The man in the mirror is smiling, making people feel like they are in the spring breeze.
His hair is black and soft, his appearance is even jealous of women, and his bright and clear eyes make people dare not look directly.
He is the number one son of Yanjing, a handsome man who drives countless women crazy.
He has picturesque features, huge wealth, and talented people. He is not only the best leader among the younger generation, but also a well-known business tycoon among the older generation.
Perfect.
He is perfect enough.
The only flaws in life, even in the eyes of brother Xiao Lin, who hates evil, seem to be innocuous.
In fact, it was because of that flaw in his life that he got to this point.
Otherwise, wouldn't he be the most perfect and dreamy man?
But there are no ifs or otherwises in this world. God will not give people a chance. Once you choose, you have to go down, no matter whether there is a cliff or an abyss ahead.
Putting down her tools, Chen Xueqin stared blankly at the man in the mirror.
hatred.
She hates him.
To this day, she still harbors hatred in her heart.
But she knew clearly that he had been her favorite man, and she was willing to do anything for him. In her eyes, there was no other man in the world who could compare with him, but now, he was about to leave her. Pass away from this world.
It was she who poisoned him.
He said, if you want me to die, then I will die.
It was already evening, Ling Hong took Chengcheng home and watched animation with her in the living room. Chen Yifei glanced at himself in the mirror, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and smiled at Chen Xueqin behind the mirror: "Your skills are really impatient. "
Chen Xueqin twitched the corners of her lips and was speechless.
"Chengcheng is back." Chen Yifei stood up slowly, straightened his white suit, and said with a smile, "It's time to make dinner for him."
Chen Xueqin wanted to stop him.
He is not the only one in the Chen family who knows how to cook dinner. There is no need for him to do it himself tonight.
But she couldn't say it.
Except tonight, he had no chance to cook dinner for Chengcheng. She just opened the door for him when Chen Yifei got up.
"Thank you." Chen Yifei nodded lightly and walked out of the bedroom slowly.
...As usual, Chen Yifei did not cook dinner very quickly, but the dishes were extremely exquisite, rich, and delicious. Chengcheng had to eat a large bowl of rice before he was full, but Chen Yifei kept picking up dishes for him. I didn't even take two bites.
Ling Hong sat at the dining table, but ate less than Chen Yifei.
But Chen Xueqin didn't move her chopsticks at all.
She had no appetite, not at all, and her mood was extremely complicated. She could no longer tell what she thought of Chen Yifei.
hatred.
like.
regret.
She doesn't know.
She only knew that it was already too late, what was supposed to happen had already happened, and there was no way to reverse the coming fact.
"Daddy, your hair is black again." Chengcheng hugged Chen Yifei's arm and said with a smile, "Dads like Shanshan and Kongkong are much more handsome."
Chen Yifei smiled and pinched his cheek: "Really?"
"Of course." Chengcheng got into Chen Yifei's arms affectionately, "Chengcheng's daddy is the most handsome and best daddy in the world."
Chen Yifei smiled and touched Chengcheng's head, and said seriously: "Chengcheng, remember daddy told you that a man must learn to be independent, know how to take care of mommy, and protect his beloved."
Chengcheng tilted his head and said with a smile: "Of course I remember. Chengcheng remembers everything daddy said."
"Will Chengcheng listen to daddy?" Chen Yifei asked.
Chengcheng nodded heavily: "Listen, Chengcheng listens to daddy the most."
Chen Yifei smiled and kissed Chengcheng on the cheek.
"Daddy, the teacher told us a story today. How about I tell it to you tonight?" Chengcheng said with a pure smile.
"Okay, daddy will listen to Chengcheng tell stories tonight."
Chen Yifei's smile was a little stiff.
"Chengcheng, come here." Ling Hong stretched out her arms and said, "My godfather has something else to do, so don't disturb him."
When Chengcheng heard this, he retracted his head into Chen Yifei's arms, stuck out his tongue at Linghong and said, "No, daddy will watch cartoons with me every night."
Ling Hong opened her mouth but was speechless.
"Chengcheng, what do you want to see tonight?" Chen Yifei picked up Chengcheng and walked to the living room.
"Look at Calabash Baby." Chengcheng said excitedly, "I want to protect daddy like Calabash King Kong protects grandpa. I will beat up whoever dares to bully daddy in the future."
