The dinner under the crystal lamp is a little more bright and grand, and the snow-white transparent cloth is decorated with gorgeous romance. The long table is full of all kinds of food, all from the chef's hand, delicious delicacies, attractive.
The light on the food makes people move their fingers.
Huangfu Yuyang sat in the main position, changed into a suit and shoes, put on casual clothes, but could not hide his awe inspiring domineering. The light carves his outline, which is more charming. Every angle is resolute, resolute, full of masculinity, which makes people feel excited and dare not approach.
A simple white dress, black hair like waterfall scattered in the back, black and white contrast impact the temptation of innocence. Su Leyao is astringent with her delicate features, elegant temperament, extraordinary vomit and bright personality.
I don't know why, Wen Jing never said anything ambiguous with Huangfu Yuyang, and they were very calm. But she has been comparing herself with her, the more inferior she is, the more entangled she is.
She is so strange that she doesn't even know herself.
Three people's dinner is too quiet, Wenjing held up a glass: "Yuyang, Leyao, I'm sorry I don't know about your wedding news, I borrow flowers to offer Buddha, I wish you a happy wedding, a happy marriage."
"Thank you." When Huangfu Yuyang touches her glass, Su Leyao forces her to be calm and generous. He also raises the glass and takes a big drink.
"Cough..." As soon as the wine entered the throat, it burned very hard. His face turned red and coughed. Huangfu Yuyang quickly put down his glass and stood up to help her with her comfort: "why is it so urgent? How are you doing? "
She wanted to answer very much, but she coughed more when she wanted to speak.
"Caiyi, pour a glass of water. Come on." Black eyes overflow thick worry, originally cold and resolute face because of this affectionate and gentle. Wenjing's heart beat quickly again. Fortunately, Huangfu Yuyang's mind was on Su Leyao's body, and he didn't notice her expression.
He took a few mouthfuls of water from Huangfu Yuyang, and finally his throat became less itchy. His cough stopped gradually. He could not help but warm up his worried eyes: "thank you, I'm ok."
Thick big palm is still patting on her back, again and again: "do you want to drink some more water?"
Su Leyao shook gently: "I'm ok."
Lift Mou to go up gentle and quiet if thoughtful of vision, the blush of cheek more heavy a few minutes: "sorry, I don't quite know how to drink." She thought the wine would be as sour and sweet as described in the TV series, but she didn't expect the alcohol taste so strong.
"It doesn't matter. We are all friends. You don't have to force yourself. " Wen Jing smiles very gently, but when she hears this, she can't say what's wrong.
Huangfu Yuyang put a cup of fresh orange juice in front of Su Leyao: "drink this."
"Yuyang, I didn't expect you to hurt your wife so much." Su Leyao was very embarrassed. She has not been used to the relationship between her and Huangfu Yuyang. At first, he forced her, but now he forced her.
She was forced to accept together, but she has not really entered the role.
From Huangfu Yuyang's point of view, Su Leyao's pink cheeks are bright red, his long eyelashes are trembling, and his alluring red halo spreads all the way to the clavicle. His pink earrings are honey colored by the light, and they are glittering with allure.
Black eyes overflow of tenderness, gentle and quiet slightly lower eyelids, do not go to see him. The pain and bitterness in her heart clearly told her that she liked this mysterious man who was riddled all over.
Just, meet too early, know too late, his heart has lived another person.
All of a sudden, the space quieted down again. I thought Huangfu Yuyang would not answer. Unexpectedly, his words made her regret her joke: "loving my wife is the most important career in a man's life."
In order to cover up his embarrassment and loss, Wen Jing had to continue to tease: "when you were a child, you were silent and didn't care for anyone. Grandfather Huangfu also told my father that he was afraid that you would be too dull to get a wife in the future. It's a big change for men. "
"Wenjing, you are different from when you were a child. You used to be just like your name." After confirming that Su Leyao was not suffering, Huangfu Yuyang returned to his position. While talking to Wen Jing, he served Su Leyao with dishes.
Wenjing found another thing. Huangfu Yuyang first removed the fishbone and then put it in her bowl. The action is so natural and considerate, as if it has been done thousands of times.
"Huangfu Yuyang, how can you criticize a lady so openly? What a shame Wen Jing, pretending to be angry, glanced at him.
"I'm sorry, but I'm telling you the truth." The rising eyebrow with a smile, showing his good mood at this time.
I didn't expect that one day I could make fun of Huangfu Yuyang so much. My heart was sour and astringent. The lightness of this moment is due to the presence of Su Leyao, who gives him a good mood.
If only she was with him, he would be very elegant and formal.
