Love is not unrequited love: deep love does not wake up
Love is endless but not joyful: deep love never wakes up
apartment.
Ye Sang sat on the sofa, his fingers intertwined uneasily in front of him, his eyes drifting to Lan Mufei who was standing not far away from time to time, biting his tender lips in confusion, lowering his eyes not knowing what to do.
Open your mouth.
Lan Mufei leaned on the table, her slender arms folded casually on her chest, because the angle of her gaze seemed to be looking at her from a high position, and her brows were full of coolness.
The atmosphere was low-pressure, and the quiet breathing and heartbeat could be heard. Finally, Ye Sang couldn't help but said: "Things are not what you think. I didn't know that person was her boyfriend."
Lan Mufei pursed her thin lips tightly and listened quietly to her words.
"After I found out that I was an illegitimate daughter, I lived very unhappy for a long time. I hated my mom for being a mistress, and I hated my dad even more! I started to behave badly, smoking, drinking, hanging out in bars, etc.
I will learn whatever I want... Several times I ran to Song Xiaowan's house unwillingly. I wanted to question my father in front of them. If he was so reluctant to divorce, why did he provoke my mother again and why did he give birth to me?
Let me appear in this world."
"I've always thought this way, but I didn't have the courage to do it. To be honest, the person who is the mistress and can't see the light of day is still my mommy! Once, I accidentally bumped into a boy near their house. At that time, I didn't even know he was Song Xiaowan.
If I had known about my boyfriend, I would never have gotten close to him. Until one time I drank too much in a bar and was almost taken away. He came over to protect me and took me home. Everything happened naturally. I
I thought he didn’t have a girlfriend until Song Xiaowan’s mother passed away and she came to his house and bumped into us..."
"After I found out that he was Song Xiaowan's boyfriend, I immediately broke up with him. My mommy was already her mommy's mistress, how could I be with Song Xiaowan's boyfriend and continue to be a mistress! I didn't think about it
But he wanted to break up with Song Xiaowan because of me. He said that he just wanted to be with me...but it was no longer possible for me to be with him."
When Ye Sang said these words, pain and helplessness inadvertently flashed through his eyes, and he bit his red lips with his white teeth from time to time.
Lan Mufei thought that maybe Ye Sang really liked that boy at that time, so when he mentioned that boy now, he looked helpless and conflicted.
Ye Sang held his face in his hands and took a deep breath——
"What happened next?"
She didn't speak for a while, and just when Lan Mufei frowned, a low voice sounded: "Once I met a street gangster at a bar, and he dragged me to get a room. I didn't want to go, it was him
He showed up to protect me and was almost beaten to death. After that, his parents took him out of Paris and went to the UK, asking him to stay away from me. Later I heard that Song Xiaowan went to the UK to look for him, but it seemed to have no result... I
Never saw him again."
If he wasn't Song Xiaowan's boyfriend, if she wasn't Song Xiaowan's half-sister, maybe she would really be with that boy, because she was really happy living with him.
They were young and frivolous, ignorant of sorrow, and full of love. Who knew that fate would play another joke on them? It was extremely ironic.
Her mother was the third party in Song Xiaowan's mother's marriage, and she became the third party in Song Xiaowan's love.
Not to mention Song Xiaowan, even she herself finds it ironic and ridiculous!!
No wonder Song Xiaowan hated her to the core, but she couldn't help herself.
Everything is a fate.
Lan Mufei was silent for a long time without speaking, quietly looking at the faint sadness hidden in Ye Sang's eyebrows. Everyone has a wound in their heart that cannot be healed. Maybe that boy is Ye Sang's wound. Over the years, no matter what happens,
You can't forget it, but you can't look back either.
Because Song Xiaowan is the biggest impossibility between them.
The phone buzzed in her pocket. Lan Mufei took it out and saw the unread text messages.
——Hurry up and walk in the clouds.
Sender: Louis Ingwit.
Why did she ask her to go walking in the clouds at this time? Liu Xi frowned slightly, not wanting to go there. She glanced at Ye Sang from the corner of her eye. Maybe now she wanted to be alone alone.
