"Sister Orange, I'm leaving!" Li Yunxi turned around and slowly walked towards his car, waving gracefully and elegantly with the hand holding the car key as he walked.

After getting into the car, Li Yunxi looked at the car mirror and couldn't see Xia Yucheng's figure anymore.

"Li Yunxi is a stupid person!" I really hope he is a stupid person, Li Yunxi sighed and started the car.

The shadow of the bright lights passed slowly outside the car window, and his melancholy and depression were covered up in the prosperity.

turned on the music, and what slowly flowed out was the song "Secret Love" that he sang in "Lost Night".

Your hair is like moonshine

Do not hold it in your hand

But there is a glimmer of hope

Your face glides through the glass window like a flower

Leave a sentimentality

I don't think about how far away your world is from me

Just for your loneliness on the red dust road

Stay close to you and hide your obsession

Silently appreciate the past of the people who love you

Your tears falling in the wind are unforgettable for my life

In the blink of an eye, how many spring and autumn ended up lonely

It has not entered your heart

I visited you in my dreams

Will you snuggle up to my chest

You never knew it was on my shoulder

The land is desolate with you alone

……

Listening to the singing, Li Yunxi's eyes gradually darkened, as deep as the sea, and he couldn't see the end at a glance.

"You never knew that on my shoulder, you alone in the world," he sang the last line in a low voice, he made a lip shape, and pronounced a name, "Xia Yu Orange!"

This name can only be kept in my heart for the rest of my life, how dare I shout it? How dare I pronounce it out loud.

"Xia Yucheng!" Li Yunxi said again with his lips, and his heart was full of endless pain and regret.

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Late at night, Shangfeng Garden.

A champagne-colored Rolls-Royce stopped at the door of a villa, and Yan Ziqing got out of the car with a smell of alcohol.

"Sanshao, do you want me to help you in?" the driver hurriedly got out of the car and asked.

"Help me, I'm not drunk, really, go back, it's none of your business!" Yan Ziqing waved his hand impatiently, and then walked through the garden with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"I'm back!" Before he could walk up the steps, Anno had already come out to greet him. Seeing that he was drunk and slightly drunk, he not only felt distressed, "Let you drink, you really drank too much, don't you have to go to the company tomorrow?"

As she spoke, she stepped forward to help him, and he hugged her tightly in his arms, buried his face in her hair, and sniffed deeply.

The woman he loves is by his side, and the real feeling makes him warm all over, and his heart is extraordinarily full, without a little gap.

Thinking about Feng Hao again, he couldn't help but say with emotion: "An An, I'm home, happy!"

A beloved woman, a lovely son, plus himself, isn't this home?

Anno glared at her, pushed him away, held his arm and said, "Let you go and relieve your boredom for your eldest brother, how happy are you?" Hurry up, go into the house, I have prepared a sobering soup for you. ”

"Hey, it's good to have a wife," Yan Ziqing turned her head and kissed her cheek indiscriminately as she walked, "Wife......

"Who is your wife?, are you married?" Anno twisted his arm, "Yan Ziqing, sober me up!"

Yan Ziqing heard her call her by her name, and frowned unhappily: "Call husband!"

Anno ignored him, dragging him by the arm and pulling him into the house.

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