Zhongmuyan walked back to his office, recalling the performance of Yehen just saw in his mind, and took out the photo from the information. Mingyue's face was filled with a moving smile, and it was as clear and sweet as a blooming orchid.
, It seems that you can smell the quiet and charming fragrance
Hen's performance just now clearly cared about her. He did it on purpose just to see his reaction, but it was strange that he didn't get angry with him.
Looking at the photo of the bright moon, a hint of confusion flashed in Zhongmuyan's eyes
If he had known that Hen would have let Mingyue leave so easily, he would not have made the decision to be beautiful in adulthood.
If he had known that he would have kept Mingyue by his side, even if Yehen held the gun and pressed him against the quarrel, he would not let go.
I really don't know when I will pretend to be. I care so much but I always refuse to admit it for the sake of face.
Is the hatred of the previous generation more important than the relationship between two people who truly love each other? He really doesn't understand, if it were him...
Zhongmu Yan tried to think from the perspective of others. What would happen if he was Yehen, facing the daughter of his enemy?
Maybe he would take her away from the world to a paradise island, and then forget about hatred and live a happy life.
If he really loves her, maybe he can do it
But he is not Yehen, and he cannot fully understand that feeling
A sound of high heels came, and the rhythm was pounding on people's hearts. The drum beat felt a bit indescribable.
Zhongmuyan heard the footsteps and a strange expression appeared on his handsome face. It must be that woman coming again.
Sure enough, he walked to the office door curiously. Gong Xuehua was wearing a snow-white tight dress, with long wavy hair scattered behind his head, and was walking towards Yehen's office.
It seemed that I could see the peeking gaze beside me, a smile rose from the corner of my mouth, with a faint sarcasm
A hint of boredom appeared on Zhongmuyan's face and turned around and walked back. Gong Xuexia had already walked into Yehen's office.
"Hen, why are you still here?"
Hearing the sound, Yehen still looked up, Gong Xuexuan had already come to him with the voice.
An exquisite insulated lunch box was placed on the desk, and the faint fragrance floated from it, seducing people's appetite
Gong Xue looked at the wall clock on the wall. The sound was filled with anger, but it was so soft that it made people feel that she was blamed.
It was already lunch time. Gong Xuehua opened the lunch box with heartache on her face, picked up the prepared soup spoon on the side to serve Yehen a bowl of soup.
This was made by her own nanny for several hours and she personally cooked it for Yehen.
"I'm hungry, still hot, so take a break and drink it quickly."
Gong Xueqing stretched out a pair of plain white fiber hands to bring the soup to Yehen, looking at him with his eyes and expression.
"Thanks"
Yehen did not look up, but said thank you. His voice was calm and indifferent, making people feel no floating
Gong Xuexiao pulled over a chair and sat next to Yehen's side. His eyes were always kept away from Yehen's handsome face. Looking at his serious appearance always gave her a heart-warming enjoyment.
In the afternoon, Zhongmuyan was about to go out to do business when he saw Gong Xueqiu walking out with Yehen's arm wrapped around him.
He threw an ambiguous and sarcastic look at the two of them.