Crossing the line

Chapter 135 Ascension
Jiang Yingyu was also holding a first-class shopping magazine. He had just heard her flipping through it, so he asked her in a gentle voice, "Which one did you like?"

Yun Yuwan brushed it off awkwardly: "I'll just flip through it."

But he said: "If you like it, I will buy it for you, okay?"

"No thanks." She refused quickly.

But he looked into her eyes tenderly and sincerely: "I'm sorry Mimi, I just guessed that you must have liked it. I know you can buy it yourself, but I can't wait to give you a gift. Here I just want to be able to give it to you like this."

Hearing him call her Mimi was like calling her Wanwan by her Chinese name, and it was even more intimate than Wanwan because no one had ever called her Mimi.

Yun Yuwan suddenly retracted her head and said, "I just bought it myself. I don't need it."

She couldn't see him, but she could hear his gentle voice: "Okay."

Yun Yuwan was sitting in the front, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason, so she put on her headphones and pretended she knew nothing.

Wen Yangzhi walked in the corridor that rose into the air: "Cancel the meetings and appointments within three days, apologize to me and the other party. I have a car parked near Hongqiao. I have sent you the address. The spare key is in the rear wheel hub. Drive it back."

The secretary on the other end of the phone said yes, and Wen Yangzhi hung up.

Wen Yangzhi entered the cabin from the corridor. The stewardess stood at the entrance and bowed slightly:

"Welcome aboard this flight."

He glanced at the time and saw that she should be landing soon.

He didn't buy a flight to London, he wanted to take a gamble that she would go from London to Belgium.

Because her closer business ties and personal connections are in Belgium.

Yun Yuwan fell asleep on the plane. The flight attendant came to call her and just after she said, "Ma'am, the plane is about to land," Yun Yuwan was still asleep.

Jiang Yingyu talked to the stewardess: "We are together, I will call her later."

Yun Yuwan felt someone fiddling with her ears, unpicking something, and calling her softly in a daze.

"Millie, we are in London now." (It's getting late. We're in London.)
She opened her eyes and heard a male voice calling her Millie again. She realized she had heard it right, so she sat up with a start and looked back to see Jiang Yingyu speaking English behind her.

There was an inexplicable sense of humor because she had never communicated with Jiang Yingyu in English.

Jiang Yingyu gently placed her Bluetooth headset in her hand, and she suddenly felt real. She had already left Wen Yangzhi, and Jiang Yingyu had even just confessed to her.

Just as the plane was diving and descending from the stratosphere, her heart suddenly felt weightless. She forced a smile at Jiang Yingyu and retracted her head.

She knew it was indecent, but her muscles were weak, so she stretched.

Like a Shiba Inu stretching, Jiang Yingyu saw from behind that she clenched her fists and raised them up, reaching above the back of the seat, and then leaning to one side.

He had the urge to hold her wrist and catch her, and smiled unconsciously from behind, thinking she was adorable.

After the plane landed, Jiang Yingyu got the suitcase for her and helped her pull it when she got out of the shuttle bus. Seeing Yun Yuwan walking in a daze, he put his hand around her shoulders and gently patted her other shoulder, without his arm touching her.

Yun Yuwan looked over there and saw no one. She looked around and only reacted when she saw Jiang Yingyu. She smiled helplessly.

Jiang Yingyu took an Uber and while waiting for the car, he bent down and asked her softly:

"I'm alone in London, can I stay for a night?"

If it was before, what's the problem with staying for one night?
After all, Jiang Yingyu was her friend, had plenty of rooms, and had even eaten at her house in London.

But now, Jiang Yingyu had just confessed his love to her.

After hesitating for a moment, she looked into Jiang Yingyu's clear eyes and said, "Okay."

When she arrived at the villa, the housekeeper of the London villa was surprised that she came back because she only came once every six months.

And this time there was no prior notice, and they even brought people with them.

But at least they were professional and arranged a room for me right away.

After the two of them took a shower and went downstairs to eat, Yun Yuwan suddenly said, "I want to go to Belgium."

Of course Jiang Yingyu would agree to her: "I'll accompany you."

She said unclearly: "Just right."

This was the first time she had affirmed him since leaving Shanghai.

"What's just right?" Jiang Yingyu asked in a gentle voice.

She seemed to be fine: "I have a tree in Belgium, and I need you to help me dig it up."

In the villa in Belgium, there is a maple tree that has been well maintained with a lush plant body, tall tree and red leaves.

Yun Yuwan personally fertilized and injected the trees and picked up every stone in the soil for the maple tree, which she once regarded as a treasure.

It turns out that everything was hinted at early on.

The tree language of the sedge maple is withdrawn love.

Withdrawal of love.

How could it be so perfect? ​​Is there any plant in the world that is more suitable to describe Wen Yangzhi than this one?

Some people have been retreating from the beginning, unable to shoulder her responsibilities and unable to give her a future.

But he never said anything and just let her and him develop a relationship. If she hadn't noticed the problem, she might not have planned to say anything.

The sedge maple tree that she treasured was actually just an unrealistic delusion and should have been dug up and sent away long ago.

The first time I saw him was under the straw raincoat maple tree, which was not a good omen.

