The phone calls continued to come in, and the mobile phone kept vibrating and vibrating. The muffled sound was not loud, but it was particularly harsh in the dark carriage, and the three characters "Rong Yuchi" flashed on the bright screen.
It's so clear, so dazzling.
Li Yuanhang was like a blow to the head, his head was dizzy after being hit by those three words, and his heart felt as if someone had stabbed him with a knife, and he was in extremely painful pain.
Some intuition in his heart told him that the series of phone calls in the morning were also from Rong Yuchi.
Rong Yuchi has been transferred to the branch in Tainan for some time. According to common sense, she will not have any official business with her, so what is the so-called private matter? What is the relationship between him and Xiaotong? Why are they so separated?
Frequent visits?
His clean and slender fingers grasped the smaller phone and slowly, slowly slid it towards the answer button. His good upbringing told him that he shouldn't explore people's secrets like this, but he couldn't help it.
There is a certain kind of man's thoughts that cannot be suppressed by any cultivation, demeanor or anything like that. The rolling emotions in his chest finally turned into action, and his fingers finally slowly pressed the answer button.
He raised his lips and said in a deep voice, "I am Li Yuanhang."
There was sudden silence on the other end of the phone, but it seemed that it only paused for half a second, or even less than half a second. Rong Yuchi's cello-like low and distant tone sounded faintly, "I am Rong Yuchi."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Rong, but it's not convenient for Xiaotong to answer the phone right now."
Xiaotong? Inconvenient? Rong Yuchi raised his eyebrows, with a coldness in his eyes.
However, he will not lose his composure so easily.
He pretended as if nothing happened and replied calmly, "It doesn't matter. There will always be a convenient time. I'm not in a hurry. Goodbye."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Courteous and thorough, without any flaw, without revealing anything, this is Rong Yuchi, so unfathomable.
Li Yuanhang held the phone and was stunned for a while.
Start the engine and the car slides again in the direction it traveled today.
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Ding dong…ding dong…
You Tong was disturbed by the rapid ringing of the doorbell. She walked to the entrance and looked outside, Li Yuanhang?! Why did he come?!
"You Tong, you dropped your phone in my car."
She was startled and opened the door quickly.
Li Yuanhang stared at her and said, "I just realized that someone called you just now."
"Oh?!" You Tong took the phone and looked through the call history, but there was no "missed call", and there was confusion in his eyes.
"It's Rong Yuchi who called, I picked up the call." Li Yuanhang said unhurriedly, his eyes fixed on hers.
You Tong's expression changed, and he quickly looked at the "Received Calls" column. Sure enough, the call lasted for ten seconds! What did they say?!
"How can you answer my call?!" she asked subconsciously.
"I'm curious." Li Yuanhang didn't mean to regret it at all, and even asked her, "Why did he call you so late?"
You Tong is so angry that he doesn't need to worry about her affairs!
"It has nothing to do with you!" She said these four words again, and then closed the door.
However, Li Yuanhang grabbed the door panel and squeezed in with his slender body. His elegant and handsome face suddenly lowered and approached her with a sense of oppression. You Tong subconsciously stepped back and pressed his back directly against the wall.
panic.
She was extremely tired of Li Yuanhang questioning her about her personal affairs again and again, and he actually answered Rong Yuchi's call. What on earth did he want to do?!
"You Tong, I just want to know what happened that night when you and Rong Wei were late?!"
You Tong's face turned red and white, and she suddenly felt sad. It didn't happen that night, but it did happen after all, and the situation became even more unbearable. She was set up before, but she was forced to give in later.
She suddenly smiled, "Master Li, what answer do you want to hear?! If I say no, you probably won't believe it; if I say yes, what do you want?!"
"I..." Li Yuanhang was suddenly asked. Yes, what kind of answer did he want? If she said no, he wouldn't believe it; if she said yes, he didn't want to believe it, so why would he?
Do you want to be obsessed with this answer? Or, what he is obsessed with is not the answer at all, but the blind spot of his own inner feelings? What exactly does he want? Maybe, he himself doesn't know.
You Tong raised his head, looked into Li Yuanhang's eyes fearlessly, and said softly but forcefully, "Master Li, you really should learn from your sister and always remember your identity. I will always remember my identity. I am with you."
The Li family will never have anything to do with it, so please, Master Li, please don’t interfere with my affairs in the future!"
Li Yuanhang's vision was a little dazed, and the hot summer of that year suddenly appeared in his mind, but those stubborn and forbearing clear eyes were so cold. Even after all these years, he still remembered it vividly.
It turned out that he had been immersed in the past, so he had been stagnant, watching helplessly as she and he drifted away on two parallel paths.
But, from now on, no more!
Li Yuanhang suddenly backed away slowly, giving her some free space, "I'm sorry, I was abrupt."
You Tong's face still looked bad, "You apologized too much!"
"Don't worry, this is the last time." Li Yuanhang followed her words and said, his eyes as clear as ever, and his warm lips lingered in the air, but they were so meaningful. This was the last time, the last time he apologized to her, because
He would never let her suffer any grievance again in the future.
You Tong frowned intuitively, a little confused by his words.
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Downstairs, a black car parked quietly on the roadside.
In the car, Rong Yuchi silently lit a cigarette, and the light blue clouds shrouded his deeply contoured face, making him look like a demon.
The outline of the face that was too hard exuded an aura of indifference. The hair on his forehead was blown by the night wind and tangled in the corners of his eyes. It slightly covered the sharp eyes, but could not hide the two sharp edges and the thin lips.
It exuded an authority that no one dared to blaspheme.
The smell of tobacco gradually dissipated. When he saw the tall figure walking out of the stairs, he raised his hand and took another puff of cigarette, then blew out a white smoke ring heavily and put out the fireworks with his fingertips.
He opened the car door and walked out, striding upstairs. The night enveloped him with a dark atmosphere, and he was like the seducer from hell.