A Naive Short-tempered Girl

Chapter 334: Coaxing Her To Sleep

‘Ding Ding’

When Ouyang Zixuan said half of the words, Feng Chenyi's mobile phone text message rang and took a look. The message was sent by Yaoyao.

‘Chen Yi, I ’m a little sick. I ’m going home. You accompany Mr. Hei to have dinner with Ouyang Zixuan, not for me. ’

Closing the phone, Feng Chenyi's lonely eyes were dark and coldly: "I don't know exactly what happened. But Yaoyao's mother must have been involved in something that can't be seen!"

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When she walked out of the hotel, Yao Yao exhaled a long breath. She still couldn't suppress the sad mood. She felt uncomfortable when she was laughing in front of people.

"Py, py ..."

Behind him, a long Lincoln honked. Hei Yanlong walked down from the car without expression: "Miss Luo, I want to talk to you."

The quiet street, the sun gradually hiding behind the mountain. Hei Yanlong walked side by side with Yao Yao, and his car and bodyguards followed them slowly in the rear.

"Mr. Hei, you stopped me, shouldn't you want to walk and take me home?" On the way, Hei Yanlong put his hands in his pockets and remained silent throughout the process. It was Yaoyao who broke the silence first.

"I have a friend who has always lived in the superiority of the family. He comes to his hands to open his mouth to open his mouth. He never cherishes the people and the things in front of him. Even the preaching of his parents is a joke, and he once imagined that if his parents died How good it was. Until my friend was 18 years old, his parents did what he wanted. When he went out, the plane crashed, and both died. At that moment, that friend of mine knew how much he had thought. silly!"

"He who wants to be strong, pretends to be indifferent in front of people; behind the eyes, he tears his face and prays, praying, if the father and mother can be resurrected, it is good. But if the father and mother are really resurrected, what can he do How about living like a worm-like, rich second-generation life like before? Or do you not know how to spend money every day, just thinking about how to spend money? How can you be mad at your parents? "

"So, he told himself ..." Having said that, Hei Yanlong stopped suddenly, his dark eyes slowly faced Shang Yaoyao, and said lightly, "There is nothing like changing your make-up. In a limited life, live well. It is even more important to fulfill the parents ’wishes well. Because he has always believed that parents in heaven will see him now, and even if there is a separation between yin and yang, they will be happy to see him now. This is enough! "

Yes!

Man cannot be resurrected. Ordinary we are not gods and cannot resurrect a person. However, even if we are ordinary, we can change our lives now.

Blind desire and blind crying can't change the mother's death, and the mother in heaven will still worry about seeing her now. Conversely, live well and live wonderfully, even if the yin and yang are separated, the mother in heaven will feel happy.

The swaying breeze blew her black hair, and there was a hint of light in those hollow eyes.

In front of the eyes of this violent, arrogant, and pompous man, why is there a tear of sadness?

Is she dazzled? Or is that the friend in this man's mouth is himself?

"Mr. Hei, today ... Thank you. I believe that your friend's parents are in Heaven's Spirit and will be pleased to see his change." At the entrance of Lou Dong, Yao Yao looked at Hei Yanlong gratefully.

He smiled coldly, "Maybe." He took out his hand in his pocket, put it in front of him, and bent down slowly.

"Mr. Hei ?!"

"I apologize to you for what I said today ... apologize ..." He got up, and Hei Yan's faucet got into the car and drove away from the door of Yaoyao's house.

Oh, such a proud man bowed to her and apologized? Really rare. Sure enough, Feng Chenyi had such a friend who could not be met.

"Oh, I knew Yan Long had to come and apologize to you."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the entrance of Lou Dong. She turned her head and looked deep into the entrance of Lou Dong: "Chen Yi. You ..."

"You said, when you went home, I came to your house to find you. As a result, I found that you were not at home and I was waiting for you. What did Yan Long talk to you?"

"Nothing. By the way, Chen Yi, I ask you, are Hei Yanlong's parents ...?"

"His parents died when he was 18."

Sure enough, the story of the friend that Hei Yanlong just said was really himself. No wonder, tears would flash in his eyes.

18 years old ... His parents died together. Hei Yanlong should be a thousand times more painful than her?

In addition, he still had to carry the entire Bolly Group on his shoulders, and it was really hard to adapt to the intrigues of the business community and pretend to be fraudulent.

And she only needs to accept the fact that her mother died, and no other life track will change.

Compared to this, she is really much better than Hei Yanlong.

"Thank you today, Chen Yi."

"You have told me a lot of thanks."

"Hehe. Inside ... you don't need to accompany me, just go back quickly." Yao Yao smiled awkwardly at the door of the room, her eyes intentionally avoided him.

"When you fall asleep, I will go!" Said, Feng Chenyi took her hand and went into the room.

"Oh, Chen ..." I wanted to refuse again, but when Feng Chenyi looked directly into her eyes, she swallowed all the words.

It's rare that he can do it today like this overbearing man. Otherwise, Hei Yanlong and Ouyang Zixuan would not be surprised.

If she refuses, this domineering man will definitely erupt?

Lying on the bed, Feng Chenyi covered her quilt and moved a chair to sit by the bed and read a book.

The room was quite quiet, as if a needle would drop back and forth, in order to avoid embarrassment, Yaoyao didn't dare open his eyes to see what Feng Chenyi was doing, but just kept trying to fall asleep and fall asleep.

The feeling of being in the same room with my ex-boyfriend at night is really ... very twisty. But ... just because of Feng Chenyi's company, this cold night became much warmer ...

Gradually, Yao Yao's breathing became thicker. Feng Chenyi closed the book in her hand, her cold eyes slowly turned to her small face ...

At this moment, Feng Chenyi felt that their distance was so far; although only a distance of less than 1 meter, Kexin was the poles of heaven and earth.

She cried, but he could only give her a hug, and could do nothing; she was in pain, but he could only sit here silently with her, still powerless.

How on earth can we restore the love of a girl? So that he can love her upright and bright, and love her without any fear?

Obviously this love is at your fingertips, but now it seems more difficult than going to heaven ...

"Good night, Yaoyao ..." whispered softly, and the cold lips fell slowly on her forehead ...

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