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Chapter 733 Jing Haoyang's Confession
"It is indeed possible to give it a try. This is like a big gamble. If you win, you can embrace the beauty. If you lose, it is impossible to return to the state of enemies in the past three generations. The worst result is that seeing each other is worse than seeing each other. Ruthless." Rong Zhenye analyzed solemnly.

He knew that Jing Haoyang knew very well in his heart that he would not want to become strangers with Fang Yifan.

"It's been a long time since I drank so happily, just once, I won't let myself be too indulgent." His voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself.

"I'll accompany you, let me vent, and I'll feel better." Rong Zhenye clinked glasses with him.In matters such as feelings, he can't help too much, so he can only try his best to explain him.

When Rong Zhenye left, Jing Haoyang was already drunk. He explained to the housekeeper and servants that before he was fully awake, he was not allowed to go out, nor was anyone allowed in, including Wang Jingqiu.

It was already three o'clock when Rong Zhenye came back.

Yi Youxia just fell asleep and woke up.

"I thought you weren't coming back." She murmured.

"I miss you, of course I'm coming back." Rong Zhenye lay down beside her and hugged her tightly.

"We've only been separated for a few hours, okay?" Yi Youxia smiled.

Rong Zhenye looked at his watch, "It has been eight hours, seventeen minutes and 53 seconds since we separated, and my limit is three hours. If it exceeds three hours, I will miss you." He said, kissing affectionately lower her lips.

Yi Youxia chuckled: "Are you exaggerating?" But she liked to hear it.

"Don't you miss me?" Rong Zhenye's dark starry eyes stared at her for a moment, full of tenderness and love.

"I'm an old couple, what's there to think about." She pouted coquettishly.

"Really don't want to?" Rong Zhenye frowned, obviously disappointed and unhappy.

Shouldn't the good atmosphere just now be destroyed?
Yi Youxia blinked playfully, "A little bit."

"Just a little?" A certain man was dissatisfied.

"A little can make a lot." Yi Youxia smiled.

"So should I disappear for a few days and let your thoughts flow into a river before you come back?" Rong Zhenye had a threatening expression on his face.

"You won't, you can't leave me for more than three hours." Yi Youxia smiled strangely, with a smug expression.

"I can leave when I'm full." Rong Zhenye rolled over and put her under him, ready to pounce on the hungry tiger.

Yi Youxia hurriedly surrendered, "Come down, we haven't finished our serious business yet."

"Honey, it's the middle of the night, this is the most serious thing." Rong Zhenye raised the corner of his mouth evilly.

"Let me ask you, has Jing Haoyang understood?" Yi Youxia asked.

Rong Zhenye turned over and returned to her side, knowing that she would ask about this matter.

"That's it."

"Then what is he going to do?" Yi Youxia asked, with a hint of worry on his face.

"He can't do anything." Rong Zhenye said in a low voice.

Yi Youxia was slightly startled, "He chose to give up? Did he give up before it even started?"

"Their beginning is actually the end." Rong Zhenye spread his hands.

Yi Youxia sighed, since there is no fate, why bother to be emotional?God just plays tricks on people.

"Is he all right?"

"Drunk, once you get drunk, you will relieve your worries." Rong Zhenye sighed.

"What would happen if Yifan knew that Jing Haoyang fell in love with her?" Yi Youxia stood up, poured two glasses of red wine, and handed one to Rong Zhenye.

"Can you say it?" Rong Zhenye asked back.

"No." Yi Youxia shook her head, the relationship matters need to be handled by the parties themselves, outsiders talking too much will only add to the confusion. "If Haoyang chooses to bury him, it will definitely be very hard. I hope Jingqiu will work harder to call his heart back."

"That's the only way to go, I believe time will slowly dilute everything." Rong Zhenye said in a deep voice.

"Time can make him forget Jingqiu, and it can also make him forget Yifan." Yi Youxia said in a low voice.

Rong Zhenye put his arms around her shoulders: "Actually, we are lucky. Although we have also experienced separation, we are still together in the end."

"En." Yi Youxia nodded, and buried her face in his warm chest.

Jing Haoyang didn't come to the set for three days, which was unprecedented in his filming history.

The director was a little worried, knowing that Fang Yifan had the best relationship with Jing Tianwang, so he asked her to go over to find out the situation.

So in the afternoon, Fang Yifan went to Jing Haoyang's villa.

During the past three days, Jing Haoyang got drunk and woke up, woke up and got drunk again, and no one was let in by the housekeeper.When Wang Jingqiu called to inquire, she used the excuse that Jing Haoyang had returned to Jing's house.

When Fang Yifan came, the housekeeper hesitated for a while, and finally made an exception to let her in, because she knew that someone had to tie the bell to untie it.

When he opened the door, Fang Yifan was startled. Jing Haoyang was lying on the bed, with several empty wine bottles lying on the ground.

He looked terrible, smelling of alcohol all over his body, with messy hair and a ring of stubble around his chin.

