Chapter 337: Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain
"Is something wrong?" Wen Nuan was startled for a moment and asked calmly, still flipping through the book with his fingers.
Leng Ye pondered for a moment and then spoke: "Nuan Nuan, you are not suitable for management. I hope you don't give up clothing design."
Nuannuan gives up clothing design?
The thorn in Leng Yan's heart pierced deeper, and his chest was so depressed that he couldn't breathe. He closed his eyes and left. When he returned to the office, his heart could not calm down no matter what. With trembling fingers, he dialed Nuan Nuan's phone number.
On a call.
Wait for a while and call again.
Nuan Nuan just hung up the phone from Leng Ye, thinking he was calling again, so she answered without looking at the number. Leng Yan's voice came over, and the book in her hand almost slipped. She held it tightly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
.
"Nuan Nuan." Leng Yan bit his lip tightly and finally called out her name.
Nuannuan...
The warm sneer gradually turned into a hint of coldness.
She once felt that her name was the most comfortable and nice to hear when it came from his mouth. But now, when she heard it, it felt like such an irony in her ears.
She didn't speak, pursed her lips tightly, and raised her head slightly to prevent the abominable worthless stuff inside from flowing out.
The tears were crystal clear, but now she felt ashamed to shed tears for him.
"Nuan Nuan, I just overheard my elder brother saying that you gave up fashion design." Leng Yan took a deep breath, leaned against the wall, and pinched his eyebrows hard.
"Haha, I'm very well-informed." Nuan Nuan spoke with a sarcastic tone: "Master Leng, I really didn't expect that you would call me specifically because of such a trivial matter."
She deliberately bit out the words "Leng Shao", "little things" and "specialized". Finally, she couldn't hold back her tears, and quickly wiped them away with a tissue. A smile broke out on her lips again: "Thank you, Mr. Leng, for your concern. There is nothing else. I
Gonna die."
"Nuan Nuan, wait!"
Leng Yan's heart throbbed with pain, and her crazy stabs really reached his ears, with a hint of crying. He heard it very clearly, and clenched his fingers into fists. He really wanted her to stand in front of him at this time.
Beat him up.
"Don't give up on clothing design, okay? That's what you like best!" His low voice sounded like begging.
He understands how much Nuannuan loves fashion design, and he doesn't want her to ignore this interest because of him.
This is a kind of sustenance for her. If she can devote herself to it, she may soon forget her own.
"So what if you like it?" Wen Nuan smiled, astringently, as light as the breeze blowing through the water: "What I like does not necessarily belong to me. Just because I like it does not mean that I can have it."
For example, you...
She didn't say anything. She looked down at the management book and smiled softly: "Young Master Leng, you don't need to worry about my affairs from now on. Treat Ji Wei and the children well and be a good father."
The father of Ji Wei's child has nothing to do with the life in her belly...!
"Nuan Nuan, it's not this..." Leng Yan's heart ached and his throat was slightly choked. He clenched his fists hard and stopped.
He couldn't say it! He knew her feelings for him and knew that if she knew the truth, she would never abandon him.
But how could he bear it?
She was only twenty years old, and she should have a better future. He hoped that she could live a happy life in the future instead of living in endless pain.