The Most Beautiful Years Met You 【Forty-Five】Her eyes are so firm that they are gloomy
Jiang Hui and he were friends, and Jiang Hui came to Fengcheng to see her husband.
This answer made Ye Hehuan experience the transition from cold winter to warm spring in an instant. While feeling happy, he couldn't help but ask: "What about that girl from Yunnan?"
"That was because of work."
What about Han Jingqiu? Ye Hehuan suddenly wanted to know, does he still like Han Jingqiu now?
A buzzing sound stopped her from speaking. It was Yu Zhongxiao's cell phone.
Ye Hehuan was a little frightened. When he stretched out his hand to pull her away, she resigned from his arms and sat on her knees at the end of the bed, looking up at him quietly as he answered the phone.
Yu Zhongxiao took out his mobile phone and saw the caller ID. He didn't answer it and pressed the red hang up button.
"Whose phone number is it?" Ye Hehuan asked curiously.
His eyes moved from the phone to her face, looking at her with deep eyes. Teenieweenie's dark green hooded sweatshirt, light blue curled nine-point jeans, her hair tied into a loose bud, her smooth and full forehead, and her pair of small and exquisite
Her feet were shining brightly against the snow-white sheets, and the soft room light hit her beautiful and unusually young side face, which also lit up her watery cat eyes.
"Your aunt." In her earnest eyes, Yu Zhongxiao said three words.
His tone was understatement, but Ye Hehuan's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had done something sinister. She even suspected that he did it on purpose. When the phone rang again, she subconsciously moved back.
Yu Zhongxiao still didn't answer, put the phone back, looked up at her again, and this time he suddenly asked: "Why do you want to come to Fengcheng?"
He had already guessed it? Did he realize that he was here just for him?
Ye He welcomed those deep black eyes: "You want to know?"
Yu Zhongxiao didn't say anything, but his stern eyebrows already told the answer.
Looking up at him, Ye Hehuan slowly spread out his slender arms and curved the corners of his lips: "Then give me a hug first, and then I'll tell you everything."
Yu Zhongxiao frowned, as if her request was unreasonable.
He didn't move.
Although she had expected this result, she still felt a little disappointed. She knelt down to the edge of the bed. Ye Hehuan tentatively reached out and grabbed his shirt. Seeing that he didn't push her away, she gently leaned her head against his body, holding her hand
Passing through his thin waist, she carefully hugged the man who had made her think about countless days and nights.
He is her uncle, he is a married man, and he is eleven years older than her. Whenever she thinks of these realities, she always feels flustered and uneasy.
She didn't know when she started to like him, and she didn't even have time to mourn the passing of her relationship with Yan Yu...
Ye Hehuan turned his face sideways and looked at the floor lamp by the window with the corner of his eye.
A faint halo seemed to shine into her heart at this moment. She pressed her forehead against his chest, heard his steady heartbeat, and held the fabric of his shirt behind him with her fingers: "Why are you like this-"
She murmured softly, her tone extremely melancholy, thinking that he had ignored her in the past two months, and now he deliberately distanced himself from her when they met.
"Games between adults are not suitable for children." He suddenly spoke, and his words seemed to be a kind of persuasion, but also seemed to be mixed with helplessness.
"I'm an adult!"
Ye Hehuan refuted him hastily, jumped down, grabbed the bag thrown on the sofa, found his ID card, and returned to him: "I am eighteen years old!"
Her eyes were very firm, so firm that Yu Zhongxiao didn't know how to answer the words. Looking into those clear cat eyes, he placed the ID card she forced into his hand on the table next to him. Before he turned around, he said in a cold voice:
"Go to sleep and go back to City B tomorrow."
"Liking you is my own business and has nothing to do with you. You don't have to like me, but you can't force me to do the same." She took two small steps unwillingly.
But what answered her was the sound of the door closing.
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Yu Zhongxiao returned to his home in the compound. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the old lady in the living room, applying a facial mask and watching midnight theater.
"You're back?" Mrs. Yu heard the movement at the door, raised her face and squinted over.
Yu Zhongxiao put the key on the shoe cabinet, put on the slippers that had been prepared at the entrance, walked over, and glanced at the TV: "Why haven't you gone back to the room to sleep?"
"It's not just to wait for you."
Old Mrs. Yu pulled off the mask paper from her face and finally spoke clearly: "Did you have a fight with Jingqiu? You just called home crying."
"nothing."
"It's nothing but divorce?!" the old lady couldn't help but raise her voice.
Yu Zhongxiao said nothing.
"You are already the oldest. If it weren't for a big conflict of principles, you would have to give in to my wife. Only if you solve your personal problems can I put my personal ideas into practical actions."
