moment, then realized that Yang Fei was joking and couldn't help but smile: "It makes sense. Then we have held hands, and it's more than once!"

Yang Fei smiled and said, "If you can laugh, it means it's really over."

The relationship between the two became closer.

That inadvertent encounter and dancing were like a warm memory, enough to bring the two people closer.

After dancing for an hour, Yang Fei and Han Yiyi came out.

Han Yiyi's mood recovered, and her voice was as pleasant as a silver bell when she smiled.

When I arrived at the street, the wind suddenly became strong and the cold made people wrap their coat tightly.

Han Yiyi's eyes suddenly stopped.

Yang Fei looked along her eyes and saw a Toyota car parked on the side of the road, with a man and a woman getting out of the car.

The man turned around and saw Han Yiyi, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Yang Fei asked, "Is this the young man?"

Han Yiyi nodded: "It's him."

"Didn't you say that he has returned to his hometown in the northwest?"

"That's what he said in the letter." Han Yiyi shook her head helplessly.

The expressions on a man's face are richer and more complex than Han Yiyi.

The woman beside him stretched out her right hand and twisted the man heavily: "Hey, when you see the fairy beauty, you can't move your eyes? Believe it or not, I'll dig out your eyes?"

The man said awkwardly: "Don't mess around, you're an acquaintance."

"Oh, do you still know such a beautiful woman? Tell me, who is she?" The woman refused to give in. Seeing that the man didn't say anything, she twisted her high heels and walked to Han Yiyi.

The woman was wearing high heels, but she was not as good as Han Yiyi. In order to show her momentum, she put her hands on her hips and stared at Han Yiyi: "Do you know my man? What's your relationship?"

Han Yiyi said: "Student."

"Oh, it turns out to be a classmate! No wonder he is thinking about it and is looking forward to the class reunion! He probably wants to see you, right?" the woman said sarcastically.

Han Yiyi said: "Where are you from?"

"Ala is from Shanghai. Hey, where is Alla from? Do you need it?" the woman said angrily.

"I've seen you." Han Yiyi said softly.

"Where have you seen me? I got married to Liu Weidong and I have never seen you."

"He sent me a wedding photo of you. You were thinner at that time, with only one chin."

"You dare to call me fat? You are so thin? I warn you, don't bother me!"

Han Yiyi said coldly: "You're thinking too much."

Liu Weidong came over and asked, "Yiyi, are you okay?"

Han Yiyi said: "I'm fine."

Liu Weidong said: "Where are you going? Do you need me to send you?"

Han Yiyi said: "No, thank you!"

Liu Weidong's wife had been jealous for a long time, and she reached out and twisted him, causing him to suck in the air conditioner.

"You still want to give her away? You still Yiyi, Yiyi shouted, how close it was! Do you think I am transparent? Or do you think I am air?" The woman had a pair of triangular eyes, her face was long horizontally, and she looked fierce and mean.

Liu Weidong glared at his wife angrily, but did not dare to get angry, and said to Han Yiyi: "Shanghai, who came from the past few years ago, is now the director of the sales department in a daily chemical raw material factory."

The woman added: "That factory belongs to my family! My dad is the factory manager!"

Liu Weidong's face was wiped out by the woman, but his wife was used to being strict with her, so she didn't dare to get angry at this moment.

Han Yiyi thought she would get angry, but instead smiled and said, "That's great."

At this time, the mouse had already stopped the taxi.

Yang Fei said: "Yiyi, you get in the car first?"

Han Yiyi smiled and said, "Boss, then we'll make up that way. Come to my house for dinner next time!"

Yang Fei said: "If you have the chance, you must go."

Han Yiyi didn't even look at Liu Weidong, waved goodbye to Yang Fei, and got on the taxi.

The mouse waved again and attracted a taxi.

The woman said to Liu Weidong: "I know who she is, it's Han Yiyi, the class beauty you often talk about? Look at her, what's the use of looking like a vase? After graduation for a few years, I don't even have a car, and I'm looking for a boyfriend, and I'm also a working group without a car! Tell you, you can only marry a good wife like me if you marry me. If you marry me, you have to work less for at least twenty years..."

Of course, Yang Fei was too lazy to argue with such ordinary things. He was about to get into a taxi when he suddenly saw a familiar Mercedes-Benz driving over.

It turns out that he is an acquaintance. This is the car of a vice-president of the purchasing department of China Toothpaste Factory.

Yang Fei and the vice president of procurement have met several times.

But the vice president of procurement firmly remembered the boss's appearance.

Before the driver could stop the car, he pushed open the door and walked over quickly, stretching out his hands from a distance: "Hello, boss, hello!"

Yang Fei shook hands with him and exchanged greetings.

When Liu Weidong saw the vice president of procurement, he came forward warmly as if he had seen his biological father, saying hello: "Hello Mr. Chen, do you still remember me? I am the sales manager of your supplier. I once invited you to dinner."

Mr. Chen didn't look at him directly, but just said coldly, smiled all over his face, and said to Yang Fei with a slight bent down: "Boss, I heard that you inspected the China Toothpaste Factory today. I happened to have something to do not stay in the factory. It would be better to meet him by chance than to invite him. Please give me a face and have a meal together, right?"

Yang Fei waved his hand: "I've eaten it. You can do it!"

After saying that, Yang Fei got into the taxi straight.

Mr. Chen pleased Yang Fei to close the car door, nodded and waved goodbye until he couldn't see the taxi.

This scene made Liu Weidong and his wife stunned, opened their mouths wide, and their chin was about to fall to the ground!
Chapter completed!