To my favorite Wen Liang

Chapter 51 Xi Yao, you bastard!

She didn't believe it, she couldn't win another man!

Thinking about it, he rushed forward, picked up the handbag on the sofa: "Xi Yao, you bastard!"

He obviously wanted to never cry, but in the end he burst into tears, accusing him hoarsely, the footsteps that were about to leave stopped abruptly, and he slammed his hand on the door frame, ignoring the handbag The chains were torn in a mess.

The bone at the end of the palm was knocked painfully: "I have loved you for so long, how can you... just say you don't need it? You bastard!"

How can he be so cold?

But the fact is that after she finished speaking, the people inside still didn't respond at all.

Mu Jinse endured the heart that seemed to have a hole in it, wiped away the tears and pretended to be relaxed with a smile, turned around stubbornly and walked away.

In front of the dining table, Xi Yao sat with a livid face.

Looking at the breakfast she made early in the morning, she had no appetite at all, but she still reached out and picked up a piece of deliciously toasted toast, put it on her lips, and took a bite with her teeth.

Very fragrant, but a bit bitter.

He rubbed his fingertips on the marks fiercely, until the knuckles turned white and the skin turned red and bloodshot before letting go.

In the eyes that were always full of dots of light, the brightness was rare.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"Boss, what are your orders?"

"Postpone all my itinerary for one day, go to a flower shop to buy a bouquet of roses, and send it to Asia Pacific Media, the recipient is Mu Jinse." He paused as he spoke, his eyes dimmed completely, "Write on it, I hope I've never met...you."

Li Muyang was writing down the request, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but "ah", but the man had already hung up the phone.

He looked at the words written on his sticky note in a daze, feeling a little dreamy.

Why do you have the feeling that your own boss has been kicked?

After Xi Yao hung up the phone again, he turned off the phone directly.

After eating the toast, he mechanically got up and went into the bathroom, hurried past the mirror, turned on the faucet and soaked himself in the bathtub.

Three words kept beating in my mind, Mu Jinse...

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the other side.

Wen Liang who hung up the phone felt that something was wrong with Xi Yao, but she couldn't tell what it was.

While she was staring at the screen in a daze, the man behind him suddenly reached out and took her phone away.

The tone is as cold as spring water in a jungle stream: "You look sorry?"

"No, the senior doesn't seem to be in a good mood." She shook her head and didn't grab her phone, looking a little sad.

"So it's still for him?"

The man's displeasure was evident.

But this time, Wen Liang didn't dare to ask him if he was jealous, but just smiled dryly: "He's a classmate."

Although he was not very satisfied with this answer, at least it wasn't too bad. Huo Dongming nodded lightly and pointed to the sofa. Wen Liang followed his line of sight and saw a long light blue dress lying quietly on the handle.

He is the only one in this world who accurately knows her favorite color.

Wen Liang was in a daze, the light in the crystal pupils suddenly lit up, and then the long curled eyelashes blinked lightly, and then were silently covered, hiding the surprise in the eyes.

She went to pick up the long skirt: "I'll change inside."

The pace is hurried.

Huo Dongming didn't stop her, he strode to the landline of the hotel's internal line with his long legs, dialed a few numbers, and at the same time stretched out his long arms to pick up the menu, half leaning on the table and standing upright, which seemed particularly abstinent and noble.

Seeing the warmth and coolness of this scene in the mirror in the cubicle, my heart couldn't help beating violently.

It seems that there are countless deer running inside.

He lowered his head, not daring to look in the mirror again, and at the same time closed the door behind him, took off his loose nightgown and changed his clothes.

Intentionally or not, she delayed inside for a while before she opened the door and went out.

In the air, there is the smell of foie gras.

Her hand on the doorknob froze.

"Come over for dinner." Seeing her stupid, the man called out.

"it is good."

Wen Liang put away the strange feeling in her heart, took a deep breath and walked towards him.

Since it was close to noon, this was considered a brunch, so Huo Dongming's dishes were all filling and not too greasy, except for the foie gras steak in front of her.

"Don't want to eat?" Seeing her delaying moving the fork, the man turned sideways and put a salad in front of her, "Let's eat this first."

"Dong Ming, thank you."

If he remembered correctly, this was the first time she called him Dong Ming after she came back.

Huo Dongming raised his lips happily, but said nothing.

At this time, Wen Liang had already started to deal with salad steak, so he didn't feel too embarrassed.

After the meal, the two went out together to the parking lot.

After Wen Liang got in the car, she suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when she and Huo Dongming were dating a few years ago, he wanted to drive her off, but she insisted on taking the bus, so the later painting style changed to her on the bus , and he followed in a cool sports car.

Think about that time.

She seems to be really not as sensible as those ladies.

"What are you thinking, laughing like this." While turning the steering wheel, the man pointed his long finger at her abdomen, "Fasten your seat belt."

"I was thinking, when I took the bus and you followed me, I should have made you feel helpless at that time, right?" She smiled and stretched the seat belt buckle.

The car stopped abruptly.

If she hadn't just buckled up her seat belt, she might have hit her head on the windshield at this time.

Wen Liang blinked her eyes, then turned her head in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"So you still remember."

After he finished speaking, the car started moving again.

She hasn't forgotten, Wen Liang thought to herself, a little not quite understanding what he meant.

The man raised his eyebrows: "It's not as smart as before."

Well, she shouldn't have said anything about the past, anyway... there's nothing to mention.

Wen Liang let out a muffled "hmm".

The lakeside hotel is not too far from her community, especially at this time when few people choose to go out, and the performance of Bugatti far exceeds that of other brands of cars, and it takes less than 10 minutes to arrive.

So they didn't speak to each other, so they didn't look so awkward.

Seeing that the landing of the stairs was already in front of her eyes, she reached out to open the door.

However, the doors were locked.

Now I have to talk if I don't want to talk, Wen Liang bit the bullet and turned around: "Well, Huo Dongming, can you open the door?"

"No."

She knew he was not that kind!

"why?"

"what?"

"Hospital, why?"

Sure enough, there is still no escape from this problem.

(End of this chapter)