"You are almost thirty years old, shouldn't you have a child of your own?"
Yu Zhongxiao: "..."
Speaking of her grandson, Mrs. Yu's eyes were red: "Your sister-in-law took Weiwei abroad to raise, and your brother and his wife immigrated to Canada. Finally, you are still in China, but you are separated from your wife, but the second child
, Jingqiu told me just now that she plans to quit her job and go to Yunnan with you."
Yu Zhongxiao suddenly looked up at his mother.
"Jingqiu's plan is to try to have a baby within the next two years. When you are transferred back from Yunnan, she will no longer go back to City B and move in with us."
It was rare for her daughter-in-law to be so filial and obedient. Mrs. Yu also frowned with joy. She patted her son on the shoulder and sighed: "Seeing her sudden attitude, I guess she knew she was wrong. It's too late now. I'll call her back tomorrow.
You can’t get divorced just because of a quarrel, right?”
"By the way, are you going back to Fengcheng with Jiang Hui tonight?" Mrs. Yu suddenly asked.
"Um."
"She is also a poor person. Just a few days after her marriage, something happened to her husband and he didn't come back for Qingming Festival. It's good to go and see her now."
Old Mrs. Yu seemed to have remembered something: "You also know your wife's temper. If you lend Binjiang Garden to Jiang Hui to live in, will she cause trouble if she finds out?"
Yu Zhongxiao didn't say anything at first, but when he saw the old lady staring at him, he said, "What's the fuss about?"
"That's good. It's almost May Day. I'll call tomorrow morning and ask Jingqiu to come to my house for the holiday." After saying that, Mrs. Yu went upstairs to her room humming a song.
Yu Zhongxiao was still sitting on the sofa in the living room. He lit a cigarette and watched the program on the TV through the smoke ring. He was slightly lost in thought and didn't know what he was thinking.
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The next day, Ye Hehuan got up early in the morning, waited until seven o'clock, and went to the restaurant to have a free breakfast.
In fact, she didn't sleep well all night. After her fearless 'confession', she was afraid that Yu Zhongxiao would completely stop talking to her this time.
At around nine o'clock in the morning, the doorbell rang.
Ye Hehuan got up from the bed, ran to the door, and looked out through the peephole. After seeing Yu Zhongxiao outside the door, she looked back at herself in the mirror. There seemed to be broken hair on her forehead and temples. She was busy
I entered the bathroom, turned on the faucet, took some water, put it on my hair, and then hurriedly opened the door.
As soon as she opened the door, Yu Zhongxiao's figure appeared in her sight.
He was still wearing the same clothes, a dark shirt and slacks, with his sleeves rolled up casually to the crook of his elbows. He was raising his hand to ring the doorbell again, when he heard the door open, Yu Zhongxiao raised his head, and Ye Hehuan leaned against the door, slightly
Smiling: "I thought you wouldn't come."
At this moment, someone checked out of the room diagonally across the corner. A man and a woman came over with a lot of luggage. Ye Hehuan couldn't help but look at them twice.
Three suitcases dragged side by side completely occupied the corridor.
Ye Hehuan subconsciously pulled Yu Zhongxiao who was standing at the door and grabbed his arm with both hands: "Be careful not to get hit--"
Perhaps her movement was too sudden, and Yu Zhongxiao actually took two steps inside. The female resident even smiled apologetically at Ye Hehuan. Ye Hehuan reacted and found that she was very close to Yu Zhongxiao. She raised her head,
Yu Zhongxiao was looking at her with his eyes lowered, his eyes were very calm.
She immediately let go.
The roots of his ears felt a little hot. Ye Hehuan went to scratch his bangs, but the raised hand just blocked his gaze.
"Is everything packed?" he asked.
"……Um."
Ye Hehuan didn't take his hand off until he heard his magnetic voice saying: "Go and get your things, I'll take you to the station."
Yu Zhongxiao drives a very ordinary black Ford.
He opened the back seat door for her, and Ye Hehuan sat in obediently. When he got in the car and started the engine, she couldn't help but peek at his profile. His expression was as usual. Did he not take what she said last night seriously?
In his eyes, she was still a little kid who didn't understand anything. Thinking of this, Ye Hehuan felt inexplicably disappointed.
All the way to the train station, neither of them communicated.
Maybe it’s Labor Day approaching, and today there’s only one train left to go back to city B at around ten o’clock in the evening. It will be a similar situation in the next few days.
Before Yu Zhongxiao spoke, Ye Hehuan had already handed the money to the conductor: "Buy one for me!"