"Le Yao, discipline him quickly." Su Leyao's face is red again, and her eyes are full of shame. She looks very charming.
No wonder everyone says that women who are nourished by love are the most beautiful.Huangfu Yuyang's beloved wife was so desperate to be bullied by Wenjing that she quickly changed the topic: "I heard that you are going to hold a concert in Italy next month?"
In fact, Wen Jing was very happy that Huangfu Yuyang would end the topic that she had to talk about. When it comes to her preferences and facts, her black eyes brightened up and brightened up: "yes, there are still five touring concerts this year. By the way, if you have time, you can accompany Leyao to travel. I will be a good tour guide. "
"Well, this time is too busy. I still owe Leyao a honeymoon." The answer is gentle and quiet, but the eyes are looking at Su Leyao.
"By the way, Leyao, what do you usually like?" Wenjing doesn't want to listen to Huangfu Yuyang's expression of Su Leyao's deep affection and change the topic.
"Reading novels." He replied casually.
"Oh, about what? Philosophy, music, history, or classics? " Gentle and quiet casual chat seems to move Su Leyao's fragile heart.
Yes, they have been blessed by God since childhood, and they have no pressure in life. They all study elegant art, or finance and economy, living at the top of the pyramid.
She studied fine arts, but she took the vulgar road of comics and novels. Not too much talent is part of it, but more financial pressure.
At the beginning, I just took a try attitude and submitted the manuscript. I didn't expect that I was lucky and got a reply soon. When she got the first payment, she was so happy that she could support Qin Hao on her own.
Of course, after graduating from a major, if you have the money to continue to study and travel around the world, maybe you can really become an artist. However, art is noble, but life is realistic.
Art without food and clothing is impractical, and she has no capital to dream.
It was glorious to support herself, and she was never ashamed. However, compared with Wen Jing, she is a little ashamed. She and she are people of two worlds. She lives in the palace of art and accepts people's admiration and worship.
And she abandoned art for life.
Seeing that Su Leyao was a little shocked, Huangfu Yuyang was proud to answer for her: "Yaoyao is a comic novelist."
"It's amazing, Leyao. What novels have you published? I must go and read it. " This sounds more ironic to Su Leyao.
"Let Miss Wen laugh. I'm a storyteller." He took a sip of orange juice and looked up. Shuimou no longer has complex hesitation and inferiority. She may not be gentle and noble, but she depends on her ability to support herself and her brother. She has nothing to inferiority.
"I admire people who are free and unrestrained most. In fact, although we are in different fields, our creative principles are interlinked. I can't tell if I can compose music for a movie after your adaptation. " Wen Jing smiles sincerely.
After she said that, Su Leyao felt that she was a chicken.
However, this is a bit polite, a bit true, she still understood. Ah, she has been staying at home for a long time. She doesn't know much about the world, and even loses her ability to communicate with others.
"Yue Yao, Yu Yang, thank you for your hospitality. When you go to Y City, you must come to my home. Come on, I'll do it first. " Sipping a sip of wine and then put it down: "that, Leyao, you can drink Chengzhi. It's all your own. Don't mention it."
Wen Jing's last sentence won Su Leyao's favor. He took up the wine glass and just sipped it this time.
Then the atmosphere relaxed a lot, but Su Leyao still couldn't get in on the topic of Wenjing and Huangfu Yuyang. To avoid further embarrassment, she ate quietly.
After a meal for two hours, the three went to the living room to eat fruit. Huangfu Yuyang received a phone call, said sorry to them, and hurried upstairs.
Aunt Cai brings the fruit tray, and Su Leyao and Wen Jing watch the TV play, chatting with each other.
"Yue Yao, I've always been curious. How did you know Yu Yang?" Fork a watermelon into the mouth, Wen Jing asked.
Su Leyao's expression was stiff. She really didn't know how to answer such a question. Can it be said that Huangfu Yuyang designed and forced her? Can you say that he has been in love with her secretly for five years?
Such words are more than three points of the plot of the novel. She doesn't believe it herself. How can she tell others?
What's more, to tell the truth will lead to many inside stories. She thought she was not familiar with Wenjing enough to make friends with her. She didn't even say angel at first.
Seeing Su Leyao's embarrassment, Wen Jing didn't stop. Instead, she sat next to her: "don't be embarrassed, say it, say it. Did Yu Yang's legs get better when you met? "
In the face of the problems raised by Wen Jing, Su Leyao is a little overwhelmed.
She said it wasn't, she didn't say it.
He kept looking upstairs, expecting Huangfu Yuyang to come down quickly and rescue her.
At this moment, the quiet seems to have changed, no longer gentle and considerate, understanding, like holding the purpose, unscrupulous.