Young Master Spoils His Cute Wife

Wu Chi's heart suddenly twitched. She calmed herself down and turned to leave.

"Don't go!"

'Don't go, 'Ning Yan told her. It was as if a hornet's nest had exploded in her brain as it started to buzz.

Ning Yan reclined on the sofa. He reeked of alcohol and his tie was pulled all over his body. He had never shown anyone his sorry state.

Ning Yan pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly. He asked her, "Wu Chi, do you love me?"

Behind him was a dark wall, a dark floor, and a dark staircase. He smelled faintly of wine, tobacco, and a woman's powder, which she was not familiar with.

She suddenly felt sad. She opened her hands, which were tightly locked in place, and said, "Didn't you want me to not fall in love with you?"

He was somehow angry, and she didn't know why he was angry.

He pushed away Wu Chi who was in his arms, straightened up, and was about to leave. After drinking so much, how could he still endure such a commotion? He didn't even take two steps before he fell to the ground with a plop.

Wu took his cell phone out of his pajamas pocket and called Uncle Shu, asking him to come in and pick him up. He must have been sent here by someone, and Shuber must have been not far away.

As expected, in less than five minutes, Uncle Shu brought his bodyguard to carry Ning Yan back to the car. Then she remembered to turn on the light and see what she had kicked.

She had been squatting for too long. When she stood up, she felt dizzy. She looked at the box of birthday cake lying quietly on the ground. Beside it was a small box. She bent down and picked up the box. Opening it, she saw a black Myriad Treasures Dragon pen in her vision. The word "Safe and sound" was engraved on the pen cap.

Wu Chiang only felt his nose suddenly sour. Tears fell from his eyes and fell on the pen cap, reflecting a dazzling light.

Safe and sound, is Wu Nian Hao years ago for her brother and sister name, may his children, whatever setbacks, can be safe and sound.

The cake on the floor was kicked by her and it was a little crooked. Wu Chi picked up the cake and put it on the table. He then untied the ribbons one by one, as if he was opening a precious treasure.

Wu Chi lit all the candles, the halo shone on her tear-stained face, she clasped her hands in front of her chest, and smiled. "Happy Birthday, Tsutsugamusu!"

It had been a long time since Wu Chi had gone to work with Yue Ya. Somehow, today, Sister Qin suddenly called her, saying that she could come back.

After asking Song Jun to take care of Wu An, Wu Chiang rushed out the door.

Returning to this familiar place once again, she actually felt somewhat uncomfortable. The original employees had all changed their faces one after another, except for Sister Qin, who still had a jubilant look on her face.

Her matter had probably been repeatedly broadcasted on the news several times. If she didn't say anything, Big Sister Qin wouldn't ask her. The two of them treated it as they had just met and chatted about their work.

Today, Sister Qin wasn't in a good mood, so Wu Qianqian didn't want to say much and prepared to go upstairs to his office to see if Ning Yan was there.

The welcoming voice at the entrance interrupted her footsteps as she was about to go upstairs. It was still so early, who would come at this time?

Wu Chi followed the direction of the voices and looked towards the door. It was ten o'clock in the morning, and the sun was just shining in through the glass. She could not quite see the crowd that surged through the doorway, their shadows obscured by the light. The figure was very familiar. She rubbed her eyes, trying to get a better look.

The woman in the halo held the man's arm and said, "Ah Yan, it's so cold."

The man patted her hair lovingly before taking off his jacket and putting it on her. "Put on mine, don't catch a cold."

It was clearly such a warm scene and such a gentle voice, yet Wu Dai was crying as he looked at it.

She was quiet, she must be quiet!

The first time Wu Chi saw her, she was already sure of it.

It was just as Mingliang had told her before. If it wasn't for the fact that her face was similar to Mingjing's, she would have long fallen into an endless abyss.

After seeing the peace and quiet, she had actually understood all of the things that she could not understand.

So the reason why he helped her was because of this face that was similar to hers?

Then how much did he love quiet? If so, why did he come to provoke her? If all of this was fake, then was it fake that he was so drunk last night that he rushed over to her house?

She stood on the spiral staircase, looking at the people in front of her with sad eyes.

Ning Yan, Mingliang, Mingjing, and Su Changming knew each other from the very beginning. As the four of them stood together, it was as if they were a frozen ink painting. As for her, who was lonely in the corner, she seemed completely out of place.

She watched Ning Yan's gaze pass through the crowd and fall upon her, but it was cold and distant like a stranger.

Ming-Jing pulled him inside, and she watched as he grew farther and farther away from her, as if she were the one who stared at his back every time, indifferent, determined, or unfamiliar.

As if frozen, she stood blankly on the steps for a long time after the crowd disappeared.

He thought that he would no longer feel pain if he was numb to his pain. It turned out that he would still feel pain. And the pain is so heart-wrenching, like someone holding a dull knife, grinding in your heart until blood drips from it and you still won't stop.

Wu Chi clutched his aching heart, tore off the nameplate on his chest, and put it on the table in the lobby. He left this place where he had worked for almost a year without looking back.

She couldn't turn back. As long as she did, she was afraid that she would lose her dignity and charge to Ning Yan's side.

Wu Chiang really wasn't a lucky person. Earlier, it was a sunny day, but now, it started to get dark and it started to rain heavily.

She looked at the crowd under the eaves, bustling with activity that had nothing to do with her. Only she was waiting for the rain to stop.

The sudden appearance of the umbrella above her head and the sudden dimness of the light made her feel at a loss for words. She wiped away the tears on her face randomly and put on a smile that was uglier than crying: "Mr Su, what a coincidence!"

She no longer called him Changming, she called him Mr. Su! How could she be so stubborn? She even hated him?

He held back the pain in his chest and pulled up Wu Chi who was squatting on the ground, "Xiao Huan, I know you can't accept this right now. Can we find a place to sit down and talk? This is not the place to talk. "

Wu Chi continued to smile bitterly, "Mr. Su, you don't have to say that. After all, we are not from the same world. Look, I can talk here."

The more upset she felt, the more she wanted to smile at him. It was like a withered flower, yet stubbornly refusing to leave the branches.

She wanted him to know that they couldn't hurt her at all. Even though he was already riddled with scars, he still had to tighten his false mask.

Her smile was like a sharp blade, one blade stabbing into Su Changming's chest. It was only then that he realized he did not really understand her. After he did, he realized that she did not resemble Mingjing at all.

One was as warm as water, while the other was as hot as fire.

The rain grew heavier and heavier. The two of them seemed to have stopped as they quietly watched each other in the rain.