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Wen Ying called Wen Xingyu. While waiting, she felt unspeakably anxious, and her heart beat faster.

When the call was connected, Wen Xingyu's teasing voice came over, "Why did my married sister suddenly think of looking for my brother?"

I got my marriage certificate back without saying a word, that's great.

Wen Ying was not in the mood to make jokes with him and said directly, "Xing Yu, go to my room and look in the bottom drawer of the bedside table to see if there is a peace charm."

Wen Xingyu felt confused, "Yingying, what are you doing?"

Wen Ying didn't have time to explain so much to him, so he urged, "Hurry up!"

Wen Xingyu had already walked to her room, "Okay, I got it."

Less than a minute later, Wen Xingyu's voice sounded again, "Yes, what next?"

Wen Ying's voice tightened, "Look at the date above."

"Date?" Wen Xingyu looked over and over again, but his eyesight was good enough to see the inconspicuous date, "October 28th, what's wrong?"

Wen Ying closed her eyes and said, "Okay, you can take another photo and show it to me."

Wen Ying hung up the phone after saying that, and Wen Xingyu sent a picture about ten seconds later.

Wen Ying clicked on it and compared the two peace charms.

She pursed her lips, and it turned out to be exactly the same.

Wen Ying looked in the direction of the bathroom door. So, when she went to Ling'an Temple to seek marriage with Mr. Huo that day, was Fu Yanlou also there?

Is he the destined person that the novice monk mentioned?

Wen Ying didn't dare to think about what kind of mood he had when he asked for a peace charm for her.

As soon as Fu Yanlou came out of the shower, Wen Ying jumped into his arms.

He lowered his head, "What's wrong?"

Wen Ying hugged him tightly but said nothing.

There were so many complications in her heart that she didn't know how to speak.

He always did this quietly, which made Wen Ying feel extremely depressed.

It's like pressing against a huge boulder.

Fu Yanlou picked her up and put her on the bed, with a trace of worry in his eyes, "Yingying, what's wrong?"

Wen Ying spread his fingers.

Fu Yanlou saw the peace charm lying in her palm.

His emotions were suddenly unpredictable, "Yingying..."

Wen Ying met his eyes and said softly, "Fu Yanlou, the day I went to Ling'an Temple, did you also go?"

Xing Yu joked that she was stupid, but she didn't expect that there was someone as stupid as her.

Fu Yanlou said calmly, "Yes, I have gone."

Wen Ying's eyes were calm but not calm, and he stated, "The peace charm that the little novice monk gave me was also something you asked for for me."

"Yingying, I just hope you are safe."

Wen Ying's throat choked up, and her eye circles suddenly turned red. "Then why don't you personally hand over the peace charm to me? What do you mean by asking someone to give it to me?"

Fu Yanlou wiped the ends of her red eyes with his fingers, and said in a steady voice, "Is that important, Yingying?"

The way she looked at him at that time was strange and polite.

She liked Mr. Huo with all her heart and eyes, and no one could see him except that man.

What's the use of worrying about the past now? The person beside Yingying now is him, not the man next to her. What else is he dissatisfied with?

Wen Ying's eyes were sour and hot, tears glistening in them, and slowly turned into a tear and fell down.

"Ta", there was a very soft sound, and tears hit the back of Fu Yanlou's hand.

The cold feeling seemed to penetrate into his bones. Fu Yanlou stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears at the end of her eyes, "Yingying, don't cry."

The eyes he looked at were filled with deep distress, and he wanted to cry as soon as he saw these warm eyes.

As soon as he said these words, her tears flowed more violently, like pearls with broken strings, and they couldn't stop at all.

Those unbridled tears made the man extremely distressed.

As soon as Fu Yanlou wiped it away, tears filled her eyes again.

The ultimate sense of fragmentation made Fu Yanlou's heart throb.

no way.

Fu Yanlou could only kiss her.

Kiss the tears at the corners of her eyes, kiss her delicate face, kiss her red lips, until she slowly stops crying and only a gentle sob remains.

Wen Ying hid in Fu Yanlou's arms, delicate and frail, like a delicate flower damaged by the wind and snow, trembling and causing pain and pity.

"Fu Yanlou." When Wen Ying opened his mouth, his voice was choked and hoarse, and he hiccupped.

Fu Yanlou gently patted the head of the person in his arms and coaxed gently, "I'm here."

Wen Ying clutched the hem of his clothes tightly, feeling confused, "Don't be so stupid in the future, you know?"

Did he just ask if it was important?

It was not important to Wen Ying at that time.

So she deserved the hard blow she was getting now.

She forgot about him, she didn't look back at him, she deserved it.

Fu Yanlou laughed, "Why are you so stupid?"

Wen Ying hit the nail on the head, "Your behavior of silently giving is quite silly."

