: Life is always a long and regretful life, and the water will grow east (28)

Author: Yaoli

: Life is always a long and regretful life, and the water will grow east (28)

He raised his eyes, looked at Yan Ran's face with aggrieved gaze, and whispered: "You have changed, you wouldn't have disliked me so much before."

Yan Ran laughed meaningfully, and patted his face with a warm palm jokingly, "Speak well, don't always say that there are any or not."

Yue Ling couldn't help but squint his eyes. The place he was touched was as numb as if it had passed electricity.

After smoking the cigarette, Yan Ran rejected the wine that Yue Ling raised, and sat up straight: "No more drinking, it's too late, I should leave."

After saying this, Yan Ran pressed Yue Ling's shoulder and reminded him.

This made Yue Ling unhappy.

Why are you leaving before you even took it?

It was still early, and Yan Ran was not like this before. Now it is so difficult to call out and go back so early, which makes people wonder if it is really as the rumor says.

Yue Ling didn't believe it very much, but now hesitated.

"I finally came out once. If you leave, how shameless I would be?" He bit the cigarette in his mouth, his eyes were blurred and clear, and a hint of dissatisfaction appeared in his smile. "Is there anyone waiting at home? I'm so anxious to go back."

It’s true that someone at home is. Will you wait entirely on that person’s mood?

But to be honest, Yan Ran really doesn't like this kind of place very much, it's stuffy, hot and boring.

Yan Ran put down her sleeves, her clothes were buttoned up, her voice was careless, and she felt an inexplicable soothing: "I have some serious business tomorrow, so you can go back early."

Yue Ling was still unhappy, his face darkened, and he still said nothing. When Yan Ran was about to leave, he only said one sentence: "Then I'll call you next time, don't stop coming."

Yan Ran had already stood up, the lights above her head were colorful. Under such gorgeous light, the cold and white face still had a thrilling feeling when she smiled.

"Okay, I'll come when I have time."

Yue Ling was not good at it, and only felt that the depression in his heart was suddenly dispelled by this smile. No unhappiness was gone. He was dizzy as if he was soaked in a honey pot. He knew that after a long time, he couldn't get enough.

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The Chinese New Year is coming, and the streets on the roadside are full of joy. Everyone who works hard outside is back to reunite. It is lively and the red is full of joy.

Fu Ji has been staying in the villa all the time. Every time Yan Ran comes back, he is there, and it seems that he has never left.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and Fu Ji is still here.

Yan Ran couldn't help asking: "Don't you go home for the New Year?"

Fu Ji was painting, with paint on his fingers, "I'll go back in the afternoon."

Yan Ran said yes.

In the afternoon, Yan Ran got off work very early and the company was on holiday. She went to the supermarket to buy some New Year's goods.

Fu Ji packed up some things and prepared to go home, but there was nothing to clean up. He didn't bring anything when he came, and he was almost empty-handed when he left.

As soon as I left the door, the cold wind whistled, and the coldness thundered, dispelling the only trace of heat left on my body. The slanted branches swayed in the wind, and the ink shadows fell all over the ground.

Tiny snowflakes fell, and a layer of not very thin snow was piled up on the ground.

It was like the young man walking in such a scene of snowflakes flying and cold wind whistling, holding things in both hands, and his steps were a little anxious, so he rushed over in a hurry.

Fu Ji stood under the eaves, unable to touch a trace of snowflakes.

Yan Ran must have been a little anxious. His tone was not very stable when he spoke, and he was a little breathing.

"These are all New Year's goods, so I'll take them back to say hello to my parents." She held another bag of things in her hand: "This is the snack you prefer. Many stores have been closed and have not been able to buy them recently. Take them home to eat."

Fu Ji was stunned and subconsciously caught them. These bags of things were very heavy, and it was obvious that he had prepared a lot.

There was a layer of snow on Yan Ran's hair and shoulders. When he came over just now, it was not convenient to carry things in both hands, so he couldn't hold an umbrella.

The driver was a step slower, holding an umbrella in his hand, and there was no way to support Yan Ran, so Yan Ran hurried over.

A faint smile appeared on the cold and white face, and the voice was clear and soft, just like the summer wind.

"Go back quickly and have fun for a few days."

What she said was naturally like her own child going out to play for a few days, and she would always wait for him to come back in this place.

He is not duckweed, he has a home.

Fu Ji's mind was chaotic, and Yan Ran had one instruction and one action.

Yan Ran asked him to leave, but he left blankly. The driver held an umbrella for him and prevented him from getting a piece of snowflakes.

Halfway through, for some reason, Fu Ji turned his head and looked at it again.

Yan Ran was still standing in the original place, and his light-colored pupils were watching him walk away quietly, and when he saw him turn around, he waved his hand.

It was obvious that the distance between the two was not close, but Fu Ji seemed to see the gentleness between the young man's eyebrows and eyes clearly. The shallow light fell into Yan Ran's eyes, making her eyes more magnificent, colorful and very confusing.

Her voice also came, breaking through the cold and coming to his ears.

"Come back early."

Until he got on the car, Fu Ji was still a little relieved, his heart was turbulent, as if a stone had been thrown into the calm lake of heart, causing ripples.

His hands and feet were cold, and the air he exhaled was also cold, but he felt a wonderful warm current suddenly wandering in his body, scattering in every corner of his body, and running towards his heart.

The car window rose and the heating in the carriage flowed. Through the dark window, he saw Yan Ran standing in the bitter cold wind. Her thin figure hit the softest corner of his heart in an instant.

At that moment, he actually felt that Yan Ran was very lonely. His figure looked so slender and fragile, as if the wind would be blown away a little bit louder.

The car drove slowly, and Yan Ran's voice became farther and farther away until it disappeared.

[Ding! The villain's blackening rate has reached 65%!]

Fu Ji looked at the New Year's goods beside him, his eyes were dim and unclear.

While waiting for the traffic light, the driver sighed, feeling an indescribable melancholy: "It seems that Mr. Xiao Yan is another person this year."

The driver obviously misunderstood and thought that Fu Ji was Yan Ran's person and would be with Yan Ran.

Fu Ji's eyes shifted from the scenery outside the car window to the rearview mirror and looked at the driver's face.

The driver seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and then said, "Don't look at Mr. Xiao Yan's status and good family background, in fact, there is no one around him who speaks. Mr. Yan is away all year round and has basically never come back. He doesn't even come back to see him during the Chinese New Year. Those who don't know think Mr. Xiao Yan is not his son."

The driver said all the way, and it seemed that he had been by Yan Ran for a long time, and it was also obvious that he was very loyal to Yan Ran.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!