"No, I'm not your guest at all. I can come to your wedding this time because I pestered Sister Zhixia to come. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be qualified to attend your wedding." Ye Wanwan choked up.
If she hadn't met Tang Zhixia, she wouldn't even know that he was getting married. She would have been waiting for him to come back like a fool in China for the rest of her life, and then he would never come back for the rest of her life.
"Since you're here, you're a guest." Jian Zhipei's reasoning was sufficient.
Ye Wanwan covered her face, tears suddenly overflowed from her fingertips, she was sobbing, and she suddenly felt extremely hurt.
Jian Zhipei turned around and found that she was not wearing any clothes. She covered her face and cried into tears. He couldn't help but said in a low voice, "Why are you crying?"
Ye Wanwan gasped and sniffed, wiping the tears on her face in a panic and said, "Don't worry about me, just go!"
Before, she cried under the dim light in the garden. Now, when she cried, the sadness in her eyes and her tears were clearly seen in the man's eyes.
It tugged at his heart, as if her sadness was also infecting him, causing his indifferent emotions to gradually recover. Emotions that even drugs could not suppress filled his chest, causing him to turn around and squat.
With his lower body beside her, he raised his hand to wipe her tears.
This action made Jian Zhipei himself stunned. Why did he behave so naturally?
Ye Wanwan pushed his hand away, "No, thank you."
A very polite voice.
Inexplicably, Jian Zhipei became a little annoyed. She was crying like this because of him. He wanted to comfort her, but she refused to give in. It was really contradictory.
"I'll ask someone to prepare a late-night snack. You can come out and eat some later." Jian Zhipei didn't ask and directly prepared one for her.
Ye Wanwan's heart softened, "Thank you."
Before Jian Zhipei put the paper on the table beside her, "Cry if you want to! If you need anything, call me."
Ye Wanwan was stunned for a few seconds. Looking at his attentive behavior, she suddenly had a vague feeling, did he remember her and still like her?
But these questions are meaningless anymore, the day after tomorrow is his wedding.
But I couldn't help but cry again.
The servant outside prepared two midnight snacks, which were light and delicious. Jian Zhipei knocked on the door again.
Ye Wanwan opened the door, changed into a set of home clothes, and limped out. The man's arm naturally supported her. Ye Wanwan looked up at him, and saw a servant again.
, she quickly withdrew her hand.
"No, thank you."
But just as she was stumbling, the arm that had been pushed away came over again and held her arm firmly, not allowing her to refuse.
Sitting on the table, Ye Wanwan was indeed very hungry. She lowered her head and drank the porridge.
The servant also left wisely. It was a quiet restaurant with gentle lighting, but the man opposite seemed to have no appetite. He just looked at the thin girl under the light from time to time.
He took another look at her phone. He really wanted to see if there were any photos of him in her phone. How close were they?
"Do you really have a boyfriend?" Jian Zhipei asked again. He was really shocked when he heard her say it last time.
Ye Wanwan raised his head and nodded seriously, "Yes."