Fu Yanlou touched her hair and said nothing.

"What if..." Wen Ying asked, "What if I really marry someone else?"

Fu Yanlou looked at her with restrained emotion, "If you really marry someone else, then I will admit it."

Wen Ying was so angry that she pinched his waist, "That's why I said you were stupid!"

How can anyone give so much without expecting anything in return?

Fu Yanlou grabbed her evil hand and pressed it on his chest, "You care about others. Even if I snatch you away, you will not be happy. That goes against my original intention."

Wen Ying was speechless for a moment.

Fu Yanlou hugged her and rolled into bed together. His upper body was lying down, his eyes locked tightly on her from top to bottom. His gentle breath revealed a different kind of temptation, "Yingying, you are by my side now, then Everything I did was worth it.”

Wen Ying blinked and joked, "Still stupid."

Lifting her arms and hanging them around his neck, Wen Ying pulled him down with force. When their eyes met, Wen Ying had an innocent look on her face, "What have you done for me and what else do I don't know?" , to be honest.”

Her eyes were still red, and the pitiful look had not dissipated.

The coquettishness of this meeting is also alluring.

Fu Yanlou put his arms around her waist, and the two of them switched positions easily. Looking at the warm and fragrant nephrite lying on his body, he said slowly, "No more."

Wen Ying came closer to him, their noses touching, very young and confused.

She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Really?"

He chuckled, "It should be true."

Wen Ying broke the casserole and asked, "Then there is something else that is being hidden from me. Think about it again."

Fu Yanlou confessed, "On your birthday, I went to Jizhou specifically to find you."

After a warm welcome, "Is there more?"

This time it was her turn to take the initiative, "I went to the island with my friends. Is it a coincidence that you appeared there?"

"Yes."

Wen Ying believed him and then thought about it, "What about that time you took me to the hotel?"

Fu Yanlou smiled, "It's also a coincidence."

Wen Ying still believed him, "What about that time on Taiping Mountain?"

"It's still a coincidence."

Wen Ying felt inexplicable joy, and the tears in his eyes were replaced by smiles, "It seems that we are quite destined, don't you think so?"

He said yes.

Wen Ying suddenly sighed.

"What are you sighing for?"

"You are so good, so good that only I can be worthy of you." Wen Ying kissed him on the lips, "Fu Yanlou, I will love you well in the future."

The word love.

It made his heart boil.

Fu Yanlou hugged her tightly.

Wen Ying was almost out of breath, so she had no choice but to pat his arm and said coquettishly, "Fu Yanlou, please be gentle."

Feeling signs of loosening from the force, Wen Ying tried to get up from him, but was grabbed around the waist and pushed down.

The fit of the body and the fusion of temperature made Wen Ying feel his gentleness and brutality. It turned out that this man could also make people extremely crazy.

But Wen Ying's back was sore, "I..." She just started to speak.

Fu Yanlou unbuttoned her pajamas, buried his face in her collarbone and kissed her delicately. Wen Ying choked on her words.

But he stopped before going down.

While Wen Ying breathed a sigh of relief, she was slightly disappointed. She pursed her lips and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Didn't you say you have rest tonight?"

"Yes!" At this time, Wen Ying successfully got up from him, sat down and ignored him, "I want to have a good rest, so why not sleep in the guest room, otherwise I won't be able to have a good rest while you are here. ."

Seeing her awkward face, Fu Yanlou took her into his arms again and said, "Yingying, I need you to accompany me."

Wen Ying snorted and held up the strawberry, "Would you like to eat it?"

After finishing her words, Wen Ying immediately covered her mouth with her other hand.

Fu Yanlou was amused by her actions and laughed softly.

Wen Ying glared, "Why are you laughing?"

"Silly Yingying."

"Not as stupid as you."

Wen Ying sat in his arms and finished all the strawberries in the fruit plate.

Wen Ying turned around and got into his arms, put her arms around his neck, pressed her face against the side of his face, and said domineeringly, "Hold me."

"it is good."

Fu Yanlou hugged her into the bed, and the two of them were close to each other.

Wen Ying was restless, her red lips pressed to his ear, and she smiled seductively, "Fu Yanlou..." she said, "I don't want to rest tonight."
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When Wen Ying and Fu Yanlou landed at the Hong Kong City Airport, they happened to meet Mr. Huo.

Mr. Huo was followed by Secretary Wu and several bodyguards.

It looked like he was going on a business trip.

The ex’s final destination is a stranger.

Wen Ying planned to turn a blind eye, but Huo Zhiqian took the initiative to stop her the moment she passed by, "Wen Ying."

She is so cruel.

When you say be a stranger, just be a stranger?

ridiculous.

Wen Ying stopped anyway.

It was normal for her to meet him in Hong Kong City. How could she go out of her way to avoid him?

