421 Marriage President of a Rich Family Calm Down 81 He Is My Love
What is it that makes Liang Yirou unable to smile anymore?
Leng Yuntian's heart froze. Some words seemed to have no position to continue?
But before he could speak, Liang Yirou raised his head and said with a sneer.
"Leng Yuntian, if I can get back together with you in this life, I'm afraid I can only wait until the mountains are without edges and the heaven and the earth are united!"
Looking at him with cold and ruthless eyes.
"After experiencing Leng Yunhao in my life, I hate people's deception the most! But you, over and over again, maybe I am an eternal joke in your heart! It's just that I don't have the ability to entertain a bride.
sorry!"
Leng Yuntian felt a pain in his heart, being stared at by Liang Yirou's cold eyes, like a knife slowly cutting into his heart.
Turning his eyes to the man next to him, his eyes turned cold and he asked pointedly,
"who is he?"
Liang Yirou smiled faintly and leaned against Gu Zeyang, as if she was intimate.
"He is the person I love most in my life besides my family!"
Gu Zeyang looked at this scene with a complicated expression, as if many unknown things happened when he left.
However, it is too late to say anything at this time. The only thing he can do now is probably to stay with her.
Touched by Liang Yirou's words, his heart warmed.
After being in the United States for such a long time, it finally slowly entered his heart.
Leng Yuntian and Liang Yirou looked at each other, and their eyes met in the air.
Liang Yirou's expression was cold, without even the slightest hint of tenderness, as if she was looking at an enemy.
It was basically looking at a stranger.
Leng Yuntian was finally defeated by this look, his voice was stiff, and his face was slightly stiff.
"You hate me so much?"
Liang Yirou moved her eyes elsewhere, her face expressionless, her voice calm and unruffled.
"No, I don't hate you, I just don't want to see you at all!"
Whether it was the previous deception, the subsequent loss of the child, or the final concealment of the fact that she might be infertile in the future, all of this made her feel tired and tired.
In this short marriage, she lost far more than she gained.
Feeling the vulnerability of the woman next to him, Gu Zeyang held Liang Yirou in his arms.
Smelling the familiar scent of his body, Liang Yirou shed tears of grievance. Sometimes, it wasn't because she was willing to be strong, but because she didn't have a shoulder to rely on.
"I don't care who you are? Even if you are really her former husband, from now on, I can tell you responsibly that I will take care of her from now on, and you don't need to worry about her affairs!"
Gu Zeyang said coldly.
The two men looked at each other, as if there was an electric light flashing between them.
Leng Yuntian's eyes were on Liang Yirou, with entanglement and pain in his eyes.
"I'll see you again tomorrow!"
As he spoke, his eyes turned to Gu Zeyang, with a warning in his tone.
"I don't know who you are to her, but she has been in poor health recently and still has a low fever. It's best to take her to the hospital!"
After finishing speaking, he took a deep look at Liang Yirou, turned around and left.
Viewed from behind, the figure looks a bit desolate and desolate.
When he went back, his steps staggered a little, as if he had suffered a serious blow.
Liang Yirou stared at his back blankly, feeling a pain in her heart.
He clutched his heart and turned around, forcing a smile towards Gu Zeyang.
"Stop laughing, it's worse than crying!"
Gu Zeyang's calloused fingers gently touched her cheek.
There was still some regret and self-blame in his eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? But you kept telling me that you were doing well in China?"
If he had been told earlier, he would have flown back from the United States long ago. Why wait until now?
Liang Yirou's expression froze slightly, she shook her head and said nothing.
Gu Zeyang knew what she was like, so he didn't make things difficult for her. He sighed softly and pushed her shoulders from behind.
Said with a smile.
"Didn't you say that you want to introduce a few people to me? Let's go quickly!"
Liang Yirou felt relieved,
He turned around with a faint smile and led Gu Zeyang back home.
Gu Zeyang looked down at Liang Yirou's hair in front, his eyes twinkling.
Not feeling well? Still have a low fever?
He gently touched Liang Yirou's arm, feeling the temperature on it, and frowned even more.
Leng Yuntian drove home, full of worries and nowhere to complain.
The whole person was completely under low pressure and very agitated.
Thinking of what just happened in front of Liang Yirou's house, the expression on his face became even more serious and cold.
"Yuntian, are you back?"
As soon as I walked in, I heard a familiar voice.
He frowned and replied coldly.
"How did you come?"
This person happened to be Yan Kejia, with a smile on his perfect face and his big eyes looking at her unblinkingly.
After hearing his sharp words, there was still a smile on his face.
"I went to the company to look for you, but you weren't there!"
Yan Kejia's perfect face is still impeccable.
