130 The High Places Are Unbearably Cold Since Ancient Times The Strong Are Lonely
EJ looked at him from the side and spoke several times but stopped talking.
After a long while, Huangfu Will finally sat down on the sofa, rubbing his eyebrows in frustration, "ej, did I go too far?"
ej was silent for a while, "Maybe a little bit... maybe for Miss Yi'an, no matter whether the Yi family treats her well or badly, they are always kind to her."
Huangfu Will did not speak, his face was slightly lowered and his expression could not be seen, but his tall figure looked so sad to ej at the moment. He had never seen such a frustrated Huangfu Will.
In ej's eyes, the young master will always be a handsome gentleman with elegant movements and charming eyes.
He always hides his true nature as a playboy with a prodigal smile.
An indifferent man who always smiles but kills people invisible in the blink of an eye.
But he is also a helpless man who has been rejected countless times but still silently loves a woman...
For the loyal housekeeper-ej, he hopes that Huangfu Will's persistence will be rewarded. But since Lan Feng came out, he has seen many things clearly from the eyes of others. Miss Yi has been thinking about her from beginning to end.
All are blue maples.
There is a kind of love that hurts each other. Maybe Huangfu Will and Yi Anan should not have met like that in the first place.
If he had told her from the beginning that he really liked her and was not just playing around, maybe everything would be different!
Ian'an is too concerned about what Huangfu Will did to her in the past, and she also feels that she should keep Lan Feng in her heart from the beginning to the end, and should not fall in love with the man who once tortured her...
In this case, ej couldn't guess the ending of these three people.
He looked at the dusk outside and reminded Huangfu Will, "Young Master, today is the deadline for you and Dr. Lan to agree for a week... If you really like Miss Yi, go and try to apologize. No matter whether you can be together or not in the future,
Together, let’s not leave any regrets.”
Huangfu Weir kept his head lowered, burying all his emotions underneath.
"Is there anything left to eat?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
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Ian'an sat alone in front of the window of the room, looking at the red twilight clouds outside and the beautiful horizon in the distance.
Huangfu Will stood at the door for a while and walked behind her, "I heard you didn't eat today?"
"Don't worry." She said in a soft voice, "I just couldn't eat it. I just ate it because it didn't taste good."
How dare she seek death? If she died, he would definitely not let the Yi family and Lan Feng go.
Huangfu Will thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows and raised a fearless smile, "That's right. Is there anything you want to eat?"
Ian'an remained silent, not wanting to eat anything.
Huangfu Weir moved a chair next to him and sat down. The waiter handed the bowl of hot porridge to him and waited quietly. He gently scooped up a spoonful and blew on it, "That's it.
Eat something light first, come here, I'll feed you..." As he spoke, he really thoughtfully handed the porridge to her mouth.
Ian'an turned his face away a little, "I don't dare to trouble you, just leave it alone."
This man has always had his meals under the service of servants, and if he had to feed him, Ian'an was afraid of losing his life.
Huangfu Will's hand stopped in the air, his face stiffened, and he tried his best to maintain a good smile, "Can I give you some face?"
Ian settled for a moment, then turned around and took the spoon and bowl himself and started eating.
Anyway, he just wants her to eat it for him to see, what's the problem?
When she lowered her head to eat, Huangfu Weir was playing with her hair and asked thoughtfully, "If... I didn't hurt the Yi family, would you forgive me and stay with me?"
Ian'an shook his head, not sure whether he meant that he would not forgive him, or that he would not be with him.
"What if... I say that I will do better than Feng in the future?"
Ian'an's hand stagnated slightly, but he quickly turned away with the bowl in hand.
Seeing her reaction, Huangfu Weir was silent for a moment.
Finally, he saw that she had finally finished the bowl of porridge, and he finally opened his eyebrows with relief, patted her shoulder and said, "Very good, I will take you to the island later. Where do you want to go?"
"By the sea..." As soon as she said two words, her expression tightened.
Soon, my stomach was churning, and then it surged upward.
She quickly covered her mouth and forced herself to swallow those things back, choking her eyes with tears.
"I'm sorry, I just want to go by myself." She carried him on her back and buried her head and said sadly, "I don't want to see you at the moment, please let me calm down..."
Huangfu Weir pursed his thin lips into a thin line and finally left angrily.
*****◇May Gone with the Wind◇◇"President's Gold Medal Sweet Wife"◇◇The first reading of the novel◇*****
That evening, when Ian'an was escorted by numerous bodyguards to the beach, Huangfu Will sat in the living room of the luxurious presidential suite, quietly silent.
On the wall behind him, there is a huge portrait of a great man, looking down at the world with a majestic look.
It's always cold at high places. Since ancient times, the strong have been lonely.
The setting sun quietly shone in from the window. Huangfu Weir was sitting in the gorgeous sofa chair, folding his legs, slightly retracting his chin, and placing his finger knuckles in front of his lips, maintaining this elegant and meditative movement like an artistic statue.
