"Ruting......" Han Yiming sighed in a deep voice, "She is already dead, if you torture yourself again, she will not come back to life, why can't you let her live in that world at ease?"

"I didn't expect her to come back to life, I just wanted to see her again in my dreams. Jin Ruting held the wine glass in one hand, grabbed the other party's hand with the other, he was in the mall, he was helpless like a child at the moment, tears flowed down his face, "It's useless to even five stones, don't you say it's a fairy medicine? It can make people's hearts come true, but it's useless, I still can't see Zhiyue, she avoids me in her dreams, I can't remember her appearance anymore......"

"You're really drunk. Han Yiming snatched the wine glass from his hand, set him up, and helped him to the bedroom to rest.

How bitter he is in his heart, needless to say, he also understands that in the face of his enemies, he has to do everything possible to please and flatter, obviously disgusted with the rude and willful eldest lady of the Jiang family, but he still spoils her Ruobao and follows her in everything.

Proud as he is, it is not easy to do this, and this is all the blood and hatred that supports him, but if one day, he really collapses the Jiang family and has revenge, then what will he rely on to survive if he loses a qiē?

I have to say that Shen Zhiyue's woman is really ruthless enough, she used her death to torture the man who loved her deeply, making him live in guilt and remorse every minute and every second, and she was in pain, she was simply punishing her heart, which was more cruel than killing him directly.

"Little Joy ......"

The man on the bed was already confused, but he was still muttering Shen Zhiyue's name in his mouth, and his expression was extremely obsessed.

Han Yiming shook his head helplessly, he couldn't bear to look at his decadent and painful appearance anymore, he reached out and tugged at the corner of the quilt for him, turned off the lights, and went straight out of the bedroom, leaving him alone in this dark room, remembering the woman who had passed away.

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Jin Mansion

After listening to the report of his subordinates, Jiang Lan's enduring anger finally broke out. She raised her hand and knocked over a table of delicacies to the ground, and sneered: "Busy with business, this excuse is really tried and tested, he is not taking me seriously anymore!"

"Miss, don't be angry. Maybe my uncle is really in trouble......"

As soon as Jinxiu spoke, she was glared at by Jiang Lan, "Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, what can be more important than a family Chinese New Year's Eve dinner?

Ever since the man was infected with Wushisan, his attitude towards her has not been as good as before. She understood that he was calculated by her bastard second brother, and he was angry with their Jiang family, but because of his father's bad face, he vented all the resentment in his heart on her, of course, there was also his dead ex-wife.

I don't know what's wrong, after she went to Jiangfu to see Nalan Xinyue, she was always uneasy, maybe it was because of her similar appearance, she would think of Shen Zhiyue from time to time, the woman she didn't care about.

What annoyed her even more. Jin Ruting actually has that woman in his heart, and to this day, he never forgets Shen Zhiyue, which is really hateful.

Seeing that her young lady was angry, Jinxiu swallowed back the words that came to her mouth, she has always known how to observe words and emotions the most, and naturally knows that it is better not to touch the mold at this time, but I am afraid that this year will not be peaceful.

Jiang Mansion under the same night sky is full of New Year's flavor, and after eating the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Shen Zhiyue is already slightly drunk. The little blushing fluttered, she held her cheeks in her hands, and looked at the handsome man opposite him like a god in a drunken daze, only to feel that his eyebrows were delicate and picturesque. Even women are jealous of their good looks.

She sighed once again that God really treats this man too well, noble, upright, omnipotent, he is perfect without a trace of flaws, if you insist on finding out his shortcomings, it should be that your vision is not very good. Otherwise, how could she fall in love with a useless woman like her, and she began to gradually get used to his kindness to her.

Jiang Chengfeng has always had a good amount of alcohol, but when he met Shen Zhiyue's gaze, his heart couldn't help but throb a little.

"Are you sleepy, do you want to rest?" he raised his hand and stroked her cheek, his movements very gently, as if he were caring for a treasure.

Shen Zhiyue shook his head and smiled coquettishly: "No, my mother said that on Chinese New Year's Eve, the family should keep the New Year, so that there will be many blessings in the coming year." ”

When these three words came out of her mouth, Jiang Chengfeng's fingers couldn't help but stiffen, and he subconsciously asked, "Do you still recognize who I am?"

The smile on Shen Zhiyue's lips did not decrease, and the slightly cool little hand gently covered the back of his hand, and called him affectionately, "Brother Jiang, I am not drunk yet, how can I not recognize you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly heard a roar outside, so she couldn't help but stand up curiously, walked to the courtyard, looked at the bright night sky and couldn't help but say, "It's beautiful......"

"Do you like it?" Jiang Chengfeng also followed, took the cloak in the hands of his subordinates and put it on her, looking at her with doting eyes.

Shen Zhiyue nodded, but didn't look at him, just stared at the gorgeous fireworks in the sky, as if to say to him, and seemed to say to himself: "When I was a child, every New Year's holiday, our whole family would set off fireworks together, and at that time, I always felt that all the beautiful scenery in the world could not compare to the moment when the fireworks bloomed, colorful and suffocating. "It's a pity that fireworks are fleeting, and after that extreme beauty, they turn into ashes, like moths to a fire.

Love is also like fireworks, only a moment of brilliance, can be grasped, that moment is eternal, can't be grasped, no matter how much eternity can only be missed, just like she and Jin Ruting, the beauty of the past was as early as when his father drove him out of the house, and when he refused to look back at her, it was already gone, and he could never get it back.

If she could have recognized the reality earlier, maybe she and he would not have come to this point, they may extend like two parallel lines, without interfering with each other, she will marry and have children, and live an ordinary life, although there are regrets, but there will be no heartache, that is the best result.

"Zhiyue ......" Jiang Chengfeng pressed her shoulders and let her face herself, as expected, the smile on the corner of her lips condensed, her eyes were filled with a layer of mist, and tears were in her eyelashes, but she bit her lower lip tightly and didn't say a word.

"Remembering him again?" he was distressed and annoyed, and his tone unconsciously carried a hint of sourness.

"I'm sorry......" she slowly spat out these three words, and the hot tears finally overflowed uncontrollably from her eyelids and dripped onto the back of his hand.

PS:Came to a trip that said go.,After coming back, all kinds of busy.,Owe a lot of updates.,I'm really sorry.,A month I promise not to abandon the pit.,(づ ̄3 ̄)づ (To be continued.) )