Huo Zhiqian's eyes passed over their interlocked hands, and then looked at the charming look between Wen Ying's brows and eyes, and his dark eyes showed a coldness.

They are so close.

Wen Ying didn't wait for him to speak and asked nonchalantly, "Is something wrong?"

Huo Zhiqian's meaning was unclear, "I heard you got the certificate."

Wen Ying was not surprised that he knew about this, "Yes."

She was very calm, "Do you want to see the marriage certificate?"

Huo Zhiqian suddenly smiled and said, "Okay."

Wen Ying, "..."

crazy.

Wen Ying pulled Fu Yanlou to leave.

Don't want to tangle with him.

Boring.

Fu Yanlou smiled faintly, took out a marriage certificate from his coat pocket and handed it to Huo Zhiqian, with a generous gesture, "Young Master Huo, you can read it if you want."

Wen Ying, "..."

Huo Zhiqian looked at him. The other person's victorious attitude stung his eyes.

His eyes returned to Wen Ying, and in the end he strode away without saying anything.

Fu Yanlou put the marriage certificate away as if nothing had happened.

Wen Ying couldn't laugh or cry, "Did you bring your marriage certificate to Hong Kong City?"

Fu Yanlou hummed and said lightly, "I thought it might be necessary."

Wen Ying curled her lips and said, "Let's go home."

Wen Zeshu and Han Xiuya returned from Suzhou the day before yesterday.

Wen Ying and Fu Yanlou stayed at Wen's house for dinner before returning to Deep Water Bay.

Before leaving, Wen Ying took out all the photo albums of her since she was ten years old and put them in the car.

In the study room in Deep Water Bay, the light is bright and soft.

Wen Ying and Fu Yanlou sat on each side, with photo albums on their desks.

Compared to her dozen or so thick photo albums, there was only one photo album of his, which was really pitiful.

Wen Ying held her chin and looked back and forth, "Mom is right, you really don't like taking pictures."

Fu Yanlou looked at her and slowly smiled, "Mom is right, you really love taking pictures."

Han Xiuya also wondered why Wen Ying took away the photo album. Fu Yanlou said he wanted to see it. Han Xiuya laughed at that time and said, "You won't be able to finish it all in a while. Yingying loves to take pictures. There are many photo albums, and this is only half of it."

He also asked him if he wanted to bring other photo albums with him.

Was stopped by Wen Ying.

I met Fu Yanlou when I was ten years old. What’s so interesting about the photo album from before I was ten years old?

Wen Ying walked up to him and said, "There are not only my photos in it, but also those of my friends."

Fu Yanlou had some free time, "Is there any Mr. Huo?"

Can it be without it?

Wen Ying suddenly wanted to regret not showing it to him. She reached out quietly, but was caught before she even touched the edge of the album.

Fu Yanlou lowered his gaze, "Yingying must keep her word."

Wen Ying pulled her hand back and took a look, it wasn't anything shameful anyway.

However, there are not many photos of Mr. Huo. After all, she took them secretly. How could she make Mr. Huo willing to take photos with her? That person's heart didn't even care about her.

It was all wishful thinking on her part.

Wen Ying returned to her seat and opened his photo album.

What catches the eye is his youthful and graceful appearance.

Wen Ying pointed to the photo, "How old was this?"

Fu Yanlou glanced at her and said, "It should be when he was 20 years old."

Wen Ying pointed her finger again, "Where's this?"

"At the age of 21."

"This horse riding photo is so atmospheric!" Wen Ying's eyes lit up, "Who took the photo for you?"

"Zhou Yuetian."

"Mr. Zhou's photography skills are really good."

Wen Ying picked up the photo album and clingingly sat on Fu Yanlou's lap, "When was your leg cured?"

Fu Yanlou was silent for a moment, "The third year after meeting you."

Rehabilitation is an extremely long process.

Wen Ying's eyes were filled with distress, "It's good to be cured."

"Yes." Fu Yanlou turned over a new page, and unfortunately, Mr. Huo's photo came into view.

The traces of candid photography are obvious.

But the photo fully captures Mr. Huo’s tallness and handsomeness.

——The lens can convey emotions.

Wen Ying was quiet for a moment, then immediately took out the photo and threw it into the trash can, "I don't want the people from the past."

The movements are quite neat.

Fu Yanlou glanced at the trash can.

Wen Ying remembered that this was the album that contained Mr. Huo's photos. She took them all out and threw them into the trash can to show her determination.

After she finished, she glanced at Fu Yanlou guiltily. His eyes were as deep and quiet as ever, and there was nothing unusual about him.

When his gaze swept over, Wen Ying immediately lowered her eyes.

Fu Yanlou raised her chin, "Why did you lose it? It's okay to keep it."