Ye Beibei stood in the square for a while, and finally took her mobile phone to send a text message to Jiang Yuezhou. She asked: Where are you? I am attending a classmate's wedding near your company. Do you have time to have lunch together?
But Jiang Yuezhou, who was always resolute, did not reply to her this time. Ye Beibei gradually became restless again. She called Jiang Yuezhou directly this time, but his mobile phone was turned off, and even his personal number
Can't get through.
The female voice on the receiver repeated over and over again: "Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off. Please call again later."
Ye Beibei felt that her feet were weak and she was dizzy. Her flesh and blood body was suddenly filled with lead. She could no longer stand and casually slumped down on a bench in the square.
Jiang Huixin's ambiguous phone call, Li Minglang's taunting to reveal the truth, and the crazy jealous speculations. These things were strung together into a dangerous thread, which made her uneasiness and fear expand little by little.
How she wished Jiang Yuezhou could be by her side at this time. Even if he was still cold and rigorous, even if he was still looking at her with some distance and patience, she would feel that it was a kind of spiritual comfort. But now she can't find him at all.
She couldn't even hear her voice, and it seemed like she was the only one left in the world.
The wind in the square was very strong, and the winter sunshine was also very cold. Ye Beibei felt very tired. There was music playing in a small shop next to the square, a very familiar song, filled with gentle sadness and loneliness. She subconsciously
I want to distinguish what the lyrics are about, "...the latte here is not like water, the night scene here is very impressive, the horizon is ten thousand feet...at the noisy three or four o'clock in the morning, but my dear, why are you not with me
, how much time can we waste... It's not enough to cope with the distance of not being able to hug you, my dear, why are you not by my side... I really want to be happy for you, but my dear, why are you not by my side..."
Ye Beibei sat there, finally shedding tears. In front of her eyes was the busiest street in the city, with a huge flow of people and dense vehicles. Through the blur of tears, she could see that the prosperous age was peaceful and colorful, but apart from shedding tears, she did nothing.
Can't do it either.
In fact, she has been optimistic since she was a child. Even though she was persecuted so miserably by Li Minglang as a child, she rarely cried. But since meeting Jiang Yuezhou, she seems to be crying all the time. At first, she cried in front of him, but later she knew that he didn't want to see him.
She hated seeing herself cry even more, so she didn't dare cry in front of him.
Ye Beibei, who cried a lot in the square, became as if nothing had happened when she got home, as if the pain she encountered during the day was just a knife scratched on the sand, and all traces disappeared after the wind passed.
Some people are used to expressing their pain vividly, while some people like to bury their pain deeper and deeper and suffer all night long. Ye Beibei is such a person, she is confused and willful, but sometimes, she is more stubborn than anyone else,
Just like how she treated Jiang Yuezhou, she would rather lower herself to the dust and regenerate vines to wrap around him.
She used her Ah Q spirit again. When the matter was not clear at all, there was no point in bothering her. She might as well wait for the situation to develop.
Ye Beibei was really exhausted that day. She lay in bed and read for a while, then she felt tired. She tilted her head and slowly fell asleep.
In her sleep, she felt like she was being pulled into her arms by a strong force, and a black shadow was overwhelmingly pressing on her. She almost thought she was dreaming, but she woke up immediately with a fright, "Ah!" she screamed, and Jiang Yuezhou's laughing voice shouted.
There was a soft sound in her ears: "Are you scared?"
Ye Beibei felt relieved. His sleepiness had not completely dissipated. He smelled the strong smell of alcohol in the air and listened to Jiang Yuezhou's rare happy smile. He knew that he had drunk too much, so he muttered and rejected him. He remembered, "I need it."
You don’t need me to put the bath water in for you, so let’s make the hangover soup first!”
Jiang Yuezhou put his hands in her temples and kissed her carelessly, full of alcohol. The night was very late, and hard stubble appeared on his chin, which made her skin ache slightly.
The bitten area hurt even more, and Ye Beibei couldn't bear it and shook his head to avoid it.
"I don't need anything, I just need you!" After drinking, Jiang Yuezhou was extremely eager, holding her firmly in his arms with his big hands. His hands were already strong, but now that he was drunk, they were even more insignificant, "Ah
!" Ye Beibei screamed in extreme pain.
"Save your strength first, and then scream later!" Jiang Yuezhou's tone was filled with strong colors, and the kisses fell heavily one after another. With such close and intimate contact, the scent of déjà vu was felt in a trance.
Entering Ye Beibei's nose, the enthusiasm that had just been stirred up by Jiang Yuezhou suddenly turned cold to the bone.
After drinking, Jiang Yuezhou became extremely strong and played all kinds of tricks. Ye Beibei's waist was about to break and her consciousness became void, but she still shed tears and kissed Jiang Yue over and over again.
Zhou's temples and forehead, and in a very small and soft voice, said to the excited man: "Jiang Yuezhou, you must always remember that I have loved you, I have loved you, I have loved you with the humblest heart!"
Ye Beibei got up early to cook as usual, washed the rice, put the rice into the rice cooker, added water, then pressed the button, and started preparing side dishes again, each one carefully and carefully.
Jiang Yuezhou also read the newspaper, drank coffee, and had breakfast as usual.
Ye Beibei looked at Jiang Yuezhou as usual, sitting at the dining table eating without saying a word. She hesitated and came over to sit down. She stirred the porridge with a spoon. After thinking for a while, she whispered: "
I'm alone at home and it's quite boring. We, we..."
"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be hesitant. You always look like the little daughter-in-law who makes you angry!" Jiang Yuezhou frowned in displeasure and placed the spoon in his hand heavily into the bowl, making a crisp sound.
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Ye Beibei was so ridiculed by Jiang Yuezhou that she couldn't stand it anymore. She gritted her teeth and said, "Jiang Yuezhou, let's have a baby!" She has been using birth control pills since she and Jiang Yuezhou got together.
She, however, would not dare to stop taking the medicine without Jiang Yuezhou's permission.
Although Jiang Yuezhou has a cold personality, he is a sensible man. After he was slightly surprised, he immediately realized that what he had just said was serious. It was no wonder that she was hesitant to ask a little girl to speak first about having a child. He was depressed.
He suppressed his previous excitement and said to Ye Beibei calmly, "The end of the year is coming soon, and there are a lot of social activities in the company. It's better to slow down the matter of having children!"
"I know you are busy. Don't worry. Having a child will definitely not drag you down. I will take good care of you..." Ye Beibei continued to mutter unwillingly.
"Why is it so hard to communicate with you!" Jiang Yuezhou became completely impatient, "I have a lot of social activities at the end of the year, and I always smoke and drink. It is not suitable for me to have children. Also, how can I not be hindered by having children? When the time comes, what will you do to me?
I will inevitably be distracted when it comes to taking care of my family and daily life. Isn't this just dragging me down?" Jiang Yuezhou briefly and comprehensively analyzed the pros, cons and consequences of this matter, and finally concluded, "Let's talk about having children later.