Furthermore, Louis Yingqi doesn’t like rejection from others, so it’s better not to anger him now!
He poured a glass of water in front of Ye Sang and said in a clear voice, "I am your manager. I hope that no matter what happens, you will trust me and not hide anything from me."
Ye Sang looked up at her, his eyes a little red...
"Have a good rest, don't worry about Paris Fashion Week, leave it to me."
Lan Mufei patted her shoulder to comfort her, her clear eyes shining with tenacity and radiance.
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Louis Yingwu did not snatch the phone back and allowed Luo Ruochen to use his phone to send text messages to Lan Mufei. It was not that he wanted to see Lan Mufei, but the act of grabbing things would not only affect his image but also make him appear guilty.
Whether Lan Mufei comes or not has nothing to do with him. Anyway, he will not be the one who is embarrassed then.
When Lan Mufei came over, the manager took her to the earl's box. As soon as she entered the door, three people were stunned.
Hang Hang, Feng Chen, and Lan Mufei were standing at the door. No matter how stupid she was, she could still feel that this was their private gathering time. What did he mean by asking her to come?
She cast her eyes on the calm-looking Louise Yingqi who was sitting on the sofa, hoping that he would say something to save her from embarrassment. Unexpectedly, the man looked so leisurely and content that his eyes did not even fall on her, as if she didn't exist.
The atmosphere is subtle and awkward.
Lan Mufei stood at the door for a while, unable to enter or retreat. She didn't even know how to speak to break the tranquility.
The first person to react was Hang Hang. He stood up and walked to her with a smile on his face: "Here you go, sit down."
Lan Mufei looked at Hang Hang with grateful eyes, thanking him for helping her out.
They greeted each other one by one and were arranged next to Hang Hang. They drank pure water like him.
Feng Chen's eyes suddenly wandered between Lan Mufei and Louis Yingwu in a complex manner. The two people did not look at each other, pretending to be unfamiliar with each other.
Luo Ruochen, on the other hand, reached out to Lan Mufei in a positive and gentlemanly manner, "Luo Ruochen, I met Huang Xiwen's husband at the party last time. You should remember it, right?"
Lan Mufei said with a smile on her thin lips, "Hello, Mr. Luo."
Luo Ruochen glanced at Louis Yingqi, who was drinking alone, and the smile on his lips grew thicker: "Today is a private event, there is no need to be restrained. If you call me by my name, we are friends!"
Lan Mufei didn't respond, pursed her lips and smiled.
On such occasions, say more and you will make more mistakes, say less and make fewer mistakes. It is always right to smile, but you must also control the scale of your smile. If you smile too much, you will look stupid, and if you smile less, you will look like you are putting on airs.
Fortunately, she had followed Long Lifei in the past, and she had learned a little bit about etiquette and social interactions. She answered when it was time to answer, but she didn't speak much and only spoke when she wanted to. She neither showed off herself nor appeared silent by remaining silent.
No sense of presence at all.
The four men chatted, but they didn't shy away from Lan Mufei's presence. They talked about everything from economics to politics, and Hang Hang took great care of Lan Mufei, occasionally throwing light topics to her.
Then, her answer was also impeccable.
During this period, Lan Mufei had to go to the bathroom.
This private room is very large and contains a series of entertainment facilities such as a billiards room, a video room, a lounge, a squash room, etc. To go to the bathroom, you have to go through a long corridor, and it takes three or four minutes to go back and forth.
When Lan Mufei came out of the bathroom, what she saw when she raised her head was a tall and slender figure leaning against the wall.
One hand is in the pocket, and the other fingertips hold a cigar. The outline is softened in the warm orange light, and the dark blue eyes are like a vortex in the deep sea, constantly sucking people in, unable to struggle.
If she didn't know his temper and character, Lan Mufei would be willing to admit at this moment that regardless of Louis Yingwi's noble status and family background, his appearance alone is enough to make all women's hearts flutter.
It's a pity... He has such a bad temper, no matter how good-looking he is, it's useless.
