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Chapter 452 : I still want to eat after eating 7

Yin Yijie's eyes were deep and reserved, with a distant melancholy that slowly dissipated.

He looked at me, just looked, looked

I have always felt that Yin Yijie and Yu Hubing are both sons of aristocratic families, eldest sons, and princelings.

But from Yin Yijie's eyes, I discovered that maybe, things are not that simple.

He seemed to understand my laxity, see his own past, and wanted to continue to guide me, but [

It seemed that he didn’t want me to live the same life he once had, and then he wasn’t sure, so he became

I also guessed that Yin Yijie must have many stories, just like the few I have seen.

But I didn't expect that he could guess a little bit about the stubbornness of a very young girl like me.

This depth, at the moment, does not scare me, but makes me feel indescribable gratitude and a closer distance.

Slowly, in my eyes, he is no longer just the cold CEO, but a human being.

He is actually an ordinary person, an ordinary person of flesh and blood, with feelings, desires, persistence and childishness.

We are very close to each other, and apart from age, the only thing separating us is some experiences accumulated over time.

And these are not important. As time goes by, we will all grow up. And experience is like the accumulation of knowledge. Sometimes it is like history. When we turn over it, it accumulates.

If I weren't too casual and always had an indifferent attitude towards things around me, maybe I could understand more and the distance between us might be closer.

But I don't care about this, because I just don't want to care.

Everyone has their own experiences and history, and even if you make friends, you don’t have to understand them all.

What we need to know is his mental state, that is, his character, which has been precipitated and reflected by historical accumulation. That is enough.

Yin Yijie just looked at me, he was reading me and reinterpreting me.

And I looked at him without hesitation, trying to decipher his heart from his unpretended eyes.

His eyes are very good at talking and conveying emotions. As long as you are brave enough, attentive enough, and experience carefully, you will find many unexpected contents.

His eyes are sparkling, all free hand-written novels are available in gli


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