"Look into my eyes and tell me yourself, is this true?" Wu Peng's face was serious.
"This...who told you, Weng Qing, right?" Liu Siyang lowered her head and was at a loss, guessing where Wu Peng's news came from. Weng Qing, the eighth wife, was her first suspect.
"Don't care who it is, tell me if it's true. I want to hear it from your own mouth."
"Yes, it's true. Come on, dead Weng Qing, you're a little boy. Just wait and see if I don't peel off your skin!" Seeing that he couldn't escape, Liu Siyang had to admit it and cursed Weng Qing viciously.
"Actually, it's not Weng Qing's fault." Wu Peng simply pulled Liu Siyang's shoulder and suppressed a smile: "I went to find her because I felt something was wrong. You know, I must have heard from Xiao Ran and Min Yuan.
Speechless."
"But, Wu Peng..." Liu Siyang quickly looked into the glass window. Fortunately, Ji Zhehan and Gu Yunli were talking about the contract to avoid embarrassment, so they didn't look that way.
"In fact, I should have guessed that something was wrong. You are not a person who is greedy for money, and you are not a person who is casual about feelings. How could you agree to let me chase you and have such a passionate fight with Ji Zhehan at the same time? It's just that I was attracted by feelings at the time.
My eyes are blinded and I can't see clearly." Wu Peng said with regret and embarrassment on his face.
"Wu Peng, Yunli is really a good person. I hope you can cherish her."
"I know, Siyang, I called you out because I wanted you to tell me personally. Don't worry, I'm not angry or sad anymore. Maybe we are not destined to be together." Wu Peng smiled bitterly with a trace of relief.
"Have you really looked away?"
Wu Peng looked into the distance and said in a faint tone: "Since you would rather let Ji Zhehan pretend to be your boyfriend than accept me, what can you do if you can't think about it? Fortunately, I have begun to slowly accept Yunli. As you said, she is a very good person.
Good girl."
"That's good. Actually, Wu Peng, have you ever thought about one thing? Maybe you don't love me for me." Liu Siyang has been thinking about this matter in the past few days and wants to find a suitable opportunity to say it.
Listen to Wu Peng.
"It's not love?" Wu Peng wondered if he heard it wrong, and looked at Liu Siyang with confusion.
"It's just a vague feeling that arose when we were seventeen or eighteen years old. After seeing me again after a few years, this kind of feeling acted strangely and you thought you were in love with me.
"
"Si Yang..."
"Think about it carefully, Wu Peng, I just said these words based on intuition. No matter what, as a bystander, I can see that Yunli really loves you. It's getting late, go back."
Liu Siyang had noticed that Yunli had glanced here several times, and he didn't want her to misunderstand and feel sad, so he turned around and walked back.
"Ji Zhehan is a good person, you should consider it."
Wu Peng stopped her. He had decided to quit, but he still couldn't help but care about her.
"Thank you, but he doesn't belong to me. By the way, don't tell Yunli about this, lest she worry."
Wu Peng smiled and remained silent. Of course he knew what Siyang was worried about Yunli.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." After coming in, Liu Siyang smiled at Gu Yunli, and then whispered into Yunli's ear: "Wu Peng has begun to slowly accept you, come on!"
"Really?" Gu Yunli's eyes were full of gratitude: "Thank you, Siyang."
"You don't need to thank me, you should thank yourself. It was you who moved her. Keep working hard."
"I will try my best, but it's a pity that the time is too short, but there is hope anyway." Gu Yunli's eyes flashed, and she finally felt confident.
After leaving the restaurant, Ji Zhehan sent Liu Siyang home.
"Go for a walk on the Bund?" Liu Siyang remained silent in the car. Ji Zhehan was really not used to the lack of chatter in his ears, so he suggested.
"Well, I haven't seen the night view of Shanghai for a long time." Judging from his tone, Liu Siyang didn't have much interest.
Holding on to the railing, the calm river was below. Ji Zhehan looked at Liu Siyang: "I like this very much. I like the night view here. Although the buildings here are not by the same architect, they were not built in the same year."
period, but the architectural tones are basically unified, and the outlines and lines are surprisingly coordinated.”
"Yes, the Bund has always appeared in front of the world as a symbol of Shanghai. It is the pride of Shanghainese people, and it also fully demonstrates Shanghai's culture to the world. When I came to Shanghai to study, my father sent me here. On the first night
The place we came from is the Bund." Liu Siyang was a little absent-minded, but couldn't help but agree. After all, this is the Bund, and few people can resist her charm.
"You're still a little absent-minded. Could you lend me my shoulder to lean on?" Ji Zhehan turned his head and looked at Liu Siyang, the corners of his mouth slightly raised to a nice arc.
"Why?" Liu Siyang looked at Ji Zhehan unclearly.
"Don't tell me that Wu Peng has slowly begun to accept Gu Yunli, and you don't feel any sadness in your heart."
"Okay, I admit that although I don't love Wu Peng, I still feel a little sad."
Liu Siyang lowered his head, feeling embarrassed about his own feelings.
"This is normal. It may take a few days for others to get over it, but I believe you can make this feeling disappear completely tomorrow."
Ji Zhehan patted her shoulder to comfort her, but there was a playful smile on his lips.
"Why, am I not an ordinary person?"
"Of course, you are heartless!" Knowing that the consequences of saying this would be to be beaten by a violent woman, Ji Zhehan simply hid aside, leaving Liu Siyang helpless.
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I can't manage my work. I've tried many times and it still doesn't work. At four o'clock in the afternoon, my son's kindergarten held a parent-teacher meeting for the graduation performance. I just got back from having dinner out in the evening. I kept my friends waiting for a long time. I'm sorry. I'll try to do two updates tomorrow.