Lan Mufei planned to say hello to him and leave. Unexpectedly, before she could reach him, he quickly pressed her back against the wall and his chest. She was so frail and small in front of her.
It's like a canary in a cage.
She was startled. The distance between the two of them was too close. The handsome face was right in front of her eyes, and her breath swept across Bai Xi's neck lightly. This feeling was not very good.
"what you do?"
Louis Indigo put both hands on the wall, lowered his head and looked at her arrogantly, as if he was sizing her up, while the cigar ashes on his fingertips slowly fell down, and some fell on her white shirt, as if
The dust has settled.
"Why are you here?" There was no emotion in the deep voice, just like his deep blue eyes, which could not penetrate his soul.
Lan Mufei's eyes flickered, and he couldn't control his temper for a while. His tone was slightly cold: "It was you who sent me a text message to ask me to come over."
What does it mean to block her here and question her now?
"In your opinion, I am someone who can edit text messages leisurely?" There was obviously ridicule in Louis Yingwu's words, mocking her stupidity.
So he turned a blind eye when he saw her embarrassment, and smiled in his heart: That's right!
Lan Mufei was startled. She really hadn't thought about this problem. When she saw the text message from his number, she came over.
When a normal person sees such a text message, they will think it is from the owner of the phone. Her reaction is within the range of a normal person. Why should she be treated in such a sarcastic tone?
Unconvinced, she glanced into his eyes and tried to argue. Just as she pursed her thin lips, she heard his cold voice ringing in her ears: "If your little cleverness is only that little, it has been used up. I think
You might as well go to the first floor and sell wine, that’s a no-brainer and more suitable for you!”
His back was stiff against the cold wall, and his eyes were stunned for a few seconds.
Louis Yingwidow's eyes flashed with contempt, the faint smell of tobacco lingered under his nose, his thin lips raised an evil arc, he blew a breath on her shoulder, straightened his back and walked to the bathroom gracefully.
Lan Mufei was still leaning against the wall for a while, but her eyes followed his back involuntarily.
His words are always hurtful and irritating, but if you calm down and think about it carefully, you can understand that his words are very reasonable.
Today, someone took Louis Yingwidow's cell phone to send him a text message, and he came over without any suspicion. What should he do if today was not a private party, but a trap?
This time I won Song Xiaowan not only because of her cleverness, but also because of her good luck. After hearing the conversation between Song Xiaowan and Feng Chen, I guessed that she would bring out anything that was not good for Ye Sang if she lost her composure, so she asked Hang Hang to take it back.
Things are destroyed and destroyed; so what should we do next time, the next time the same thing happens?
You won’t always be so lucky, and not every time someone will help you!
There is still a long way to go. If she starts to relax her vigilance after reaching this point, then she can indeed sell wine in the Wandering Clouds, because the big tree of Louis Yingwidow will not let her enjoy the shade forever unless she can become strong on her own.
, establish her own territory and network, otherwise sooner or later, she will fall back into the abyss and have nothing.
Lan Mufei went back first, while Feng Chen and Hang Hang went to play billiards. Luo Ruochen was sitting on the sofa drinking alone. When she saw her, she narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Lan Mufei, my wife really hopes that you can come to my humble house as a guest."
Surprise flashed in his black pupils, and he whispered softly: "Mrs. Luo is too polite."
"She likes to make friends and appreciates you very much." Luo Ruochen paused for a few seconds, then thought for a moment and said, "It's better to choose a day like this, Saturday. I'll ask Hang Hang to pick you up then!"
His tone gave Lan Mufei no chance to refuse.
Lan Mufei couldn't refuse and simply asked tentatively: "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders. I just don't know if it's convenient for Ye Sang to go with me. You also know that she is in a bad mood due to recent events. I also want her to go out." Take some time to relax.”
"Of course it's convenient, but more people make it more lively." Luo Ruochen is also a smart person. He knows that Lan Mufei brought Ye Sang to the appointment because his wife is a designer, but he doesn't point it out and instead follows her wishes.
As far as he knows, his wife's design work this year has not yet found a satisfactory model. Whether it can be successful depends on his wife's choice!
