Wen Xihe's heart trembled slightly. Her eyes fell on Wen Miaoxin's face from the broad back of the man who was slowly walking upstairs. She spoke softly, as if she had already guessed the answer, "Why?"
Wen Miaoxin glanced at the empty staircase, and seemed to let out a short snort between her nose, as if she was using this silent way to express her disapproval of a certain approach that was not fair and aboveboard.
"Because Big Iceberg wants to see you!"
Wen Xihe lowered his head and pursed his lips gently, but was speechless at that moment.
What to say?
It's not that she didn't know what Lan Lingzhou was thinking. It's just that when she was desperate, she made a decision that made Lan Lingzhou unable to let go.
She also asked Lan Lingzhou, "What is so good about me that makes it worth it for you to still refuse to let go even today!" At that time, Lan Lingzhou always remained silent. The more she tried to make him let go, the more he seemed to want to let go.
He acted against her and did everything he could to let her know.
He can't let go.
Wen Xihe sometimes often thinks about the reason why Lan Lingzhou refuses to let go. At first, it was because of his inability to let go of a woman. Now times have changed, and Wen Xihe often thinks about how Lan Lingzhou feels about her now.
, and what is it like?
In this world, if there is something you can never let go of, it must be the most hurtful thing.
But such ambiguous and subtle feelings were seen through by a teenage boy at a glance.
Lan Lingzhou is not a philanthropist, nor a kind person. Now that Wen Xihe wants to come, he may have made some kind of decision in his heart at that time when he asked Wen Miaoxin to come back with him.
really.
"Sister, do you still remember? The day he promised to take me back, he pinned me down in the car and negotiated terms with me!"
Wen Miaoxin's scornful expression towards the whole thing or Lan Lingzhou's people made Wen Xihe slightly stunned again.
You can imagine.
The tall man pressed the young Wen Miaoxin into the back seat of the car. His eyes were cold, but his thoughts were clear, "I am not a good person, and I will not be kind enough to take you back just like that."
Wen Miaoxin looked into the man's eyes. She was clearly young at that time, but she saw the shadow of a woman in this cold man's eyes.
Wen Xihe.
So, from then on, Wen Miaoxin would often call Wen Xihe. If Wen Miaoxin missed this big sister with whom she was very close, it would be better to say that a man missed her.
And every time Wen Miaoxin saw Wen Xihe, Lan Lingzhou was always there by coincidence.
Now that I think about it, this is not a coincidence, but deliberate.
Wen Xihe felt sad, but she couldn't do anything while feeling sad.
It was a little late when we went back. As soon as we entered the door, Wen Xihe saw He Mingjue with his eyes closed on the sofa in the hall. The man's slender body was nestled in the sofa, which looked extremely narrow. He fell asleep and tossed and turned.
He seemed to be very uncomfortable. The light fell from above his head and hit the half of his face that was exposed when he turned over.
exhausted.
He frowned, and there were clearly a few strands of unresolved sadness between his brows.
Wen Xihe suddenly felt distressed. She walked to He Mingjue and squatted down. Looking at the man's face, she couldn't help but reach out and touch it. This familiar face gave her a familiar touch and always made her feel safe and reliable.
Following his own thoughts, when the man's brows were frowning more and more, he slowly stroked along the handsome lines of his face.
A subtle touch on the skin.
That wandering touch made He Mingjue feel a slight itchiness.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the woman's gentle and distressed face.
"Xixi..."
His consciousness was still a little blurry, and he called her name in a murmur, but he did not wake up completely. He pressed his face into Wen Xihe's palm, gently feeling the soft temperature, and his tone was sleepy.
, but couldn't hide his worry, "Why is it so late? I didn't know I would be worried?"
Wen Xihe opened her mouth, hesitated for a long time, and finally suppressed Lan Lingzhou's words in her heart, "I'm sorry for making you worry!" She apologized, lowered her head and kissed the man on the cheek,
She silently comforted him, "I promise to be good next time, okay?"
His consciousness slowly returned in the warmth. He Mingjue opened his eyes at this time, and his eyes were a little clearer than the previous moment. He sat up, put his arms around Wen Xihe, pressed it to his chest, lowered his head and kissed
He touched the top of her hair and rubbed his chin back and forth on the top of her head.
Unable to bear it, he sighed softly.
"Xixi, I've been neglecting you these days!"
His way of saying sorry was always very cryptic, but she knew him too well and understood everything. She put her arms around the man's waist and rubbed her cheek gently on the man's chest like a cat, "It doesn't matter, the company's affairs are still going well.
Brother Feng. As for me, I have no problem taking care of myself, so don’t worry!"
That's right.
But Wen Xihe is a woman after all, and a woman needs the sense of security. After Ye Yuwei’s accident, she was still quietly restrained deep in her body by Wen Xihe at first. But as time went by, day by day, every night, people were quiet.
, looking at the man lying next to him.
He sleeps peacefully, and every night, he belongs to her. But as the sun rises every day, her man is beside another woman. She always convinces herself that he is not doing other things that she can't stand.
It's reasonable and the whole thing doesn't feel out of the ordinary.
But women’s terrible sixth sense, that feeling of extreme uneasiness, always pops up unconsciously.
Tell her that she may lose him at any time.
That made her feel flustered and uneasy. But this uneasiness could only be relieved by relying on her to be busy with more things and keeping herself in a non-stop state.
Wen Xihe hated herself like that, but couldn't control it.
She didn't know what they said and did when they stayed together every day. Would another woman nestle in his arms, act coquettishly and be loved and do anything she wanted? And would she, him, do anything to another woman?
She cares about the same things as her. She loves, worries, and hugs.
She is afraid.
Unconsciously, Wen Xihe hugged the man a little harder.
"Ajue, it will be fine, everything will be fine, right?"
She raised her head in his arms and said something, but she couldn't give herself enough confidence in her heart, so she tried to ask him for it.
Just like that, she would feel more at ease.
The man looked down at Wen Xihe's uneasy face, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. His warm breath surrounded Wen Xihe in an instant.