Yun Yuwan lowered her head, and Jiang Yingyu looked carefully and realized that she was crying. A tear fell into the bowl, but she didn't say anything. She just ate her rice and swallowed the tears.

Jiang Yingyu sat opposite her, feeling an indescribable heartache, as if he knew how wronged she had been just by seeing her crying.

He knew how important Millie's tree was to her, after all, he had seen it, and now she wanted to dig it up.

To make her make such a decisive decision, I'm afraid some people must have done something that was disappointing enough to make her.

He got her but didn't cherish her. He wanted to protect her but was afraid that he would not have the chance. She kept eating and didn't care about her tears. There was not much food left, just ten seconds. He wanted to reach out and hand her a tissue, but she didn't give him the chance to comfort her. She went upstairs immediately after eating.

Jiang Yingyu had never felt this way before. He knew it was his chance. The more desperate she was for the other person, the greater his chance would be.

But he only felt heartbroken. Seeing that she couldn't help crying just by mentioning it, he just thought it would be good if she wasn't sad. He didn't feel any joy at all.

She sent him a message as soon as she got upstairs, as if she was calm and indifferent: "Can we take the high-speed train in half an hour?"

He felt as if he was in labor when he saw the message, and replied to her: "Sure."

It only takes more than an hour to get from London to Belgium by high-speed rail, and Jiang Yingyu's Schengen visa is still valid.

When she got on the high-speed train, she acted as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Yingyu asked her to write her name on the few pieces of luggage he had for fear that they would be lost.

She used a marker to write the word "Jiang".

Suddenly it stopped.

Three drops of water.

Jiang Yingyu saw her stop and asked, "What's wrong?"

She raised her eyes and smiled perfunctorily: "Nothing.

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In fact, Wen Yangzhi’s choice was right.

When he saw Yun Yuwan again, she was sitting in the Grand Place in Brussels, Belgium.

Sitting beneath a Gothic church.

She was very quiet, completely different from the one I saw her in a while ago.

It was very quiet. Her long wavy hair was no longer let down ostentatiously, but was tied up in a restrained manner.

She is like someone who has never been loved. She knows how to hide all her emotions that may cause trouble to others.

As if he had gotten used to it, he just sat there without making any noise.

The silence and speechlessness are deeply embedded in the background of her body.

White doves circled around her and took away her bag of bread.

She didn't scream and chase after him like the other tourists.

Instead, she watched them take it away, as if she was used to others taking things that belonged to her.

Anyway, nothing belongs to her.

It was as if she had convinced herself that maybe she was wrong and it had never been hers from the beginning.

She was wearing a very ordinary T-shirt and jeans, and with mediocre feathers, she drowned herself in silence with all her might.

Only when Jiang Yingyu came over did she slightly curve her eyes and smile.

Jiang Yingyu was holding the bread that was taken away by the bird. She was too far away to understand what they were talking about.

But Wen Yangzhi saw her smile. Jiang Yingyu stood in front of her, bent down to look at her, and said something to her. She was overjoyed and smiled gently.

She took the bread, gently opened it, ate it slowly, and watched Jiang Yingyu talk with a smile.

It seemed like someone was doing little things for her like happily chasing bread.

Obviously, all those smiles were directed at him before, because of the surprises he intentionally created, and because of the things he did without saying anything.

Jiang Yingyu sat next to her, and she kept looking at Jiang Yingyu.

She always smiled no matter what Jiang Yingyu said.

Even if she was loved only briefly, she was loved steadily and she looked very happy.

Maybe it should.

Because Jiang Yingyu can give her anything.

There were pigeons perched at her feet, and she, the church, the square, and the pigeons looked like an oil painting.

His choice might be wrong.

He just stood behind and watched them for more than ten minutes, with his dusty windbreaker draped over his arm. He stood there, staring at Yun Yuwan, whom he had never seen before.

Not as proactive as when I was with him, but like a completely new person, passive and introverted.

There is no need to use arrogance to cover up anxiety, there is no need to hold on, and there is no inappropriate laughter, just quiet and peaceful.

He once thought that it was a wrong proposition that narcissistic personality was introverted and cold.

But perhaps he never understood the real Yun Yuwan.

But when Jiang Yingyu glanced sideways, he saw Wen Yangzhi standing under the church.

Yun Yuwan noticed Jiang Yingyu's gaze and looked over. The moment she saw Wen Yangzhi, the smile on her face froze.

She and Jiang Yingyu said, "Speak English, let's go."

Jiang Yingyu stood up immediately.

But when Wen Yangzhi came over and his tall figure stood in front of Yun Yuwan, she just wanted to escape and didn't want to be shaken by him anymore. She was really tired.

Jiang Yingyu put her behind him, blocking Wen Yangzhi's view of her, and spoke before Wen Yangzhi could say anything:
"I followed her here. Yu Wan didn't tell her she was leaving. I asked her friends for flight information. She didn't know I would fly to Europe with her until we got to the airport. It had nothing to do with her. But I don't want you to misunderstand her because she's already suffering enough."

Wen Yangzhi just fell on the corner of Yun Yuwan's clothes which was not covered tightly.

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