Lan Mufei said thank you.
Louis Yingwu has not come back for a long time. Hang Hang and Feng Chen are playing billiards. Luo Ruochen is not interested. Drinking alone is not interesting, so he invites Lan Mufei to sing.
Lan Mufei didn't want to offend him, so she went to the video room with him. Probably because she had studied more classical music before and was not very familiar with pop music. She had never heard of most of the songs, and she only listened to Luo Ruochen's songs.
Sing.
The time passed until about nine o'clock in the evening. Although she didn't eat a proper meal, Luo Ruochen thoughtfully ordered a lot of snacks and juice while she was singing, and Lan Mufei had some for dinner.
After the show, Hang Hang wanted to send the count back, and Luo Ruochen wanted to go home to be with his wife. Only Fengchen was left. Fortunately, he was still very gentlemanly in public and took the initiative to send Lan Mufei back.
Lan Mufei politely declined, but she really would rather walk back than let Feng Chen send her away.
However, such an occasion did not allow her to be too insistent. After a few words, she stood helplessly at the door waiting for Fengchen to drive over.
Fengchen's car was not very expensive, but the price was already quite high, about one to two million. Lan Mufei originally planned to sit in the back seat, subconsciously thinking that a man's co-pilot was reserved for his girlfriend or wife.
Fengchen opened the passenger door for her. She was embarrassed to refuse and got in.
The whole journey was relatively silent. The carriage was silent, leaving only a lingering lingering atmosphere. To avoid embarrassment, Lan Mufei turned her head and looked out the window, pretending to be looking at the scenery.
Feng Chen looked calm, holding the steering wheel with both hands. The light in his eyes swept across her profile from time to time, and he suddenly said: "Lan Mufei."
She came back to her senses and looked at him: "What's the matter, Mr. Feng?"
"It's off duty time now, you can call me Fengchen."
Lan Mufei pursed her lips and smiled lightly. She would not say anything easily until she understood what he wanted to do.
"You hate me?" Feng Chen saw her silence and looked sideways at her.
Their eyes met, Lan Mufei didn't shy away from anything, and remained as calm as ever: "This sentence is more like my line!"
Feng Chen thought of something and smiled: "Yes, I hated you at first!"
Lan Mufei didn't ignore the word "at the beginning". Did he mean that he doesn't hate it anymore?
"Have I ever offended you?"
"No." Feng Chen retracted his eyes and looked forward, his voice low: "But in fact, I knew the name Lan Mufei before you entered me."
Before Lan Mufei could react, she heard his voice ringing in her ears: "Seven years ago, you were pregnant with the count's child!"
His face instantly turned pale, and his thin eyelashes trembled violently, as if he was a clown who had been stripped naked and thrown on the street, unable to escape.
The unbearable and painful scenes of the past emerged before my eyes.
The fingers on his knees clenched involuntarily, and the veins were looming...
How could he know?
What happened back then was so secretive that no one except those close to the count knew about it.
Is it... Hanghang?
"It's not Hang Hang." Feng Chen denied her random guess, thought for a moment, and considered his words, "You once made her very painful!"
"I once pursued Grace, but in the end she chose the Earl!"
Lan Mufei was stunned.
I never thought that Feng Chen had pursued Grace, and then he and Song Xiaowan——
"Song Xiaowan is a very scheming woman. I drank too much that night and got in her way. This does not mean that I am a very casual man. I still have some sense of aesthetics!"
Feng Chen saw doubts in her eyes and could think of what she was doubting.
Song Xiaowan is just a woman who will do anything to achieve her goals. Her body is the best weapon for her, but in Feng Chen's eyes, she is no different from other women. That drunkenness was an accident, and it was only that one time!
After all, the difference between Song Xiaowan and Grace is more than ten Song Xiaowan. No matter how hungry he is, he will never fall in love with a woman like Song Xiaowan.
Lan Mufei remained silent, firstly because of the embarrassment seven years ago, and secondly because Fengchen's personal relationship had nothing to do with her.
