"Ouch!" Ji Zhehan whispered, looking away from the black-haired beauty and looking at Siyang in confusion.
"Ji Zhehan, you are too focused. I asked you to see that she looks familiar, but it's better for you to really understand her." Liu Siyang bit her lip with a sullen look on her face.
Ji Zhehan smiled awkwardly at Siyang: "I just saw that she looked familiar, and I couldn't remember who she was."
So that's it. It seems that he was concentrating on thinking about who this person was. Siyang finally felt a little happy again: "You also think he looks familiar? Maybe we have both met before."
"Well, maybe." Ji Zhehan responded vaguely.
"If nothing happens, let's go." Liu Siyang looked at Ji Zhehan expectantly. It was so boring to stay here.
"Okay, let's go." Ji Zhehan stood up, pulled Siyang up, and put his hand on her waist. After taking two steps, he couldn't help but look back and looked at the people who were still talking in a low voice over there.
The two of them felt sad for a while.
This small movement fell into Siyang's eyes, and she had an ominous premonition in her heart. She quickly shook her head and laughed at herself: I must have thought too much. Although she is very beautiful, Ji Zhehan has seen many beauties.
, has never been tempted. The fact that she can get engaged to herself proves this point.
"I'm so exhausted." Siyang took off her high heels and put on her slippers. She spun around happily, stood up on tiptoes and hugged his neck like a baby: "Han, I'm hungry."
"I'm going to make something and let's eat together. I'm so hungry now!" Ji Zhehan tapped her nose and entered the kitchen.
Soon two bowls of hot noodles were served. Liu Siyang also changed into a set of beige casual clothes, took out his chopsticks and sat on a chair in the restaurant.
"It smells so good!" She sniffed hard, smelled the fragrance, and said happily: "I, Liu Siyang, am blessed with good food in my life, haha."
After eating and washing up, Liu Siyang walked out of the kitchen, looked at Ji Zhehan who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, and squatted down gently: "Han, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, you're sleepy. Let's go to bed." Ji Zhehan smiled apologetically at Siyang and pulled her to the master bedroom. In the master bedroom was a large white bed that he bought specially today. It was large and comfortable, enough to sleep four people.
We were alone, so we both picked out the bedding together.
After taking a comfortable bath, she lay down on the big bed and waited shyly for Ji Zhehan to come out of the bathroom. One minute, two minutes... her eyelids were fighting, and she fell asleep in a daze.
Ji Zhehan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, smiled playfully at her indecent sleeping posture, carefully placed her head on the pillow, changed into a set of pajamas, and pulled up the quilt for the two of them.
I was lying on the bed tossing and turning but couldn't fall asleep. The shadow of the black-haired beauty always appeared in my mind: It's so similar, how could it be so similar, but there are some differences except for the nose and mouth. How could it be so strange? Shang Wei is a
An orphan, she only has one aunt in the United States, and she died of illness almost four years ago. She has no sisters. Who could that person be?
He tried to convince himself: there were many people who looked similar, but there still seemed to be a nerve thread pulling him: this person was related to Shang Wei.
This question disturbed him, and Siyang's even breathing made him feel guilty: the person he loved was her, and she was his only one. But now he was thinking about other women. Ji Zhehan, you bastard! He cursed secretly.
He gently pulled Siyang's shoulder and leaned it against his chest, thinking silently in his heart: Yang Yang, you are the only one for me.
He rarely suffered from insomnia, especially after falling in love with Siyang, he always felt that every sleep he had was sweet. But today he had insomnia again, and scenes from four years ago appeared in his mind. The shadow of Shang Wei, Black
The shadows of the hairy beauty swayed and overlapped in front of his eyes.
Crazy, he grabbed his hair hard, trying to wake himself up, but it was to no avail.
Siyang was still sleeping soundly and kissed her forehead gently. He got out of bed and entered the study room by mistake. He turned on the lamp and groped on the bookshelf. Soon he found the book. He took it off the bookshelf.
He took it off and opened it, Shang Wei's photo appeared in front of him.
This is the only photo of Shang Wei he left behind. The photo of the two of them making love and other single photos of Shang Wei were collected by Jingshu when he was broken in love and depressed. Did he throw them away or hide them somewhere?
I didn't know, and I didn't ask. Only this one was lucky enough to be kept in my wallet.
It was not until later that he found out that he fell in love with Siyang, and loved him deeply, so he took it out and put it in a book, and then secretly took a photo of Zhang Siyang and placed it in it.
He must have thought too much. He laughed at himself again and fell asleep on the desk in extreme sleepiness.
When Siyang woke up, he found that Ji Zhehan was not sleeping next to him at all.
Did she go back to his room? She felt a little sad and promised not to separate in the future. She comforted herself that she might have gone to the bathroom. After waiting for a long time and still no movement, she got out of bed. There was no bathroom, nor was there any in his original bedroom.
Han, where did you go without sleeping in the middle of the night? Liu Siyang was a little confused. He always felt that something was wrong with him tonight. What happened? Why didn't he tell himself? Last night, he agreed that the two of them would be together.
We were going to be honest with each other, but have we changed our minds now?
She continued to search and found that there seemed to be light in Ji Zhehan's study. Siyang gently opened the door and found that he had fallen asleep on the table with a book next to him.
Siyang tiptoed over, trying to wake him up and go back to sleep. She unexpectedly found a photo in his hand. She gently pulled it out and stood there stunned.
The photo was none other than Shang Wei. Then she remembered that she had seen that photo in the book on the table in the study room.
Feeling aggrieved and incomprehensible, tears flowed down uncontrollably: He was still thinking about her. Soon another more important discovery shocked her: the eyes and nose of the woman at the banquet today were extremely similar to Shang Wei.
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No wonder she thinks that beautiful woman looks familiar?
No wonder he opened his mouth in surprise when he saw her?
No wonder he was always uneasy when he saw her?
No wonder he didn't sleep and sneaked out in the middle of the night?
All these strange things seemed to only mean one thing: he still loved her, at least he had not forgotten her in his heart.
So what about her, what does Liu Siyang mean to Ji Zhehan at this time? After a lingering night last night, he told him: She will be his only one in this life, and he will love her wholeheartedly and only her.
And now, after seeing a woman who looks very similar to Shang Wei, has his heart begun to waver?