Fang Yifan couldn't believe that this was the aloof, arrogant, arrogant Nine Heavens Profound God of the entertainment industry.

"What's wrong with him?" She asked in astonishment.

"Young master is not in a good mood recently." The housekeeper said in a low voice.

"Did you quarrel with Miss Wang?" Fang Yifan asked.

"I'm not sure, why don't you wait for the young master to wake up and ask yourself." After finishing speaking, the butler went downstairs and let them be alone.

"Sedum Zha, wake up, what's wrong with you?" Fang Yifan patted his face lightly.

Jing Haoyang moved as if he heard the voice he was expecting, and opened his eyelids a little.

"Chaotianjiao... where did you come from?" he asked drunkenly.

"You have been on the set for three days, and the director asked me to ask." Fang Yifan explained.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I see, I'm actually dreaming, you annoying trilobite, what conspiracy do you have to keep running into my dreams?"

Fang Yifan gasped, it seemed that he was still drunk and not sober.

"I'll get you a cup of hangover tea."

She turned to leave, but he stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed her wrist, and pulled it back forcefully, she was unprepared, and staggered into his arms.

She turned pale, and struggled to stand up. His two iron arms were around her waist, binding her to her body like chains.

"Sedum Zha, what are you doing? I'm Chaotianjiao, not Jingqiu."

"I know, don't move around, let me hug you for a while, just once." Jing Haoyang used a begging tone, and a hint of pain flashed in the drunken peach blossom eyes.

"No, we're not filming on the set now. I'm a married woman, and you are a married man. Keep your distance." Fang Yifan wanted to get away, but couldn't hold back his strong strength, and was very annoyed.If the housekeeper came in to see this, even if she had ten mouths, she wouldn't be able to speak clearly.

"You are in my dream now, I have the final say. You are not his woman, but mine." Jing Haoyang's tone was quite domineering.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Fang Yifan was taken aback by these words, she guessed that he was either reciting his lines in a dream or filming a movie.As expected of King Sedum, he even enters the show when he is drunk and dreaming.

"Stupid woman, I actually fell in love with you. I can't even believe it. I won everything from you, but I lost my heart to you. Isn't it ironic?" Jing Haoyang squinted his eyes and looked at She, his eye sockets were reddened by the intense pain, and a layer of mist spread out.

Fang Yifan stared at him blankly, remembering the lines of which scene this was, she seemed to have never seen it before.

"Sedum Zha, isn't this a scene you prepared to add on the spur of the moment, right? It's pretty good, I like this confession."

Jing Haoyang smiled bitterly: "Only in my dream will you like you, and you will only belong to me. Once you open your eyes, you will disappear, or become the one who hates me."

Fang Yifan felt that he had followed him into the play, and his heart trembled.His feelings were too sincere and sad, as if he was really confessing his love to the person in his dream.

While she was in a trance, Jing Haoyang touched her face with his fingers, "Stupid woman, I love you, I only tell you in my dreams. I won't let the real you know, and I won't let you know until the end of my life." .” A tear fell from the corner of Jing Haoyang’s eye.

Fang Yifan also cried, her tears were always low, "Sedum Zha, is this a tragedy?"

"For me, yes. That sentence, the longest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. I finally understand what it means." Jing Haoyang's haggard face was filled with an unspeakable desolation.

"Sedum Zha, are you going to challenge the man chasing the woman this time?" Fang Yifan asked in a low voice.

"I want to chase, will you give me a chance?" Jing Haoyang's tea-brown eyes sparkled a little, faintly flickering in the air.

Fang Yifan was a little at a loss, she thought that Jing Haoyang was filming in a dream, not talking to her.But the way he stared deeply at her made her continue to have the illusion that she was the heroine in the play.

But there are no lines, how will she answer, how will she play against each other?
"The hostess won't love others, not you?"

"Is it possible for you to fall in love with me?" Jing Haoyang suddenly opened his eyes wide, this expression startled Fang Yifan.

"Sedum Zha, are you awake?"

"Answer me?" Jing Haoyang didn't seem to hear what she said, so he forced himself to ask.

Fang Yifan hissed, still dreaming.

His eyes were still on her, so scary, and the arms around his waist became tighter and tighter. It seemed that if she didn't answer, the consequences would be serious.

"No...no." She replied almost subconsciously.

Jing Haoyang seemed to be hit by a bullet, and his facial features were distorted in extreme pain: "A little bit, is it possible to like a little bit?"

His expression frightened Fang Yifan, as if he was sick.

"Sedum Zha, do you feel pain somewhere?"

"Yes, it hurts." Jing Haoyang spat out three words with great effort, as if he was almost speechless from the pain.

Fang Yifan was in a hurry, and his two paws fumbled wildly on him.

"Where does it hurt, where does it hurt you?"

"Here." Jing Haoyang hugged her head and placed it on his chest.

(End of this chapter)