Chapter 157

You said, to do my life's little cotton padded jacket, warm my heart!

Clearly remember what she said, the only woman's promise he remembered in his life, but at this moment, I don't know why, when it came to his mouth, Feng Yimo couldn't say it.

In front of the woman, is familiar, but also strange!

Six years, not long, not short, the distance of time, a lot of things have changed, just like her appearance, the most simple and direct, but also the clearest change!

Presumably, now, he is no longer what he used to be!

Tears on his face, Yin Lanxi suddenly bite the lip. Look at her appearance, it is clear that she still resists.

"Are you What's the problem? "

She kept shaking her head. Yin Lanxi kept silent about what happened in those years. After a long time, she suddenly said in a voice: "Yimo, even if I come back! Are we Never again? Will you do anything for your little cotton padded jacket? "

The delicate voice and tears all over his face touched Feng Yimo's fragile heart pitifully, but he stopped:

the woman in front of him is his dream from childhood to adulthood!

But at this moment, he couldn't give a definite answer. When he came to his mouth, he thought of his grandmother, the rules of sealing the family, and Rino, who had done a lot for him and his grandmother? He can ignore everything of Feng's family, but can he disobey his grandmother?

And Reno, he's heartbroken at the thought of her!

"You won't! You don't want me! " Feng Yimo hesitated, cried and turned around. Yin Lanxi had already run away.

"Lanxi -"

opened his mouth and sealed it with desert, but he didn't go after it any more.

When he picked up the box he had dropped from the ground, he saw a discount tag, which seemed to be the one she had just dropped:

200?

She actually bought clothes with a discount of less than 200 yuan?

What has she been through all these years? How haggard and depressed? How to say, she is also the first lady of the Yin family with assets of hundreds of millions! No matter how bad it is, the real estate and stocks under the name should be a little bit!

For the first time, I stayed in the same place for a long time, and I was confused!

Once I wanted to find this woman with all my heart. Suddenly my wish came true. Feng Yimo was caught off guard. After a short period of happiness, it was replaced by endless emptiness and melancholy.

He was deeply trapped by an inexplicable emotion -

he did not try to inquire about her any more. Instead, he quickly returned to Qingcheng, but he did not return to Baimo garden or contact Rino.

For several days in succession, Feng Yimo was in a daze in his office!

On that day, he sorted out the minutes of the meeting. As soon as Mo Yan walked in, he saw Feng Yimo wandering with his chin again. After Licheng came back, this kind of action seemed to be his standard. Ten times he came in, eight times he did.

Following his eyes, he saw a pot of jasmine on the side flower rack. On the side cabinet, there was a black bag. These days, he saw more than once that his eyes would be lost in that direction.

After grabbing the back of his head, Mo Yan was still quite puzzled:

what happened to him recently? There are no meetings, and there is little interest in case Abnormally, it's not a little bit! What's good to see?

In Mo Yan's eyes, years have been like a day without any change, and he will not bump into it with his eyes closed. But in the world of desert, jasmine is like Lanxi, and that bag represents Rino.

Every day, eyes fall in the past, are difficult to choose and choose.

After putting the information in front of him, Mo Yan whispered: "brother Feng, today's meeting will be recorded --"

suddenly, the focus of Feng Yimo's eyes still couldn't gather: "Hmm!"

He raised his hand and motioned for him to sit down. Feng Yimo looked at it, and then signed on the general page: "just follow the plan, almost. You can make up your mind!"

In memory of him, is vigorous and resolute.

I have never seen him so lazy, even a little depressed and decadent. Mo Yan was quite surprised: "brother Feng, are you too tired?"

Ten billion cases, he shouldn't be like beating chicken blood. How can he react like this? Suddenly, a sentence emerged in Mo Yan's mind - heroism and love!

Is it related to love and women?

Lift Mou, seal with Mo straight body: "tired, pour don't go up, some things, haven't figured out yet!"

Looking at his good brother who has been with him for more than ten years, Feng Yimo suddenly said:

"Mo Yan, if it were you, two pens, one you like very much, one you have used for many years, which one would you choose?"

After a little thought, Mo Yan said, "old one! I'm used to it

After a meal, Feng Yimo suddenly felt that this metaphor was very inappropriate: Yes, the new may be bad, but the old has been verified.Looking at his tangled eyebrows, Mo Yan probably guessed what choice he should have met. Obviously, his answer made him question and tangle:

"brother Feng, if you really like the new one, choose the new one! You are so selective, there is no answer, if I answer the new, you will doubt that the new is bad! In fact, the first reaction is the most accurate! If I choose the old one, if you agree with it, it means that your heart is inclined to the old one; if you have doubts, it means that your heart is inclined to the new one! "

In a word, in the middle of the red heart, Feng Yimo is silent!

Looking at his reaction, Mo Yan has guessed something:

"brother Feng, not everything can be analyzed with reason, even if it is analyzed for you, it is not necessarily right! Why don't you follow your heart? No, it's easier? Let nature take its course. Maybe you'll be in the dark when you walk! Don't trap yourself to death

Only that woman can make him show such a confused reaction!

For a woman who has been with him for more than ten years and who has been thinking about her, he still hesitates. Does that mean that he has real feelings for Miss Jane?

This woman is really powerful! It's only a few days. How can he feel at a loss?

The remaining light from the corner of his eye swept to one side unconsciously. Feng Yimo still felt it was difficult to choose, so he waved his hand:

"well, let me calm down again!"

Up, Mo Yan went out.

The door of the room closed slowly, and Feng Yimo's vision was adjusted again:

follow your heart?

He has always hated men's half hearted and non-specific use of feelings. He never cared about the happiness of the whole people. He never liked to drag his feet on anything, and rarely tangled and hesitated. But this time, he was really at a loss.