She lowered her eyes slightly and looked at Tan Qing's black silk shirt, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.
If her friendship with him was not still there, if he were another man... She thought, she would not be so aggrieved, depressed and at a loss at this moment. She would raise her hand high and aim at that handsome face. Only the face was thrown away fiercely.
However, he was the man who bullied her, and she couldn't do it...
My heart cramped because I felt weak in front of a man for the first time. Warm tears burst out of my eyes and soaked into the dark clothes, drop after drop...
Leng Yan looked at her in disbelief, and the sarcastic smile on his lips slowly subsided.
He humiliated her so early in the morning, and Sister Ping even said that she went out happily. He wanted to make her angry and sad. However, when he saw it at this time, he felt no joy in his heart.
He was startled and turned his head.
He hates seeing women cry in front of him.
Except...Ji Wei...
That innocent and lovely face swayed in his mind. She snuggled into his arms, and she tenderly said she would love him forever.
But what about the reality? All the vows of each other are still in our ears, but things have changed and people have changed.
Fuck love!
He growled in his heart, pushed the pretty face out of his mind, and clenched his fists hard. The veins on them were pulsing, hinting at how gloomy and manic his mood was at this time.
Since Ji Wei left, he no longer believes in love.
"Where's the young lady?"
Jack was biting his trouser leg, bringing his distant thoughts back to reality. Only then did Leng Yan realize that Wen Nuan was no longer in the yard. Seeing a servant coming out of the house, he raised his voice, showing impatience.
"... Young Mistress... Young Mistress has returned to the room."
The servant was startled and answered in a low voice. She saw Wen Nuan carrying her clothes up, but she didn't know what happened.
"Go back to the room?" Leng Yan frowned slightly.
"Second Master, it seems that the young lady ran up crying."
She was a new servant, and she didn't come directly from the Ou family's old house like Sister Ping. Therefore, she didn't know that their second young master hated women crying the most, so he told her directly.
Leng Yan's thick eyebrows were knotted, and he took out a card from his suit pocket: "Give her this secondary bank card. I have to go out for something."
He originally wanted to stay at home tonight, but now he didn't want to. Thinking of the woman's face covered with tears, his face turned a little darker.
"Young mistress..."
"What's up?"
When she heard someone knocking on the door and calling her, Nuan Nuan raised her tearful face buried in her knees, wiped it hastily with a tissue, took a breath to calm her voice, and asked lightly.