Wen Jiaren was stunned for a while, and then she returned to her previous tone, like a long-lost friend, and said softly: "Well, congratulations, don't send the wedding invitation... Tell me the address, and I will
Fight through it."
"...Hyatt, the 18th of this month..."
Ye Feng reported the address, then paused, and then said: "Jiaren, how have you been in these years? Do you still blame me for what happened back then?"
"No."
Wen Jiaren smiled. She never knew that one day she would be able to smile at Ye Feng's calm and clear face.
But Ye Feng, who used to be very domineering, is now so quiet and calm.
Time, this thing, is really powerful, so powerful that when we meet again, the voice sounds so familiar, but the feeling is so strange.
"Ye Feng, actually I'm very grateful to you. After all, you accompanied me on a wonderful journey in those beautiful years. Actually, thinking about it now, even if we didn't separate at that time, we won't be separated at this time.
We will be together..."
"Beauty..." When Ye Feng heard these words, his whole expression was slightly stunned for a while, and then he said with a bit of desolation: "How about we just let the past go?"
When Wen Jiaren heard this, she shook her cell phone and let the past pass, okay?
However, who knows how much unforgettable hatred she has buried deep in her heart from so many years of pain?
It's over, let him go, okay?
How to get there?
Actually, Ye Feng, I really don’t blame you, not at all. As a man, you can’t reject anything like that.
It’s just that I hate you, but it’s not you I hate.
"Beautiful lady...beautiful lady..." Ye Feng shouted twice carefully, his forehead was covered with sweat.
He has never been such a cautious and cautious person. He, Ye Feng, has always been high-spirited, arrogant and arrogant.
However, now, whenever he thinks of Wen Jiaren and this woman, he immediately softens...
"Ye Feng, I'm listening." Wen Jiaren curved her lips and smiled, "Ye Feng, is your wife...Xu Lin?"