It was only because she knew their differences and differences that she tried so hard to get closer to him, but if he wanted to retreat, what good could her efforts be?

……

"Marry me!"

……

That day, he proposed to her under the light of fireworks in the sky. Now that I think about it, it feels like a dream.

If it weren't for the platinum ring she wore on her left ring finger, she would have wondered if that day's qiē was a dream, a beautiful and illusory dream.

On the side of the bathtub is an antique telephone on the sea-blue crystal mosaic table. Xia Yucheng turned his head and looked at it blankly for a while, and couldn't help but pick it up.

She remembered Feng Hao's mobile phone number very well, and her trembling fingers dialed one number after another, and when the last number was dialed, her slender fingers did not continue.

But I really miss him, I really want to listen to his gentle and mellow voice.

After hesitating for a long time, she slowly put down the phone, and her body slid down in the water with a confused look until the hot water flooded her face.

After a few seconds, she jerked out of the water, splashing everywhere. The pain that seemed to suffocate could not dissipate from the bottom of her heart for a long time.

Feng Hao, tell me, what do I have to do, so that I can leave with a smile when you don't want me!

She raised her hand to wipe the splash from her face, turned her head to look at her own shadow on the glass window, and smiled bitterly.

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Three days later, under the sympathetic gaze of several brothers, Yan Ziqing flew to Kyoto.

After getting off the plane, it was half past two in the afternoon local time, and the company sent a car to the general airport to pick him up. He got into the car and told the driver to go to the GS building.

Originally, he also wanted to bring Anno and Duoduo to come with him, to spend a vacation by the way, and soak in the famous mountain hot springs in winter. But thinking of Feng Hao's gloomy expression that day, in order to take care of his eldest brother's affection, Yan Ziqing still came alone.

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Feng, Mrs. Lao and Miss Li are all in the office," Song Yuanai stood outside the elevator waiting for him, and said with a smile, "You go in first, I'll make you coffee!"

"Miss Li, who?" Yan Ziqing didn't stop.

"Miss Li Wanqing, actress, don't you know?"

Yan Ziqing can't move anymore, Xia Yucheng didn't come to Kyoto, but Li Wanqing came, what's the situation?

"Mr. Feng is in a bad mood these days, and he often loses his temper ......"

"Got it," Yan Ziqing looked up at the closed office door and walked over.

A little secretary came over with a smile and greeted him very politely in Japanese, and helped him open the office door: "Mr. Yan, hello!

In the office, Feng Hao sat at his desk with a gloomy face. Fujiwara Xiang and Li Wanqing looked more relaxed, especially Li Wanqing, with a satisfied look on her face.

"Grandma!" Yan Ziqing first greeted Fujiwara Xiang, and then turned his face to Feng Hao, "Big brother!"

"Ziqing, you're here! Sit down! I'm discussing things with Hao, you're here just in time, listen to it!" Fujiwara said with a smile.

Yanziqing smiled and nodded, sat down on the chair in front of the desk, and looked at Feng Hao through the table, Feng Hao's face was tense, without any expression, and he didn't say anything.

"San Shao, long time no see?" Li Wanqing smiled slightly.

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