A life that no one cares about is boring, and when a person is quiet, there is nowhere to put his heart. It's like a person who only has a shell left, and the soul is long gone.

Yang Yunruo knew that Mu Leyao loved him, otherwise he wouldn't have quarreled and brought himself buns. It's just that now she doesn't want to see herself.

Yang Yunruo took out his mobile phone and wanted to tell Gao Tai about the matter with Mu Leyao, and let Gao Tai find a way for himself, this kind of thinking intensified in Yang Yunruo's mind, because among the people he knows, only Gao Tai is a master in this regard, and all things about feelings seem to be perfectly solved in Gao Tai's injury.

However, Yang Yunruo didn't dare.

When there is something in people's hearts, especially when they are thinking about a certain woman, they don't want to do anything, even if it is Yang Yunruo's favorite game and favorite Internet, this moment does not make Yang Yunruo interested. It's like, the current Yang Yunruo is the one who died.

If it was Gao Tai, what would he do? Yang Yunruo thought carefully in his heart. He will definitely try to contact Mu Leyao, because only by talking can the misunderstanding be eliminated. But now Mu Leyao is hiding from herself, and there is no way at all.

Yang Yunruo clicked on Weibo, and the hottest topic on it turned out to be the love between himself and Ouyang Mingyue, envious, congratulatory, sour words, all kinds of life, like a noisy vegetable market.

Ouyang Mingyue? Yang Yunruo admitted that he had a good impression of her, whether it was the influence of her predecessor or Ouyang Mingyue's beauty. People are always visual animals, not to mention that appearance is justice, but for beautiful things will always look twice, for beautiful things always can't mention any bad feelings, congenital will think that beauty is good, even if it is a very bad and bad woman, as long as she is beautiful, there is enough capital to make people feel that she is a good person.

But Yang Yunruo felt that he had no love for Ouyang Mingyue, but from time to time, Ouyang Mingyue would always appear in his mind, and slowly merge with Mu Leyao's figure. In the absence of seeing a real person, many times I thought about Mu Leyao, but it was Ouyang Mingyue's face that appeared.

It's not love, it's just the pursuit of beauty. Yang Yunruo thinks so. No matter how deep the feelings and strong love for the other half is, but boys will praise and fantasize from the bottom of their hearts for beautiful women and girls for handsome guys, which in itself can not be transferred by human willpower. So, those vows that you won't look at any other woman except you are just a joke. Because for beautiful women, no matter how affectionate people are, there will be a little throbbing, at most, she doesn't show it.

Hangcheng Airport, which is an international airport, has planes rising and landing alive every moment, and the roaring sound has never been interrupted. Fashionable beauties, gentlemanly handsome guys back and forth, everyone is polite and decent, if there is anything civilized, probably this is civilization. It seems that all the good things in this world are concentrated in this little capital airport, and everything is so comfortable.

If Yang Yunruo was here, he would definitely sigh that there are so many rich people in this world. Yes, rich people. Although it is not excluded that people who are not very rich go to fly, such people are a minority after all, and the number of times is definitely not much. In Yang Yunruo's view, if you don't have money to take a plane, it's just a matter of burning buns, you must know that air tickets are often several times that of trains and cars, isn't it good to have this money to eat and drink. Of course, this must be just Yang Yunruo's silk mentality, for many other people, if they can take a plane, they will never take a train, this is a matter of demeanor. There are some that you can enjoy quickly, so why not enjoy it. It is even derived that an hour by plane is an hour, a train is an hour, your nine hours are not money, time is life, and life is priceless. However, in fact, your time and life are really not very valuable.

Su Qing stood at the door, wearing a certain huge sunhat, embellished with several lace buds, wearing a floral long skirt, which set off her delicate and curvy figure, red high-heeled sandals, and several thin straps interlaced, absolutely cool. Cute toenails with red nail polish. Ripe and charming, like a ripe peach, people can't wait to take a bite.

Her steps kept pacing, and she seemed to be very impatient. The men next to her always looked at her intentionally or unintentionally, and some of them came up boldly to speak, and some of them were obscene, deliberately standing next to her, touching them and then pretending to be a decent gentleman to avoid, and then opening and touching, it seems that the places with her are crowded more than other places, which is really annoying, but there is no way but to try to avoid the places with fewer people.

"Woo" another plane landed.

From the airport to the exit, people came out in twos and threes. came to pick up relatives and friends and hugged them, and told the thoughts of parting with tears in their eyes.

"Xiaoqing" Su Qing, who lowered her head, heard this voice and hurriedly raised her head to look over.

"Still," Su Qing rushed out of the crowd and shouted loudly.

"Still, I miss you so much. Su Qing hugged Zhou and said happily, I haven't seen you for more than half a year, and I miss it very wet.

"Okay, okay, I miss you too. Zhou still said with a smile that since Su Qing left, she was alone in Xiangnan, and she also seemed a little lonely.

"Si Yang, Uncle Huang. Su Qing greeted the two people next to her sweetly and shouted.

"Sister Sue" and "Xiao Su"

Huang Siyang, Huang Wenbin's father and daughter.

I saw Huang Wenbin wearing colorful beach pants, a pair of knitted sandals, and a silk short-sleeved top, looking a little nondescript, but his face was full of joy. Huang Siyang sat in a wheelchair, with an arm stuck in front of the wheelchair, a mobile phone, and a tablet. Huang Siyang's hand gently swiped over the armrest of the wheelchair, and the handrest actually glowed blue like a mobile phone, showing a few buttons, and Su Qing's eyes lit up.

"High-end, bar. Zhou still smiled and said, "You don't know, when Uncle Huang just bought it back, I thought it was an alien invasion." It's just sci-fi. ”

"It's just alien technology, it's too high-end, I want to sit when I see it" Su Qing said with a big grin, but was touched by Zhou Yi, and hurriedly stopped and asked: "A lot of money, Uncle Huang." ”

"No more, no more, no more"

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, it's just hundreds of thousands of dollars. Huang Wenbin said with a smile, revealing a few big yellow teeth.