"I..." Nalan Ye bit her thin lip, struggled for a moment, and said loudly, "I like her!"
Mrs. Nalan was not surprised by this result, but said to the point, "Can you afford a woman for the rest of her life just because you say you like her? And, if I remember correctly, you have said this many times.
It’s time.”
“The woody aroma is different!”
The look on Nalan Ye's face was rare and solemn. Once he said what was in his heart, the feeling that he had been repelled and even confused by was easily integrated into his limbs, and his whole body was filled with enthusiasm.
He shouted, he likes Mu Xiang! He likes this serious and mysterious woman!
Mrs. Nalan stared at him closely, her serious tone somewhat indifferent, "You can't even afford your own life, how can you afford Muxiang's? She has lost her memory and has no past. Even if you take her at this time,
Will you feel at ease if she is tied to you? Have you ever thought that she might already have her own life and a man she loves deeply!"
"Impossible!" Nalan Ye retorted passionately, not wanting to even think about it, "This is absolutely impossible!"
Mrs. Nalan stepped forward, her sharpness gradually fading away, "This period of time is not only for Mu Xiang, but also for you. When Mu Xiang comes back, if you can still persist like today, I will give in! You have to do it.
The only thing is to make yourself strong and be able to provide her with the world she wants! As long as you work hard for her, even if she remembers the past, I believe she will be willing to stay by your side. If your feelings for her are just
It’s just words, so don’t expect anyone to give you hope.”
Nalan Ye lowered his head and clenched his fists. His chest rose and fell violently twice, and then he suddenly raised his head, "I won't let you look down on me!"
He slammed the door and left, leaving Mrs. Nalan stroking her forehead and returning to her seat exhausted. She devoted a lot of effort to this stepson, and because of her gratitude to her husband, she would persevere no matter how tired she was.
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He opened the drawer, took out the old photo that had been pressed underneath, and stroked it gently with his fingers. In the photo was a thin baby, with a pair of innocent big eyes open, smiling sweetly...
Nalan Ye rushed upstairs and came to Mu Xiang's door. He stopped. He gritted his teeth, pushed the door open and went in.
Muxiang was packing her things. Mrs. Nalan, a typical activist, had already arranged everything for her and would fly to the United States early tomorrow morning.
Seeing Nalan Ye standing at the door like a door god, Mu Xiang kept moving her hands and chuckled, "Isn't it a little early to see you off now?"
His brows were furrowed tightly, and he walked over as if he was angry, grabbed her half-packed box, and poured out the contents, "Do you really want to leave that much?"
"Nalan Ye!" Mu Xiang was really angry. She was not used to doing this kind of thing. Packing a box was like a war. She managed to get half of it tidy, but he destroyed it!
Almost out of reflex, she grabbed him by the collar of his clothes and threw him cleanly over the shoulder.
There was a "boom" and the ground shook.
Nalan Ye didn't roar angrily and cry out in pain like he usually did. Instead, he lay on the ground and didn't move for a long time.
"Hey," Mu Xiang kicked him and asked reluctantly, "Did you get hurt?"
Nalan Ye simply turned around and refused to pay attention to her.
Seeing that he was okay, she breathed a sigh of relief quietly. Then, she sat next to him and looked at him with a childish look, "What on earth are you losing your temper about?"
Nalan Ye sat up suddenly, faced her face to face, and glared at her with resentment, "Muxiang, listen to me, when you go outside alone, you are not allowed to be picked up by others! If a man dares to approach you, you will be like
Do you know what you did to him just now?"
Muxiang slapped him funny, "Do you think all men are like you? How can anyone have nothing to do and think about picking up girls all day long?"
Nalan Ye grabbed her and said in a serious and scary tone, "I'm not kidding you! You must promise me, otherwise, I won't let you go!"
Mu Xiang had no way of analyzing his subtle inner thoughts. She just wanted to pack her things quickly and nodded perfunctorily, "I know."
"Also, you have to talk to me on the phone every day! I want to know what you are doing outside."
His willful domineering made Mu Xiang unable to resist. She looked at the things on the ground and suddenly came up with an idea. She pointed at the ground with her fingers and said with a smile, "If you help me pack my luggage, I will consider it."
"Really?" Nalan Ye's eyes flashed, and he immediately started to help her clean up, and kept warning in a very wordy way.
Mu Xiang sat opposite and stared at him.
She didn't say it, but she could see his reluctance.
Perhaps, Mrs. Nalan is right. Regarding her blank past and uncertain future, she should let time give the answer.
The next day, Muxiang went to the airport an hour early. She didn't like the scene of separation, so she didn't want everyone to see them off. Although it was only a brief contact, she was grateful to everyone in the Nalan family.
,especially Nalan Ye.
Without him, she would sooner or later become a corpse floating on the sea.
She is not afraid of living alone, as if she has adapted to it a long time ago. But the doubts in her heart have never been solved. Therefore, she chooses to return to the United States, and she will go to the sea to try to find her.
Memories from the past...
It wasn't until she entered the security check that the shadow that had been watching behind her quietly appeared.
Nalan Ye stood there, the disappointment on his face obvious.
After a long time, he slowly turned around and took a deep breath. The confidence in his eyes added a charming brilliance to him.
He wants to become stronger! Strong enough to give her a world!
When she comes back again, he will never let her go again!
*……*……*……*
Four years later.
The world's focus is on Oman, which is guarding the Strait of Hormuz.
Not long ago, the US military sent troops to engage in a firefight in Muscat, the capital of Oman, in the name of combating terrorist organizations. It was originally a war without any suspense, but the result was that the US military was forced to withdraw. It is said that the prince of Oman is very powerful and mediates
Three world-class gangs arrived and launched fierce air strikes, forcing the US troops to retreat.
This explosive news has intensively bombarded every corner of the world.
T city.
This is a romantic and heartwarming wedding.
The wedding scene, full of pastoral style, was paved with flowers and turned into a gorgeous sea.
At the end of the red carpet, there was a handsome man in a black suit, exuding a mature and elegant atmosphere. His deep eyes were full of smiles, staring at the fateful angel who was walking towards him.