After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

Chapter 293
He slowly approached Xia Yizhen's face and looked at Xia Yizhen's slightly closed eyes and fluttering eyelashes.

"How did you know that I like Xiao Wu?"

He had always kept this matter in his heart.

Before Duan Xiaowu fell in love with Chang Rong, he was planning it.

After Duan Xiaowu fell in love with Chang Rong, he knew that he would never be able to say this again in his life.

But how could Xia Yizhen know this?
"In addition to your photographic memory, do you also have the ability to read minds?"

He gently teased Xia Yizhen's hair with his fingers.

Xia Yizhen's face felt a little itchy and she hid aside.

"Your eyes……"

She opened her eyes slightly, stretched out her index finger, and pointed it at Feng Yian's pupils.

"Your eyes... don't lie."

Feng Yian suddenly straightened up, forgetting that this girl was drunk now.

I wonder if she, who is drunk, will remember what she said tonight when she wakes up.

Looking at Xia Yizhen's hand slowly lowered, Feng Yian suddenly noticed a hidden teardrop in the corner of her eye.

"You're crying, Xiaozhen."

Xia Yizhen heard Feng Yian's words in a daze, and reached out to wipe the corners of her eyes. As expected, they were moist.

If she was sober, she would have turned her back to Feng Yian, but now that she was drunk, she opened her eyes and looked at Feng Yian.

"Brother Feng, I'm very sad."

Feng Yian picked up the handkerchief next to him again.

"Then I'll go ice the veil and wipe your face."

He said and prepared to stand up again, but Xia Yizhen never let go of his hand holding his sleeve.

"No, I don't want an ice scarf."

The tears in his eyes accumulated more and more, and soon another teardrop appeared.

Xia Yizhen suddenly sat up, hugged Feng Yian's waist tightly, and buried her face in his chest.

Her movements were too big, and the quilt that was originally on the bed was thrown off the bed by her.

Feng Yian's body froze, his hands hanging in the air, and his expression was unusually at a loss.

"Xiaozhen...you..."

Xia Yizhen sniffed in Feng Yian's arms.

"I don't want an ice scarf, a desk in an office, and I don't want to be your sister..."

Don't you want... to be his sister?

Yes, at the banquet just now, didn’t I just say that this girl was my sister?

Doesn't it turn out that she doesn't like this identity?But why did the banquet take so long, and why didn't she say anything about the fact that he usually treated her and Xiaoning no differently?

After thinking for a while, Feng Yian understood again.

This girl has a character that never refuses to others.

"Xiao Zhen, you are drunk."

He tried to gently remove Xia Yizhen's hand from his waist, but Xia Yizhen pressed harder.

"I know, I'm drunk."

She buried her head deeply into Feng Yian's chest.

"I know, don't remind me... I want..."

She wanted to hug Feng Yian, just for a moment, but even if she was drunk, she did not dare to say it in person. She only dared to hide her eyes where Feng Yian could not see.

It was already winter, and the heating in the room had not yet fully turned up. Xia Yizhen's dress was too thin, and Feng Yian wanted to reach out for a quilt and put it on her.

Forget it, just hug her for a while. She has been hit too hard by what she has experienced during this period.

When people are tired, they always want to find something reliable.

But when he wanted to reach out for the quilt, Xia Yizhen thought he was going to break away from her, so she tightened her arms and kept mumbling, "Don't leave."

The quilt was already on the ground, but Feng Yian's current posture made it impossible to bend down. "Xiao Zhen..."

He patted Xia Yizhen's back and said softly.

"Xiaozhen, be obedient and I'll get it for you..."

"I don't want to listen!"

Before Feng Yian finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xia Yizhen.

She almost shouted these words, and then suddenly let go of Feng Yian, who was restrained by her voice.

Looking up and looking at Feng Yian with tears in her eyes, Xia Yizhen could no longer see clearly.

"I have been obedient since I was a child, but I have nothing until now. I compromised, regressed, and became obedient, but what did I gain? I no longer have my parents, and they were sent to prison by me. , they hate me, and I hate them too.”

Feng Yian frowned slightly.

"I have always been obedient, listened to the teacher, listened to the boss, listened to the leader, and listened to you."

Xia Yizhen said, hugging her knees tightly and burying her face in them.

"But I'm not happy at all. Why should I be obedient? I don't want to be obedient at all."

Feng Yian listened to Xia Yizhen choked up and felt that something was blocking his heart.

"Xiao Zhen..."

"I want a home, a home of my own. I don't want to be your sister, I want..."

She suddenly raised her head, looked at Feng Yian's overlapping face, and suddenly shut up again.

The two looked at each other, but neither spoke.

After a long time, Feng Yian sighed softly, picked up the quilt on the ground, and wrapped it around Xia Yizhen.

Xia Yizhen looked at him blankly, and Feng Yian gently stroked her head.

"I'm just afraid you'll be cold. Your skirt is too thin."

Unexpectedly, the next second, Xia Yizhen's mouth suddenly dropped, she hugged her knees and started crying.

The depression, grievance, sadness, and the discomfort of being talked about behind the back by colleagues in the company these days all burst out at this moment.

Like a child, she cried with her eyes closed without concealment.

It is almost impossible to see a sober adult crying with his eyes closed.

Most of the mature world is uniformly planned, tidy, and repressive.

Such cries are only allowed in the world of children.

But now Xia Yizhen doesn't care about her identity or the person in front of her. She is the person she admires most in her heart.

Wine is really a good thing, it allows people to be themselves.

Feng Yian hesitated for a while, then gently hugged Xia Yizhen through the quilt.

"Cry. It will feel much better if you cry. Xiaozhen, your life was too hard in the first 20 years. Cry away all the pain."

His hand patted the quilt gently, and Xia Yizhen went from crying loudly at the beginning to sobbing quietly at the end, and neither of them said a word.

Finally, Xia Yizhen fell asleep with red eyes in Feng Yian's arms.

"Don't like Sister Xiaowu...just like me...just like me..."

In her sleep, Xia Yizhen whispered softly, holding the quilt tightly with both hands.

Feng Yian paused while wiping her tears and heard what she said almost instantly.

It turns out that the biggest discomfort is because he likes Duan Xiaowu?
This girl was thinking about this.

Feng Yian took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

He looked at Xia Yizhen's face carefully, and suddenly his mind went blank, so he lowered his head and kissed her.

Her thin lips gently pressed against Xia Yizhen's forehead, but for just a moment, she left again.

Almost the moment he touched Xia Yizhen's forehead, Feng Yian woke up.

"What am I doing?"

(End of this chapter)