Yi Jian was sitting in the passenger seat with his usual calm expression. His eyes were staring in front of him, but he was attracted by a figure...
Xu Ang was driving the car intently when he saw the young marshal's expression through the rearview mirror. He couldn't help but follow the young marshal's eyes and saw Zhong Qing's figure.
Xu Ang opened his mouth, his expression turned into surprise, and after a while he uttered with difficulty: "Young Marshal...Miss Zhong."
Yi Jian frowned and didn't say anything. His expression was very calm, but he was very focused. He didn't change his gaze, but just stared at the two people walking slowly along the street.
The man is wearing a suit, with jade trees facing the wind, and the woman is wearing a cheongsam, enchanting and colorful.
It looks eye-catching and well-matched.
Yi Jian knew that looking at her like this would sting her eyes even more, but she still stared stubbornly and motionlessly.
He liked to see her smiling so naturally.
When Zhuo Ran is not around, she always smiles fakely.
He didn't know why, seeing her smiling so happily, there was a faint pain in his heart, but also a touch of joy.
Zhuoran didn't know what he said, so Zhongqing stretched out his hand and gestured twice in front of him, then waved his hand and walked forward.
But Zhuo Ran stood there without moving. After a long while, he turned around and left.
Xu Ang tilted his head and looked at Yi Jian. In the past few days, Yi Jian's mood has been very low. The man who rarely talks has never said a word. He likes to sleep the most when he is bored. But several times
, when he secretly went to see the young marshal, he found that he was sitting there alone in a daze.
I don't know what he was thinking, he was just like that, sitting either in the pavilion or in the master bedroom, staying all day long.
In fact, Xu Ang understood that the young marshal was missing someone, Miss Zhong... The young marshal scared Miss Zhong away that day, and he must have regretted it more than anyone else in his heart.
Xu Ang took a deep breath, turned his head, and asked softly: "Young Marshal, do you want Miss Zhong to get in the car?"
Yi Jian said nothing.
Xu Ang opened the car door and walked out.
The way Zhong Qing walks is particularly charming, and her steps are very nimble.
look steadily forward.
Stepping on high heels makes a crisp sound.
Suddenly, Zhong Qing paused and looked at Xu Ang in front of her. She was slightly surprised, and then she smiled: "Xu Ang, you are here."
