'There is another thing. You asked me to pay close attention to the dynamics of Mr. Ou of the Ouyang Group. Yesterday, I discovered that he brought a woman and child back to Ou Zhai...' Sitting in the car leading to Ou Zhai,
Feng Jicheng recalled the phone call with the detective and frowned. Until this moment, his heart was beating like a drum.
The first is that it is so unbelievable to him that Tongtong is actually Ouyang Ji's child, is it God's will?! The second is that the woman and child brought home by Ouyang Ji are probably Simiao and Tongtong. In the past two years,
He never believed that she passed away, because Tongtong was not raised by Han Xue and Tai Junxi, that is to say, she was 'missing'. Therefore, if he was like Ouyang Ji, he would focus on shopping malls and finding Simiao.
On your body!
In Feng Jicheng's nervous anticipation, the car finally stopped at the door of Ouyang's house. Standing at the door of Ouyang's house, Feng Jicheng's lips curved with a bitter arc. He never expected that he would step into Ouyang Ji's house again.
He pressed the doorbell once, twice, and three times with his hand that was trembling with excitement. When he pressed the fourth time, his hand froze.
The golden sunshine shines on the gravel path, and the lush grass on both sides brings a little woman wearing a white pleated dress. She is walking leisurely, with her seaweed-like hair flowing in the wind, delicate and delicate.
Her pretty face looked very peaceful, and she held a small piece of grass in her slender hand. The single picture looked extremely beautiful because of her! As if she had also seen him, her steps stopped, and she stared at him for a long time, holding the small piece of grass in her hand.
Inadvertently slipped......
Three years later, when Simiao and Feng Jicheng once again sat in the same coffee shop seats where they used to sit, their handsome and delicate faces remained the same, but what changed was from familiarity to a little familiar.
The two strangers, sitting quietly under the strings of the guzheng, seemed to have experienced vicissitudes of life, but in the end they could not give up.
Feng Jicheng stared at Simiao with his deep eyes. She was even more beautiful and charming. There was just a slight smile on her pretty face. That unfamiliar smile hurt his heart. It has been more than two years, and there are thousands of words stuck in it.
It touched his heart, but he didn't know where to start. He only said excitedly, "How have you been in the past two years?" This simple sentence expressed Feng Jicheng's concern for Simiao.
The voice of deep lovesickness expressed Feng Jicheng's undiminished love for Simiao.
"It's okay," Simiao answered briefly and gently. She really didn't expect that when she returned to China, she would not only meet Ouyang Ji, but also Feng Jicheng, the two men who loved her the most but hurt her in selfish ways.
He took a sip of tea and looked at Feng Jicheng with a smile, "What about you, how are you?".
"No," Feng Jicheng answered honestly. He lowered his eyelids and allowed his thick eyelashes to cover up the mist in his eyes, evoking a hint of apologetic arc. "I'm sorry for what happened back then.
I'm even more sorry for hurting you. Of course, I know that some things cannot be changed with just an apology, so for more than two years, I have been suffering in my heart every day."
Simiao listened quietly to what Feng Jicheng said. Two years later, her anger over the marriage fraud had dissipated. Therefore, she could face Feng Jicheng calmly and looked at him with clear eyes.
He has changed. He has become mature and steady. As a businessman, he is called the God of Commerce. He exudes the domineering power that can dominate the life and death of a group! Such him made her feel strange. She opened her mouth, but she kept saying it.
I do not know what to say.
"Si Miao, please, don't face me with an unfamiliar smile or silent words, because that will hurt." Feng Jicheng looked at Simiao with affectionate and hurt eyes, placing his hand on his heart, "because that will hurt here."
.
Simiao looked at Feng Jicheng, an excellent man who could make ladies commit themselves voluntarily. He was so overwhelmed in front of her. He even said that he wanted a love that he begged for. Suddenly he didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.
, fell in love with two equally outstanding and strong men. While she was sad, she also broke the hearts of the two men. This is destined to be a tangled emotion.
Isn't it said that you are relieved? Then, go back to the past and face Feng Jicheng with a natural smile, "Feng, I'm sorry, because I faked my death and made you suffer two years of inner suffering. Now, I stand well.
In front of you, let everything pass. You are still my good friend and will always be my good friend."
"Are they just good friends?" Feng Jicheng's low voice contained hope. When Simiao nodded, a flash of hurt flashed through his bright eyes, and it was fleeting!
For a moment, the two of them were quiet, and the air became thinner. A pair of affectionate eyes stared at Simiao, making her dare not raise her head. In order to relieve the awkward atmosphere as soon as possible, "Feng, it's okay, I'll go first."
I've gone back, Tongtong is still waiting for me." Suer stood up.
"Do you know who Tongtong's father is?" Feng Jicheng asked solemnly, looking at Simiao's calm reflection with sharp eyes, she said lightly, "I don't know, after so many years, it's hard to find a needle in a haystack.
"It's too difficult." He asked in confusion, "Why do you suddenly think of asking this?".
Feng Jicheng's beautiful eyebrows were tangled together, as if he was hesitating. Then, he smiled calmly and said, "It's nothing, I'm just curious. Come on, I'll take you back."
There is soft music playing in the cool sports car, a racing heart and a calm heart. They don't know each other's thoughts. He hopes that time can pass more slowly. He hopes that time can go back to eight years ago.
Let him appear in that room instead of Ouyang Ji. And she hopes that time can pass faster, return to Ou's house sooner, arrive tomorrow soon, take Tongtong out of China soon, and restore the fishing village.
Live peacefully.
The breeze blew gently, and the fragrant blooming flowers filled the air with intoxicating fragrance. The clear spring water sprayed water droplets like pearls. Ouyang Ji led Tongtong for a walk in Ou's house, and beside them was a big white dog.
Tibetan Mastiff Alps, that happy scene is like a loving father holding his son.
"Uncle, Mommy is back." Tongtong pointed at Simiao who had just gotten out of the car at the door. With sharp eyes, he saw the person getting out of the sports car again, "Uncle Feng?".
The long-lost smile on Ouyang Ji's lips froze, and his deep eyes looked at Feng Jicheng and Simiao who seemed to be chatting and laughing with an incomprehensible light. He was silent, but Tongtong shouted happily.
, "Mommy, Uncle Feng" called their attention to them.
"Then I'll go into the hospital first." Simiao nodded to Feng Jicheng and walked towards the Ouyang courtyard. Feng Jicheng's deep voice came from behind him, "Since you can't accept me, will you accept Ouyang Ji?".
Simiao, who was walking forward, paused and replied without looking back, "No" and continued to move forward. Feng Jicheng asked from behind him again, "So since you don't accept us, will you accept Tongtong's father?"