She was wearing a long white dress that was well trimmed and seemed to be tailor-made. She had a simple and elegant necklace around her neck, making her look like an angel descending from the sky.
"When I'm at home, I don't talk about business!"
Leng Yuntian glanced at her coldly and put down his briefcase.
He walked straight to his wine cabinet, poured himself a glass of red wine, held the base of the goblet between his two fingers, sat down on the sofa, and drank heavily.
Yan Kejia's eyes flashed slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
He walked up to the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass of red wine, and sat next to Leng Yuntian.
His eyes were fixed on the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him.
Sighed.
"Time is indeed a butcher's knife. It will kill you, kill me, and kill everything we have!"
Leng Yuntian froze, raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at her, and then sighed softly.
"We have lost everything a long time ago!"
After that time she left him.
Yan Kejia took a big sip of red wine and let the wine flow down her throat.
He raised his head high and stared at the ornately decorated ceiling.
Keep your eyes open to stop the flow of tears.
Her voice was a little choked.
"I said I regretted it. I regretted it. Do you believe me?"
Even though she tried hard to hold it back, tears were already sliding down her white cheeks.
Listening to the strange sound, Leng Yuntian rubbed his forehead anxiously.
"I believe it, but don't you think it's too late to say this now?"
He drank the red wine in the glass and closed his eyes tightly.
My heart is empty, I don't know what I want and what I don't want.
Yan Kejia stretched out her fingers and gently wiped the tears under her eyes.
After a moment, he asked with concern.
"Has Leng Yunhao left already?"
She just heard what Madam Mu said, so she asked.
It can also ease the awkward atmosphere now.
Leng Yuntian nodded.
There are so many dead and injured at home now that there is really no need to stay.
"What about you? What are your recent plans? Miss Liang still doesn't want to come back?"
She thought of Liang Yirou whom she had met at the memorial service before, and couldn't help but sigh quietly.
What you want is exactly what others have been trying to throw away.
Speaking of Liang Yirou, Leng Yuntian's whole body exuded the message that strangers should not enter.
"You don't have to worry about our affairs!"
A slightly stiff conversation came out of Leng Yuntian's mouth.
Yan Kejia tried her best to smile, but the nearly perfect smile on her face finally showed cracks.
"Now, don't I even have a chance to care about you?"
Yan Kejia said slightly sadly.
She suddenly picked up the wine glass in front of her and swallowed most of the wine in it.
Suddenly choked by the smell of red wine, she coughed vigorously.
Leng Yuntian snatched the wine glass from her hand.
Another big hand patted her back.
"You are not in good health and you still want to drink?"
In just this moment, Yan Kejia had finished the entire glass of red wine.
Yan Kejia coughed vigorously.
His face was flushed, including his neck.
Because of the violent cough, snot and tears flowed down my nose.
The tearful face was full of embarrassment.
But at this time, she couldn't care much anymore. The grievances she had accumulated all along were like a sudden flood, drowning all her sanity.
"Leng Yuntian, I like you, I really like you!"
She was already too drunk, but after a few sips, she felt a little smokey.
She pulled Leng Yuntian's sleeve tightly with her fingers and said loudly.
"You know what? When I was in England, I missed you every day! Sometimes my heart breaks when I think about you!"
She stared intently into Leng Yuntian's eyes.
He said in a hoarse voice.
Leng Yuntian's whole body stiffened due to her action.
Then he pulled her hand off his clothes. His voice was low and a little hoarse.
"Kejia, you are drunk!"
Who was not like this during that period of time?
Even when he met Liang Yirou later, he still couldn't let go of the past.
However, it seems that it is too late to say more now.
"No, I'm not drunk! I really miss you! I also came back to find you, but you are no longer here!"
Yan Kejia finally said what she had been hiding in her heart.
When she was studying abroad, she once came back to look for Leng Yuntian secretly.
My body hadn't fully recovered at that time, but I wanted to watch him like that from a distance.
Just look at him twice.
But Leng Yuntian's people were already in the United States at that time.
Not only did she fail to find anyone, she fainted on the street and was eventually taken to the hospital by a stranger.
"You know what? I thought I was going to die at that time! But the saddest thing is that I didn't see you before I died!"
Yan Kejia said quite emotionally.
Leng Yuntian's eyes dimmed, and the iron palm on her arm seemed to have lost its strength.
He vigorously held Yan Kejia, who was crying and laughing, in his arms.
Tightly.
The two figures were like children on the verge of death, saving each other.
Hugging each other for warmth.
Wrapped in the familiar smell of Leng Yuntian, Yan Kejia felt relaxed, and the sobs from before gradually disappeared.