Chapter 15

At that moment, the heart of the words, as if someone was holding a knife to insert a knife.

Then he ground the blade carefully and pulled it out with barbs.

It's bloody.

Yanyu takes his eyes back and looks at himself in the rearview mirror. His hair is sticky, his makeup is worn, and his face is pale.

There was only one eye left, cold and quiet.

He forgot. He told her to wait for him.

The corners of her lips were very tight. She was afraid that once she relaxed, the tears she had endured for a long time would fall off. From the bag she brought out, she took out the make-up remover and wiped off her make-up in front of the rearview mirror.

Showing clean eyes, white skin.

She was a little absent-minded, the light outside the window was dim, and there were luxury cars whistling by. Suddenly, she didn't know where she should go and what she should do.

I'm a little lost.

When I look down, I see the bracelet on my wrist. It's not the new one this year, but it's still fresh and clean. The silver texture outlines the wrist, which is shining white, just like porcelain jade.

Her fingertips trembled and she stroked the bracelet.

Her heart, which was already tight with pain, seemed to be held tightly by a hand. She bit her lower lip, blinked and held back the choking of her throat.

Cheng CI.

These two words, like a shot, opened in her soft heart, all the grievances have a way to vent, she lay down, allow themselves to be weak again.

Mingming has already made a decision. She wants to get close to everything related to Cheng CI.

Now I feel aggrieved.

Too sad to breathe.

Once she relaxed, her tears were like the water that opened the gate. She wiped them away and new tears came out.

Until the sound of someone knocking on the window came out of the window, and there was a dazzling white light outside.

Yu raised her head and turned her eyes to see only the dazzling white light and the vague figure. She narrowed her eyes slightly to avoid the light.

The man is still knocking at the window.

Yu lowered the window and turned his eyes. The man lowered his flashlight and showed his handsome face. What he didn't expect was that he would be Ji Muyang.

Ji Muyang's dark eyes covered with a light smile, pursed his lips, not smiling.

The words caught his eye.

But he was stunned, his lips slightly tight, and his lazy eyes fixed on the words.

Her pupils are amber, some shallow, such pupils in ordinary people, will appear a little cold, but now, tears are hanging on her long curled eyelashes, lining that pair of amber pupils like Yingrun beads, with a shallow luster, some poor sense of innocence.

Ji Muyang saw her figure clearly in her eyes.

Yanyu gently wiped away her tears, moved away from her eyes and recovered her coldness. She asked faintly, "what's the matter, Mr. Ji?"

Ji Muyang leaned against the car body, playing with a lighter in his hand: "crying?"

Yu didn't answer. She picked up the car key on the shelf and didn't even look at Ji Muyang.

To be honest, she doesn't like Ji Muyang. Ji Muyang is a dandy and Lu Yan's friend. They haven't had much contact with each other, but she also knows that Ji Muyang doesn't like her either. Otherwise, she won't just be watching the fun.

Yanyu twisted the key and said in a calm voice: "sorry, Mr. Ji, the children at home are making trouble. I still have to go home."

Ji Muyang leaned out of the window, directly unscrewed the door and came in carelessly: "then you can drive."

The metaphor turns its head: "what do you want to do?"

"I didn't do anything. Ah Yan asked me to give it to you. He wanted to give it to Xu Yingdong." Ji Muyang's eyes flashed something. He glanced at the words, "you dare to drive on the road without your driver's license. You are ah Yan's wife. If you are arrested by the police for this, the Lu family will not let you go."

After staring at Ji Muyang for a long time, Yu finally got out of the car and let Ji Muyang drive.

Along the way, Ji Muyang always coldly crooked his lips, and sometimes sarcastically spoke to her: "it's not so good to get married to a rich family, because your husband doesn't love you, doesn't like you, and doesn't even care about your face outside. I don't know, you people love to get married to a rich family so much?"

Sometimes he asked her a question: "why do you want to marry a Yan? You used to study in England? "

Only when he stopped, when he asked the last question, the metaphor answered him.

He asked, "who is the father of your child? Your ex boyfriend? You are very avant-garde. "

She bowed her head, unfastened her seat belt and answered earnestly, "it's Lu Yan."

She finally looked at Ji Muyang.

Ji Muyang was stunned by the emotion of her eyes, sitting in the car, looking at her back.

came back home cautiously without any noise. She went to sleep with her hands washed, washed and washed, and put on a mask.When his hands were washing the current, he kept thinking about the scenes tonight.

She knew clearly that Lu Yan didn't like or even hated her.

She raised her eyes and laughed at herself in the mirror.

Now you really have nothing to like.

After Cheng CI left, she fell into the dark alone and gave up almost everything she liked. She didn't go out, didn't do anything else, and struggled alone in the dark.

Until, the north and the South sternly scold and wake her up -- how sad she should be. He hopes more than anyone that she can live a good and happy life. He supports her from the mountain village to the city, from the river city to London, and leads her step by step, hand in hand, so that she can grow into an independent woman, instead of letting her abandon herself after losing him.

He hoped that she would shine her light.

Since then, she slowly sober, but still think of him, want to think, think of at all costs to marry a man like him.

Gave birth to a daughter like him.

She was sober and sick.

Outside, there was a small sound. Yu dried his hands, wrapped up his bath towel, and walked outside, his hair wet on his shoulders.

She said softly, "Mom Zhang, did you wake up?"

But the person outside is Lu Yan. He has a car key on his slender knuckle. His light eyes fall on Yanyu. He looks at her slightly.

Just want to say something, dark eyes flash what is difficult to capture, said: "wear good clothes."

Yu Yizheng lowered her head, and then found that the bath towel she wrapped casually didn't cover anything at all. The red and white skin was slightly suffused by the steaming fog and exposed in his sight.