The circles under Zhongqing's eyes that had been crying had recovered, and she returned to the villa.
When I raised my head, I was far away.
Zhong Qing saw the all-too-familiar figure standing not far away.
I once felt so deeply loved.
Every time I see her, I feel extra at ease and sweet.
But, now...
The rest is all sour.
Leng Yan...
Leng Yan...
Deep in her heart, she kept calling this familiar name, which made her heartache.
But, why is he here?
Zhongqing looked at that figure, her heart was filled with anxiety and complex emotions intertwined in her heart, making her freeze in place and unable to move.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time..."
Just when he was indulging in love, he heard Leng Yan's voice without any warmth.
Zhongqing came back to her senses and pretended to be indifferent: "Why are you here?"
Leng Yan's stern and tall figure leaned against the door, standing with his hands coldly folded across his chest, the expression on his face as cold as Satan. He pondered for a long time, then stood up slightly and strode to Zhong Qing.
"What was our previous relationship?"
Zhong Qing was stunned for a moment, turned away and said quietly: "I don't know what you are talking about, I don't know you at all."
As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to leave as if fleeing.
As she passed by, Leng Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.
Zhong Qing was shocked, as if he was a dirty bacteria, and she violently shook off his hand, but she couldn't break free and stared at him with a heavy gaze: "Let me go!"
"Don't let go!" Leng Yan said coldly.
Looking at this handsome face in front of her, familiar scenes from the past passed before her eyes, as if she had gone back to the past. He was still so domineering, but she felt particularly heartwarming.
Zhong Qing's eyes gradually became blurred. I don't know whether it was her imagination or whether Leng Yan seemed to have become more handsome after three years.
His facial features are so handsome that people and gods are outraged.
In the past three years, no matter how much she wanted to forget this face, she always saw her son's face that looked like a 'little copy' of him.
But she missed him more and more.
More heartache...
Zhong Qingqing couldn't help but raise her hand, wanting to caress the face she thought about day and night. However, her hand froze in mid-air, and she felt the strength of her wrist, which immediately woke her up.
He suddenly raised his eyes and met that cold gaze instantly.
"Can't play hard to get anymore?!" Leng Yan stared at her sinisterly.
A hint of hurt flashed across Zhong Qing's eyes, she bit her lip tightly, trying her best to hold back something, and said quietly: "I have no idea what you are talking about!"
Leng Yan raised his purple lips, took out an envelope from his clothes, and threw it at her. Then, a stack of photos fell out of the envelope, and Leng Ning said, "What else do you have to say!"
Zhongqing lowered his eyes and was stunned when he saw the photos all over the floor.
His face suddenly changed.
In every photo, the protagonists are her and Leng Yan.
In the resort, she and Leng Yan walked barefoot on the beach. The two kissed passionately. Yanran was an intimate couple.
As Zhong Qing watched, the uneasiness in his heart continued to grow.
It felt like I had a guilty conscience about being caught red-handed for doing something bad.
She never expected that Leng Yan would actually investigate their past affairs.
"You have nothing to say?" Leng Yan narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "I know, you have a son!"
His words were like a bomb that exploded in her mind.
Zhong Qing's head was buzzing, her face was getting paler, and she couldn't think of anything.