Addicted to My Wife

Chapter 774 the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow

Xue Chengran muttered to himself, "I really don't know how to flirt... No, I have to go to the dry cleaner and wash this dress first! This brat doesn't know how to have fun. I'll go myself!"

"Young master, are you back?" A maid saw Chi Yanrang and hurriedly bowed her head to say hello, making way for him.

Chi Yanrang walked past her in a daze, as if he had heard nothing. Yan Su's words echoed in his mind: I beg you, stop disturbing my life...

His heart ached so much that tears welled up as he walked along. Even if he dug his heart out for her, would she not be moved?

Around the corner, a maid with a plate had just walked out, but she didn't expect to bump into someone suddenly. She looked up in fear. When she saw that the person in front of her was her young master, she was so frightened that she immediately knelt down. "I'm sorry young master, are you okay?"

Chi Yanrang went upstairs numbly, as if she didn't find herself covered in tea. When the maid saw him walking around, she asked the cleaner in fear, "Oh my god, I didn't see it wrong. The young master's eyes were so red. Did he cry?"

"I think so. I think I heard him sniffling when he passed me just now!" A maid said as she wiped the vase.

The maid who was carrying the dishes looked in the direction of Chi Yanrang's departure in astonishment. "No way, young master, such a strong man can't cry. You either have problems with your eyes or ears!"

"No, the young master is really crying. When I wanted to say hello to him, I saw tears in the corner of his eyes! I was so scared that I swallowed my words!" Another maid who was cleaning the table whispered.

The waitress sounded even more worried. "Oh my god, what happened? Why is the young master crying?"

"I love him so much, I want to hug him so much!" A fat maid with a feather duster looked in the direction of Chi Yanrang's room and could not help but hold the feather duster in her hand as Chi Yanrang.

"Go ahead and see what you look like. Is young master something you can touch if you want to?! Why don't you hurry up?" Another older maid raised her voice, scaring everyone into doing their work and not daring to gossip anymore!

Chi Yanrang returned to his room, took out a photo album from the safe, and flipped through it page by page. He kept all the graduation photos, class photos, and travel photos every year. As long as there was a scene of Yan Su's appearance, he still treated it as a treasure.

Yan Su's face was full of collagen when she was young, and she could feel her youth through the photos. Her skin was like the darling of heaven. The combination of her spirit, vitality and childishness made her stand out in the crowd.

Chi Yanrang flipped over and over, thinking of many interesting things, and tears fell again unconsciously!

When he thought about her kneeling tonight, his heart seemed to be torn apart by her, and he couldn't help but raise his head and force his tears back.

He couldn't forget her, and he couldn't just watch her with someone else. He was so conflicted, conflicted, and in pain. What should he do? Who's going to save him?! Who taught him how to forget someone? He felt like he was going to die of pain, which was more painful than physical pain! He had experienced the pain of a broken finger, but the pain tonight was a thousand times more painful than the pain of a broken finger!

Why did his heart hurt so much when he saw her kneel?

...

Wu Junliang returned home in a daze and sat at the bar, opening a bottle of wine and drinking.

The old housekeeper saw his soul flying out of the sky, grabbed his bottle and said, "Young master, what are you feeling? Stop drinking, your health is important!"

Wu Junliang pushed him away and poured a whole bottle of whiskey.

"Young master, this wine is too strong. How much it hurts!" The old housekeeper was anxious but did not dare to stop him again.

"Keep a low profile in the future and don't attract her attention again."

He meant observing her and secretly protecting her.

"Young master, did Miss Yan make you sad again?" The old housekeeper could only guess, "Did she find out that you sent someone to protect her secretly? So he lost his temper at you? If I were to say that she really doesn't know what's going on, the young master really doesn't have to spend any more time on her."

"What does it have to do with you?" Wu Junliang glanced at him and waved him down to save himself from being upset.

Although the old housekeeper was worried about the young master, he retreated wisely when he saw him like this, only a group of people were hiding in a corner whispering to each other.

"Butler, what's wrong with young master? I've never seen him so sad."

"Is it because of Miss Yan again? Only Miss Yan's affairs can affect young master's mood every time!"

"I don't think that Miss Yan is beautiful at all. The young master must miss miss miss Rilla so much that he put his feelings for miss Rilla on Miss Yan!"

"What do you know?" The old housekeeper did not want to talk nonsense with these ignorant servants. "Miss Rilla used to have plastic surgery like Miss Yan. She was not what we saw before!"

"What???" Everyone's eyes widened.

"Did miss Rilla make it look like that?"

"I told you how could there be such a person in this world!"

"Why does miss Rilla have to look like Miss Yan? Housekeeper, tell me, was she ugly before?"

"No wonder the young master likes Miss Yan..."

...

Suddenly, a wine bottle was thrown to the ground and made a crisp sound, as if warning them to be cautious.

Everyone was frightened, knowing that the young master heard them whispering and quickly dispersed, and did not dare to speak any more.

Wu Junliang's ears finally cleared. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it painfully. How could he not love?

But he was more open-minded than Chi Yanrang. He had already experienced Rilla's death. His psychological quality was stronger than chi yan's, and he could bear more pain. So this reaction, in the case of Chi Yanrang, would he be crazy now?

Opening bottles after bottles of wine, Wu Junliang found that no matter how much he drank, he was dissatisfied with the emptiness of his heart. He didn't know if he had drunk too much, but he suddenly bent over and vomited, as if he wanted to vomit up all the pain in his heart at once.

The old housekeeper, unable to pretend to be invisible, hurriedly came out of the corner and helped Wu Junliang over. "Young master, why are you doing this? Shall I take you back to your room to rest? Just sleep... The unhappiness is over in the blink of an eye..."

Wu Junliang took a long rest before he spoke slowly. "Half the people who protect her. Don't make her unhappy."

"Yes..." The old housekeeper did not expect the young master to still be concerned about that woman at this time. He could not bear it. Why should the young master hang on to the same tree? Is Miss Yan that good? As for such infatuation?