After a moment of silence, Feng Chen said: "At first, I thought you were a woman who relied on your body to get the upper hand. In addition, you made Grace very painful seven years ago. I was somewhat resistant to you in my heart and deliberately made things difficult for you! However, these days, you are very concerned about your work.
With your seriousness, and what Hang Hang said, I believe you are different from what I thought before."
"It was just an accident seven years ago... Now I just want to make a living." There is no need to explain her personal matters to Feng Chen, but he is her boss, so she still has to explain it to some extent.
She had desires for the widow Louis, but she definitely did not sell her body or do those shady things!
Feng Chen's thin lips curled up slightly, as if smiling, "I believe you!"
"Thanks."
"..."
The car couldn't drive into the alley and stopped on the side of the road. Lan Mufei unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door to get out of the car when Fengchen's voice sounded in the car again: "Lan Mufei——"
"Huh?" She paused for a moment, looked at Feng Chen, and waited seriously for him to continue.
Under the dim light, his eyes were serious and solemn, and he said in a low voice: "Seven years ago, you were only 17 years old. It's okay to make mistakes. Seven years later, you will be 24 years old. At this age, you should not have illusions or mistakes.
It's a fluke. Although some dreams are beautiful, they are also very luxurious and are not something we can dream of dreaming about."
Lan Mufei's expression was hidden in the dim night. She was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "Are you awake from your dream?"
A faint smile spread across Feng Chen's thin lips, but it didn't reach the depth of his eyes. "I'm not a lover. I can't have a luxurious dream. At least I have other dreams to have."
And that dream will become the most beautiful and complete dream preserved in his heart.
Lan Mufei was silent for a long time, and her fingers subconsciously touched the bracelet on her wrist that was stained with her body temperature. Her voice floated softly in the air.
"What you are worried about will never happen. Because many years ago, there was a beautiful woman living in my heart, which no one can reach. I am willing to have a luxurious and sad dream, even if there is only
Tears, I would rather not wake up in this life."
Deep love, no regrets, no regrets.
After that, I got out of the car and said good night to him. The figure he turned around looked very thin under the cool street light.
Feng Chen frowned. He believed Lan Mufei's words and knew that the dream she was talking about did not refer to the widow Louis. When she spoke just now, she touched the bracelet, her eyes were tender and sad.
The person who gave her the bracelet was the "dream" in her mouth.
What kind of "dream" is that?
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When Lan Mufei got home, Yun Gu was still awake. Knowing that she hadn't eaten anything at night, he immediately got into the kitchen and made her something to eat. Whether it was delicious or not was one thing, but at least it couldn't make her hungry.
While eating, Lan Mufei asked Yun Gu if he had any ideas for the future, such as reading more books.
She taught Yun Gu how to read, but after all, what he learned was limited. It was a pity that he could not finish college. She hoped that Yun Gu could read more books, enrich himself, and at least be able to talk to others.
Sometimes, I will not reveal my poor words, shallowness and ignorance.
Yun Gu is 21 years old this year and has never studied in school. He is afraid that he will not be able to adapt, and studying is a huge expense.
Regarding expenses, Lan Mufei told him not to worry. Her current job at ME was going well. Although she had paid a year's salary in advance, a fixed salary would be deposited into her account every month, which was better than working several jobs before.
The salary must be high. As long as she works harder, there is no problem in taking care of herself and Yun Gu's life.
Yun Gu knew that everything she did was for herself, so he did not reject her suggestion. He first found a cram school for tutoring, and he could also find a part-time job on weekdays to reduce her burden.
In fact, Yun Gu also hopes in his heart that he can learn more and understand more, and does not want to be looked down upon by others.
Yun Gu washed the bowl. Lan Mufei went to take a shower and returned to the room. Yun Gu had already washed the bowl and put a cup of hot brown sugar and ginger tea on her head.
When Lan Mufei saw the brown sugar ginger tea, her eyes couldn't help but filled with warmth and smile.
Everything she encountered after her miscarriage seven years ago almost destroyed her entire body. Her health was very poor for several years, especially her menstrual period, which she stopped for a long time.