Chen Yifei smiled and said: "Daddy doesn't want Chengcheng to protect him. Daddy only wants Chengcheng to protect himself."
"Hehe," Chengcheng laughed, his face full of seriousness.
After watching the animation, Ling Hong forcibly took Chengcheng away to take a bath.
Before leaving, Chengcheng shouted to Chen Yifei, who was slowly getting up: "Daddy, Chengcheng will protect you like a gourd baby in the future." After saying that, he waved his little fist symbolically.
Chen Yifei laughed, with reluctance in his eyes.
Ling Hong took Chengcheng away, leaving him and Chen Xueqin alone in the living room. He stood up, and Chen Xueqin also stood up, looking at Chen Yifei with a complicated expression.
Chen Yifei turned around slowly, stared at Chen Xueqin tenderly, walked towards her step by step, and then said softly: "Xueqin, take care of yourself."
Chen Xueqin opened her mouth but was speechless.
"Beware, Bai Twelve."
…Creak.
The iron fence of the courtyard was pulled open, and Qiu Fei followed Chen Yifei out of the house.
The two walked slowly down the street, one behind the other, keeping a close distance.
This was suggested by Chen Yifei.
Take a part of the way and take the last part of the way.
There was only one person in Chen Yifei's life who told the truth, and that was Qiu Fei, whom the Bai family arranged to be by his side.
But Qiu Fei has never been a talkative person.
He talks very little. If not necessary, he can work with Chen Yifei all night without saying a word.
Breathing the fresh autumn air, Chen Yifei was in a good mood.
Everything was over. He couldn't help but stretch his body slightly, turned his head suddenly, and said to Qiu Fei, who had been with him for more than ten years: "I'm sorry."
"Sorry." Qiu Fei said confused.
"I can't wait for your battle." Chen Yifei smiled, "But I hope you can tell me the result by then."
Qiu Fei looked sad and nodded lightly: "No problem."
Chen Yifei smiled, turned around and said, "The party has started, it's time for me to go to Yanyuan."
"You could have," Qiu Fei said to Chen Yifei with his words knotted for the first time, "not to die."
"They can't kill you at all." Qiu Fei said fiercely, "Even if you don't kill them."
When Chen Yifei heard this, he just chuckled and said, "I can't kill your father-killing enemy. Even if he doesn't kill you, what will you do?"
Qiu Fei was stunned.
What should I do if I can't take revenge when I see the person who killed my father?
Chen Yifei smiled and shook his head: "These are no longer important."
Qiu Fei seemed to understand Chen Yifei.
Over the years, he has always felt that he didn't quite understand what Chen Yifei was thinking.
At this moment, he suddenly understood everything.
He is such a perfect person that he will not easily get angry at those who offend him.
So, how could he tolerate himself killing his closest brother?
How can he bear the thought of his dearest sister thinking about killing him all day long?
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
Messy but powerful footsteps came from behind. Qiu Fei, who was deep in thought, suddenly woke up and turned around.
Seventy or eighty European men, who could tell they were killers just by looking at their steps, walked towards the two of them, and Qiu Fei's face suddenly shuddered.
Chen Yifei turned his head, narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the killers that kept coming, and sighed softly: "It's unnecessary."
Qiu Fei, however, cast his gaze on Chen Yifei's face, and a stiff smile miraculously appeared on his face: "Let's go to your performance."
When Chen Yifei heard this, he was slightly worried and said: "Do you want to call someone?"
"No need." Qiu Fei suddenly laughed, his laughter piercing the sky, "Let me do one last thing for you."
Keng.
The black dragon spear penetrated the hard floor without any warning, and the gun body made a violent concussion sound involuntarily.
Buzz.
Half of the left-hand knife slipped into the palm of his hand. Qiu Fei suddenly raised his arm and shouted loudly: "With my left-hand knife, no one can touch you."
The words are bold and uninhibited, but they contain endless desolation.
He's always there.
He is about to die.
He reminded him more than once and even threatened Ling Hong with Chengcheng's life.
But in the end, he still embarked on this path.
His eyes were red and his face was distorted.
Chen Yifei stared deeply at Qiu Fei's slightly trembling back. For a long time, he bowed deeply: "I'm sorry, thank you."
