Lin Shuibi thought in confusion. Ouyang Yu didn't know what Lin Shuibi was thinking. She pointed to the car that had been waiting there for a long time not far away and said, "I think that should be the car that picks you up!"
Lin Shuibi turned around and looked. The car not far away was the car arranged by Long Yejue. When did Li Yue follow him here?
"Yes, then..."
"You go back first, I'll just take a taxi back." Ouyang Yu suggested kindly.
"Okay, see you tomorrow!" Lin Shuibi waved goodbye to Ouyang Yu.
Ouyang Yu just nodded, and a strand of hair was blown away by the evening wind, flying on her face. The setting sun shone on her beautiful face, reflecting the faint red clouds, which was so beautiful that people forgot to breathe.
Ouyang Yu seemed to feel that his heart stopped beating at that moment, and he forgot to breathe while looking at such a beautiful picture and freezing it.
He involuntarily stretched out his hand, swept away the flying hair from her face, and gently tucked it behind her ears, carefully and cherishing it.
Lin Shuibi was stunned by his movements and forgot to avoid them.
Ouyang Yu realized that he was presumptuous and apologized sheepishly: "I'm sorry, I went a little... overstepped."
"It's okay, it's okay." Lin Shuibi looked away in embarrassment, ignoring the shock in her heart. Her heart actually fluttered because of this action.
A sense of guilt arose spontaneously, as if I had done something wrong to Long Yejue.
However, the gentle Ouyang Yu in front of her was very similar to the way Long Yejue looked when he loved her. It seemed that she had the illusion that the man in front of her was Long Yejue, so she became distracted.
It seems that because she misses Long Yejue so much, she imagines everyone else to be him!
She was too deeply poisoned by Long Yejue.
"Goodbye! By the way, thank you again for your book!" Lin Shuibi said goodbye and trotted towards the car that picked her up.
Ouyang Yu just watched her walk away step by step, like a fluttering butterfly, and threw herself into the arms of the man named Long Yejue. Jealousy filled her eyes, covering her originally gentle eyes.
His face turned cold, he clenched his hands at his sides, the veins on his temples floated slightly, and he watched the car go further and further away with a sinister look.
Long Yejue, why do you have everything I pursue?
Lin Shuibi, I will definitely snatch it away, even if I pay any price!
Turning around, Ouyang Yu's face was already filled with violence, and he walked towards the car hidden not far away.
"Master, why don't you take action yet?" Zhong Wei asked from the front row.
"Not the time."
"Long Yejue has gone to England, now is the best time to take action!"
"Pah." Zhong Wei received a slap on the face. He covered the left side of his face where he was hit and lowered his head without saying a word.
"This young master is doing things, when will it be your turn to take charge? Just do your own thing for me!"
"Yes, Master!"
Picking up the magazine placed on the car seat aside, Ouyang Yu picked up the pen and translated the original text one by one. Although the car was a little bumpy, it did not affect his writing movements.
His well-joined left hand carefully stroked the "black humor" picture in the magazine, his dark eyes bottomless.
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London, England, it was London time at this time. At nine o'clock in the morning, Long Yejue's plane stopped at the private airport of Long's London villa. He got off the plane and saw Du Mi standing not far away. He was exhausted.