When we entered the villa, it was very dark and quiet, with no sound at all!
It was so quiet that there seemed to be no one. Cheng Anya sat tiredly on the sofa, leaning back and hanging her hands. The suffocating document was scattered on the floor, and the papers rubbed against each other making a rustling sound. (www
It poked Cheng Anya's heart delicately!
So sour!
In the dark night, her heart slowly sank.[
Why does it become like this?
Wasn't it originally very happy?
Cheng Anya slowly replayed this beautiful night in her mind, walking hand in hand in the sunset, her smile as bright as a flower, his beautiful tree in the wind, their domineering kiss in the square, their picky lips when drinking hot drinks... For this necklace, she is so charming.
Weeping and complaining, extremely bloody, holding her hand and walking romantically in the white moonlight, there was a bouquet of fiery red roses, and she could even smell its fragrance.
Scene after scene, like slow motion, and like a sharp blade, cutting through Cheng Anya's heart, it hurt.
She closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered her face with a layer of fine sadness. For the hatred between families, Ye Chen, you abandoned me so easily?
Her heart clenched painfully, and she thought of many things, including Mr. Ye at Mr. Yang's banquet, Mr. Ye who was furious when Mr. Yang called him, and Mr. Ye who was rude during the confrontation with Mr. Ye. MBS International and Yaohua.
Ten years of open and covert fighting, life and death.
My heart suddenly felt as cold as water.
But... what does all this have to do with our feelings?
Yaohua is Yaohua, Mr. Yang is Mr. Yang, and I, Cheng Anya, am Cheng Anya. What is the reason why you want to give up on me?
When love and hatred meet on a narrow road, will you choose hatred?
A burst of anger ignited from the bottom of her heart, and Cheng Anya suddenly opened her eyes, bright and firm!
In order to lure me into your life, you did whatever it took to use your son as a trump card. You said, let’s try to see if we can grow old together. You tried your best to make me fall in love with you, but you wanted to give up because of hatred.
I?
Ye Chen, what do you think I am?
For love, I would give everything and never regret it, but you give up so easily. How can you make me feel so embarrassed?
If our relationship cannot withstand the hatred in your heart, you can hate it as you wish, even if we want to break up, you have to tell me in person, Cheng Anya, I don’t want you anymore, I don’t love you anymore, let’s break up!
Well, I'll do whatever you want. If a man can abandon her for hatred, I won't care!
This girl is not that cheap!
Cheng Anya swept away the sadness on her face, stood up in a hurry, and went upstairs...
The door to Ye Chen's bedroom was closed. Cheng Anya stood at the door, without even knocking, and entered directly. She was greeted by the strong smell of alcohol. Just from the smell, she knew it was extremely strong alcohol.[
The room was very dark, with no lights on, the windows were wide open, and the black curtains kept blowing in the night wind, like giant black ghosts, roaring to devour everything, and the whole room was cold.
And sad, there is a heavy and heavy pain flowing through it.
Ye Chen stood with his back to the door and stood by the window. His tall figure seemed to be coated with a layer of frost. The moonlight slanted in from the window, making it even colder. They were obviously close at hand, but Cheng Anya felt that they were far apart.
Far, so far...
There seemed to be a vacuum around him, and no one could get in!
So close to the end of the world!
An empty wine bottle was already thrown on the ground. Through the moonlight, Cheng Anya saw that it was a bottle of very strong Scotch whiskey, and he still held a bottle in his hand, occasionally raising his head and drinking heavily!
Her heart felt cold!
The anger that had been ignited was wiped out by this scene!
There is a large and beautiful wine cabinet on the first floor, which contains many famous brand-name wines, including Scotch whiskey, rum, brandy, Centaurus Louis XIII...all of them are vintage wines.
There are also many wines with high sugar content.
But Ye Chen has a quirk. He doesn't like drinking very much. This large wine cabinet is just a decoration. Unless he is particularly upset, such as when he comes back from Ye's house, he will take a sip or two at the bar.
He never drank too much, and Cheng Anya also noticed that he didn't drink when accompanying him to socialize, unless he was with businessmen of the older generation, and it was hard to refuse the hospitality.
This is his contradiction. He doesn't drink much, but he drinks a lot.
The courage she mustered up fell off a thousand miles. Cheng Anya knew Ye San's character and his hatred very well. She knew that Master Ye could only choose between hatred and her. She had just learned about such an explosive thing.
She should be considerate of the news and give him time to think it through.
But she doesn't want it. If Ye Chen is in pain, will she feel better?
She had just sworn that she would always identify with Ye Chen no matter what happened, but he immediately made her realize that her weight was not as important as the hatred in his heart. How could this make the arrogant Cheng Anya feel so embarrassed?
She also understood that if she really wanted to find out, the consequences would not be what she wanted, and they would really be in a dead end!
She knew this and wanted to know.
Cheng Anya's character is like that, she would rather be in pain, rather than being dragged away lukewarmly.
"Ye Chen, why?" With courage returning to her heart, Cheng Anya endured the pain like a needle prick and asked in a deep voice. In the dark night, her voice sounded particularly deep and dignified!
Mr. Ye could imagine her face at this moment without looking back!
He took another sip of wine. Whiskey is a strong drink and should be sipped slowly. He drank so much that he felt uncomfortable, but he was too confused and at a loss. He could not hold down the wine and not panic. He was really
I hate myself for not getting drunk after a thousand cups.
How nice it is to be drunk and not have to worry about anything![
"Why didn't you go with him?" Ye Sanshao's voice was extremely hoarse, sarcastic and cold, "The old man was so happy and gloating about his misfortune. The things born of bitches will not end well, he must have thought so.
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Cheng Anya glanced at the tip of her nose. Ye San's tone made people extremely uncomfortable. What happened? Ye Chen, why are you so desperate?
"This is between me and them. Now it's between me and you. Don't get confused!" Cheng Anya hardened her heart and said coldly, "If you don't want me, at least give me a reason!"
"I don't want you... Hahahahaha..." Young Master Ye raised his head and laughed crazily. The hoarse laughter, scattered in the empty blackness, had an indescribable sadness, like a cuckoo weeping blood that is about to wither.
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Cheng Anya closed her eyes quickly, holding back the pain and the tears that were about to come out, torturing each other, and everyone's heart was bleeding.
"Didn't the man named Yang tell you?" Mr. Ye was so out of breath from laughing, "He really had the heart to let you ask me..."
Third Young Master Ye slowly turned around, and the black curtains flew strangely on both sides. Cheng Anya was stunned. She saw cold tears flowing down Third Young Master Ye's face...
At that moment, it was like a thousand arrows piercing my heart!
"Do you want to know why? I'll tell you..." Mr. Ye laughed crazily and desperately, slammed the bottle against the wall, and roared: "Because I am also the grandson of that turtle bastard!
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This chapter is a bit distressing to write, 555, my poor Mr. Ye......