When menstruation comes again, you will have dysmenorrhea. In severe cases, you may experience vomiting, diarrhea, or even fainting.
I don’t know how many times I have fainted in the past few years.
Because she was too poor to see a doctor and couldn't buy medicine to take care of herself, Yun Gu would make brown sugar and ginger tea for her to drink every time her menstrual period was about to come. Although it couldn't solve the root cause, it was at least an auxiliary and could alleviate some of the dysmenorrhea.
And every time Yun Gu remembers her menstrual period, it is more accurate than her own.
Both of us were embarrassed at first, but now we are used to it.
After seven years of relying on each other, they are not related by blood, but they have already transcended blood and become a family connected by blood.
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I went to visit Huang Xiwen's house on Saturday, and Hang Hang also came over. As for the count, he heard that Baozi was pregnant, so he took Baozi to the veterinary hospital for a check-up. It was still unknown whether he would come or not.
Huang Xiwen seemed to have a very good impression of Lan Mufei, and even went to the door to greet them in person. The lunch, from appetizers to main dishes to desserts, was also cooked and prepared by Huang Xiwen herself.
In addition to her love of fashion design, Huang Xiwen's biggest pastime is cooking, Chinese food, Japanese food, French food, curry... No matter which style she likes to try.
She said: "People don't live in this world just to eat. If you don't eat, you will die early. Furthermore, being able to make delicious food for your loved ones and seeing them eating happily is also a thing that can make people feel happy.
matter!"
Lan Mufei was helping in the kitchen. When she heard this, she felt inexplicably regretful. She had never cooked a meal for him since she was a child. Before, she had deliberately learned Chinese cuisine from her Chinese female classmate, but unfortunately she had no chance to cook it for him.
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Huang Xiwen knew the purpose of bringing Ye Sang here, and she didn't shy away from it. She directly asked her if she had contacted Teacher Meili.
Lan Mufei didn't hide it. Although Teacher Meili wanted to win over her, she also had to make other preparations. If she couldn't win over Teacher Meili's works, she would at least have Ye Sang appear at the Paris Fashion Week in one month.
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Huang Xiwen thought for a while and said: "Let's try again. After all, Teacher Mei Li's works are very influential. If it doesn't work, I will try to make another design this month. The previous design is not suitable for her!"
Lan Mufei's eyes flickered, and she felt an indescribable touch in her heart, "Why are you helping us like this?"
Although Huang Xiwen is also graceful, gentle and courteous, this feeling is completely different from that of Song Xiaowan. There is no fakeness at all. It can be felt that she wants to help others from the bottom of her heart.
Huang Xiwen smiled: "I'm not helping you, I'm helping you!"
Lan Mufei was puzzled.
"I've heard of Ye Sang, but I don't know much about it, and I can't say much about it. But I think I'm quite destined to you, and I want to help you!"
Lan Mufei is an agent, and the models she leads can stand in Paris Fashion Week and shine. This also adds a layer of gold to Lan Mufei's identity as an agent, which can be regarded as gaining popularity in this circle.
So she really wants to help Lan Mufei, not Ye Sang!
"Thanks!"
After all, the count didn't come for lunch. Ye Sang, who is usually very arrogant, was very restrained today and didn't talk nonsense!
Luo Ruochen is a master at creating a lively atmosphere, and coupled with Huang Xiwen's kindness and hospitality, the atmosphere was quite good, and everyone was as warm as old friends.
Not long after the meal, Ye Sang received a call, saying that it was Mommy's former relatives who asked her to leave early.
Lan Mufei walked her to the door and told her not to go to some messy places and to call her if anything happened.
Ye Sang nodded quickly to reassure her.
The car disappeared from sight, and when Lan Mufei turned around to walk in, she suddenly heard the sound of a sudden brake.
Looking back, a black car stopped only 20 centimeters away from her.
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Young Master: The two chapters were merged into one. I blocked you both twice in one day, and even gave you 115 words. You’re welcome. I’m really becoming more and more generous! It’s the last day for monthly ticket doubling, so don’t forget the monthly tickets in your hands.