When Yue'er returned to Jiang Yanxuan, he hadn't slept yet, sitting in the main room, the lights were on, and even the door was wide open. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Apparently waiting for her on purpose.

There was a bit of a surprise...... But it's not a surprise.

She walked in consciously and whispered "Young Master".

He sat at his table and painted—as if he were drawing, but he didn't miss a single stroke.

He didn't raise his head, as if casually, "You're back?"

Yue'er blew her head lower, "Yes......"

He was carrying the pen and did not look up, but his ears turned slightly sideways.

“……”

She actually knew what she should say, she actually knew that the way he raised his pen in the void at the moment was just to cover it up.

He was waiting for her to say something, to say something about her.

But what to say?

Tell him that she is doing well without him, not even the slightest lovesickness or sadness about being left out, but rather a chic and happy life - two extremes compared to him?

Yue'er's nose was sour, how she hoped that person would be better to him, but ...... All the women in his life flocked to him, and he fell in love with this unique and indifferent one...... What should she do, what can she do?

She is tired for him, lives a life of licking knives for him, and hides her infatuation for many years for him...... She can go and do anything for him, even if she dies...... But it's like this: even if you give your life, you can't do anything.

The man sitting at the table clearly sensed her silence, and the aura on his body became a little gloomy.

She moved her lips and finally said in an inaudible voice, "...... Young master, forget about her. ”

"Smack-"

It is to hear this sentence, but to hear this sentence.

He suddenly flipped over the table and strode back to the inner room.

Yue'er looked at the mess in the room with a heartache, and she didn't have time to avoid the ink that was spilled all over her body.

He looked like a child waiting patiently at home for a long time, but not waiting for the result he wanted.

and the indifference in the mouth of the guard just now is decisively judged by the two of them.

Is he blaming her?

No, of course he wouldn't blame her, and if he did, she would feel extremely happy.

He is actually very calm and rational in dealing with people and things, just like whether to kill a Yefu or not, like whether to let a few ladies live in his house to bring him benefits - he is always so rational, the overall situation is important, and he never adds a little personal feelings.

It is a luxury to get his hatred.

In the long years she had followed him, he had hardly any expression, faint, cold, arbitrary, haughty.

Only in the presence of that man, but in front of her, he threw away all pride and reason, and became so vivid, as vivid as a newborn child, that he subverted all her impressions of him—but only of that person.

On this night, and the next day, the people of Jiangfu could only carry things for food and lodging, and accompany their master without food or lodging.

"Boom-" The night sky, which had been gloomy for a long time, suddenly began to rain, bursts of thunder and lightning, and Jiang Yanxuan, who was already solemn, became more and more terrifying.

It was already the evening of the next day, and the people in the dark room had not come out.

Darkroom.

Jiang Kuo leaned decadently on the wide sandalwood chair, his expression tired and lonely.

Four years ago and four years later, the little girl in green and the cold woman who is always white now are reflected in front of me over and over again.

It's not that I don't know, it's not that I don't understand.

During that time in the alleys of Suzhou, every time I saw him and her wearing the same white clothes, so elegant, so matching, like a pair of fairy couples.

He used to be jealous and unwilling, so he gave up his favorite red and went to find the white she loved, wanting her to realize that he and her were also a very good match.

But it was all in vain.

White seems to be the color that belongs to the reader, and he, who is stained with blood and copper in her eyes, is probably not worthy, right?

Her polite and faintly disdainful eyes couldn't hide it even if she lowered her eyebrows...... Heh, the man smiled self-deprecatingly.

He accommodated her, all the time.

Maybe he has a bad temper, is irritable, and irritable, and may be bullying her in her eyes, but everything he does is essentially following her and currying favor with her.

Knowing that she liked Begonia, she bought seeds from thousands of miles away and sowed them secretly; she asked him for musical instruments, but he ignored them on the surface, but he began to build a piano room on the second day; knowing that she hated him, he left in Luoyu Pavilion under the pretext of acting and begging for nothing, thinking that maybe one day, the fake play would be really done, so that she could fall in love with him; knowing that she was worried about her parents, she bought a factory for her parents in the north to let them live with peace of mind...... But she didn't know any of that.

How much he's changed for her.

He knew that he was short-tempered, and that she liked elegant men, so he always suppressed his temper in front of her, and was careful not to let her see his horror.

He carefully protected her, silently let her, prepared the best guqin for her, sent the most trusted maids, and kept the most trusted guards—she could not see them.

She taunted him, provoked him, and even ...... teasing him, he gave her the tolerance that she had never given to others.

And he can't show the slightest tiredness and slackness.

Just like Jiang Yanxuan's kitchen that day, maybe the atmosphere was too good, he couldn't help but want to be coquettish to her, wanted her to coax him, wanted to feel his status in her mind, and then ...... She turned her face, he was out of control, so she really ignored him ruthlessly and starved him for three days.

He had lived so proudly for eighteen years, and had never been so humble in his desire for someone's attention and understanding, but it was different for her.

But...... Can't get it.

He used to think that as long as he was always good to her, he would impress her one day.

He one

Every time he tries hard, even if there is a little harvest and progress, he will secretly be happy for several days, he thinks that everything is fine, and his heart is bright.

Unexpectedly, all this is deception!

She cruelly gave him hope and made him despair, making him fall from heaven to hell in an instant!

He knew that she missed her parents, so he planned for many days to take them back to Jiangfu, just to surprise her during the Mid-Autumn Festival. didn't want him to pick up her parents on the front foot, and she couldn't wait to follow her old lover on the back foot......

He was always reluctant to think back to the image, always unwilling to believe what had happened, and she gave him back the wrench, and his eyes caught a glimpse of her crystal tears.

Just because of those tears...... He lied to himself, she may have been persecuted, she may have regretted it, she may ...... Ah, he made so many excuses for her, but he just didn't want to give up.