This face and Wen Nuan's face seem to overlap. They look similar, but they are not. If we really want to say they are similar, it is the stubbornness in their eyes. They are really similar. The similarity in spirit is more impressive than the similarity in form...
Heartache.
Why not her? Ye Feimo suddenly hated the person in front of him. She gave him a wrong message, making him think that the warmth had returned, but when the truth came to light, it was so cold.
If you are going to be disappointed sooner or later, it is better to have no hope.
Cai Xiaojing said, "It is indeed her, Mrs. Ye. Her name is Xu Wenhui. She graduated from the acting department of A University. She has acted in a good TV series. Director Zhang recommended her to Anning, saying that she is a good young talent who can be cultivated."
Cheng Anya and Third Young Master Ye looked at each other. Ye Feimo seemed to be explaining something to Xu Wenhui. Her anger subsided, she smiled awkwardly, and bowed her head in embarrassment to apologize. It seemed that Ye Feimo had revealed his identity.
She didn't climb up like a normal woman, she just bowed her head and apologized. She seemed to be afraid that Ye Feimo would be angry, so she didn't do anything excessive.
Ye Feimo lifted her chin and searched for similarities on this face.
After Nuan Nuan left, there was no woman around him and he lost all interest. Now he has other thoughts. Ye Feimo smiled sarcastically to himself. It turns out that he is not incompetent for Nuan Nuan. It turns out...
He is nothing more than that.
…
Xu Wenhui did not invite him to dance, but Ye Feimo asked him to stay by his side and not allowed to leave. He still looked at the singing, dancing and people in the venue indifferently.
Peace of mind.
Cheng Anya spread her hands and asked Mr. Ye, "What does your son mean?"
"You go ask your son." Young Master Ye replied, his smile not diminishing, and he clicked his tongue, "It's time to get a woman soon, it's been so long, otherwise I'd be too depressed."
Cai Xiaojing was embarrassed, Cheng Anya punched him, "Go away, I'm all following your example."
"Anya, he has been divorced. It would be a good idea to have another marriage, right?" Mr. Ye smiled nonchalantly, "Who said Fei Mo can only love warmth?"
Cheng Anya felt sorry for Ye Feimo and was very worried. Feimo must have missed Ye Feimo because he knew her son well. But just then, Xu Wenhui appeared. With such an opportunity, would he rather find someone to be by his side quietly to create an illusion?
?
Warmth, what would you think if you knew?
The night was dark, and the December sky was a little chilly. Ye Feimo stood alone on the balcony of the hotel, blowing the cold wind. His coat was unbuttoned, his sleeves were slightly open, his tie fell to the ground, and there was a mark on his chin.
There are bright red hickeys everywhere, and the whole person looks very fragrant and sexy.
Xu Wenhui was lying on the bed, her face was charming, as if she could not contain her beauty, and she was infinitely shy. Her round shoulders were exposed under the white quilt. It seemed that there was an unconcealed and charming body under the quilt.
Ye Feimo's mood fluctuated heavily, and his whole person was as gloomy as a December night.
The mobile phone in her pocket rang, like the sound of a wind chime being pried open when one is suffocating. It was a warm song. Her voice was delicate and clear, and she sang a sentimental song, which made people feel tender...
Ye Feimo walked back to the room and picked up the coat that had fallen on the floor. The woman on the big bed looked directly at him with a pair of misty and soft eyes. Ye Feimo's eyes were cold and cold. He picked up his phone without even looking at it, feeling irritable.
Go out and answer the call.
"Ye Feimo." The host expressed irritably that he was in a bad mood. There seemed to be some voice on the phone, but he quickly returned to calm. Ye Feimo was already in a irritable mood. Seeing that no one spoke for a long time, he couldn't help but raise his voice, "
say!"
There seemed to be a cry that was forced into the throat and could not be suppressed no matter how hard it was. It overflowed from the lips. The subtle final sound made Ye Feimo's heart tremble slightly. It was so familiar that it made him throb.
How many times have I heard Nuan Nuan humming, especially at certain times, it is even more charming.
But now when I hear it, I feel a little more painful.
Is it warmth?
It was Wen Nuan who took the initiative to call him. Ye Feimo's heart suddenly jumped up, as if the gloomy day in June suddenly became exceptionally clear after a heavy rain. It must be Wen Wenhua. Why didn't you talk?
"Speak." Ye Feimo softened his voice. Yesterday was Christmas Eve, and she didn't send a text message to wish her well. He was still complaining about her. Although he changed his mobile phone number, his number remained the same.
There was still no sound and everything was quiet. Ye Feimo looked at the starry sky and suddenly said, "Merry Christmas."
Another tightly muffled cry came from the phone, followed by the sound of gasping for air. That familiarity made Ye Feimo's heart feel hot. Ye Feimo's eyes suddenly turned red, and his heart felt stuffy.
It hurts, he said, "I'm in a bad mood, would you like to listen to me?"
There was no answer. Ye Feimo looked at the starry sky and softened his voice, "The night sky in City A is very beautiful today. There are many stars. My wife used to like to watch stars on the balcony. I wonder if there is anything like this in Washington."
Let her admire the beautiful starry sky."
"I love her very much, and I'm very sorry for her. When we got married, I made up my mind to care for her and love her in my heart, but I didn't expect to hurt her the most. I know she resented me in her heart for killing us.
My child, I didn’t mean it. I would rather hurt myself than hurt her. Since that day, I haven’t slept well a day. When I am awake, I always think about her painful expression. I really want to apologize to my wife, and I also apologize.
But she didn't want to forgive me and still wanted to divorce me. I hated her very much. Why did she meet me? Why did she let me fall in love with her and then leave so decisively? For a long time, I hated her very much.
She hurt me so much."
"I stood outside her house all day and night that day. I thought that since my wife is so kind, she would turn around and forgive me, but she didn't. After I woke up after the operation, I couldn't see her. I felt very sad and blamed her.
So why are you so cruel? After knowing that she left, I was even more desperate. If I were cruel enough, I would break her legs and lock her in the room. I could take care of her for the rest of my life, and she would never leave me for the rest of her life.
Already."
"But I'm not cruel enough. I can only watch her leave me. Do you know this feeling? It's like a knife stabbed into the eye and slowly pulled out. I really hate it. She has never been like this.