It stayed still for a long, long time...
Until EJ called him from the side, "Young Master..."
His lips moved, and his deep purple eyes were slightly watery.
"Give me the phone."
ej knew who he wanted to call and directly dialed the number for him and handed it over.
The living room was quiet, and the fabric lamp on the ceiling began to glow with a bright yellow light.
After the call was connected, he was silent for a long time and then said solemnly, "Feng, congratulations, you won."
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Beyond the beautiful horizon, the sky is filled with brilliant crimson clouds.
The magnificent sunset, finally little by little, slowly merges with the night, rendering a gorgeous thin black veil covering the seaside... There is a female figure sitting on the seaside, and the figure forms a black silhouette in the sunset, with long hair flying.
, beautiful and deserted.
Yi An'an was in a daze, lost in her future without a future, when someone approached from behind.
"An'an?"
The gentle and beautiful sound is like the most beautiful tone played by a piano.
Ian'an quickly came back to his senses. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately turned back and looked at the people behind him.
In the majestic sunset light, the blue maple windbreaker fluttered, smiling at her with unparalleled grace, like the white-winged angel who fell into the world in the twilight of the gods!
Seeing her staring and saying nothing, Lan Feng knelt down in front of her, raised his hand and said, "We haven't seen each other for a few days, have you forgotten me?"
He curved his gentle eyebrows and smiled, and his silver-white hair looked like gold powder dyed in the sunset, so dazzling and beautiful!
"Brother Lan? You...are you here?" Ian'an looked at him without blinking, as if he was afraid of seeing an illusion or a dream that would disappear in a blink of an eye.
Lan Feng blinked his eyes and said unclearly, "Yes, don't you want to see me?"
Ian'an bit her lip, and the moment tears came to her eyes, she threw herself into his arms and cried like a child.
She didn't know how much she cried, but Lan Feng didn't make a sound and just quietly gave her his shoulder.
When An An raised his face, it was already stained with tears and confused.
"Why are you here? How did you know I was here? I'm sorry...I didn't go to find you..."
"Okay, it's okay." He wiped her face with his sleeve and comforted, "If I want to ask you where you are, there's no way he won't tell me, but I'm sorry that I haven't been here these days, but I won't in the future.
Already."
Seeing the distressed look on his face, Yi Anan's tears fell again, "Yijia...that bastard, he took my brother..."
"Yi Lei?" Lan Feng listened to her moaning voice in confusion, "What did you say? What happened?"
Ian'an held on for the past two days, it would be like a flood, and he could no longer control the grievance and sadness in his heart, so he told everything in the newspaper.
She never knew what to do about the Yi family. She kept thinking that maybe if she was obedient, maybe Huangfu Weir would let them return to the past.
But no matter what, the Yi family suffered a heavy blow because of her, and she felt extremely guilty in her heart!
Lan Feng listened to her in silence for a long time, and looked at her with tears and sadness.
Finally, he gently covered her mouth with his hand, stopped her voice and said, "Wait, Yi Lei killed someone? The Yi family... No, An'an, did Will tell you this?"
Ian'an nodded, "It was even published in the newspaper."
Lan Feng did not comfort her immediately, but actually laughed.
"You believe this too?"
"..." Ian'an looked at him unclearly, with tears on his eyelashes.
Lan Feng patted her head, sighed, and finally raised his head and told her with a smile, "Don't worry, the newspaper is fake. Yilan is now in full swing in the country. I heard that a new product was launched a few days ago.
Perfume is very popular in the market now. Li Ran is a perfume fan and often pays attention to these developments... According to Yi Lei, the designer is his sister, and the perfume is named after him, called 'an', An An, he is talking about you.
?”
Speaking of this, Lan Feng really became interested. He has always been very proud of An An.
Because this perfume is the same perfume that Yi Anan left for Yi Lei when she left the Yi family, she probably even forgot about it.
She didn't hear the rest of the words at this time. She only heard Lan Feng saying that the newspaper was fake...
She was stunned for a long time, then shook her head in disbelief, "But when I called back, my brother's phone couldn't be reached, and the Yi family's phone..."
Seeing how serious she was, Lan Feng couldn't help but shook his head, "An'an, I found that people with high IQs may not necessarily have high emotional intelligence. You are very smart, but when it comes to emotional matters, your brain short-circuit."
He touched her head and said, "Your mobile phone was ordered by Will, right? Is it difficult to do anything in it?"
An An was stunned again, for a while, as if he had realized something, his eyes lit up, "Then, are they okay? Are you telling the truth?"
She knelt down on the white beach and looked at Lan Feng expectantly.
Lan Feng squatted in front of her, a little helpless.
Finally, he took out his mobile phone and held it up in front of her eyes, "If you're worried, just use my phone to call back and ask."