Hearing Ye Ying Ning's question, Lin Xingyuan stopped, turned around slowly, and his gaze fell on her face accurately.

In fact, in his selfish heart, he didn't want her to agree to him so happily.

Once Ye Ying Ning was forced to accept this condition, he had no excuse to approach her again and again, intimidate her, and enjoy the fiery pleasure of being with her with some kind of taboo.

and the indescribable, indescribable familiarity he got from her, all of which soothed his feelings full of regret and guilt, and even soothed his incomparably restless heart, so that his already empty feelings were nourished in the slightest.

"Have you thought about it?"

After getting the long-awaited answer, Lin Xingyuan not only didn't like it, but subconsciously frowned.

"As long as you stay away from my life, and we don't have river water in the future, I'd rather break my conscience once. ”

Night Infant Ning took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.

Lin Xingyuan put one hand in his trouser pocket, paced slowly, walked in front of her again, and stood firmly.

"Hate me, don't you?"

He stared at Ye Ying Ning, and saw a few broken hairs falling on her forehead, blocking her eyes, and her right hand seemed to be raised uncontrollably, wanting to help her pull it aside. Unexpectedly, she looked vigilant, took two steps back, and avoided his movements.

"You look down on yourself too much, how strong should it be to hate someone? No, I don't hate you. ”

Night Infant Ning shook her head quickly and denied it loudly.

Sometimes, in fact, there are not so many grievances and sadness in my heart, but I can't help but persuade at all. As soon as people persuade you, it seems to be helping you brew emotions, and the emotions that you could have held back burst the embankment in an instant, surging like a torrent, and rushing out.

She tilted her head slightly, trying to let the tears flow back, absolutely, absolutely not to show her most vulnerable and helpless side in front of this demon!

"I see, you're saying I'm not even worthy to make you hate and hate. Well, that's great. ”

Lin Xingyuan chuckled self-deprecatingly, looking at Ye Ying Ning in front of him, her dark pupils were trembling slightly, covered with a film of water that would drip at any time, flashing with rippling waves.

The more indifferent his tone was, the more it stimulated her already developed tear ducts.

Don't hate, can't be.

He is the son of a wealthy family, and he can easily play with a little model with no money, no power and no status, and she really believes in him, and entertains herself to perform the drama of Wang Baochuan who has been guarding the cold kiln for 18 years.

Now the dream is broken, the person is dead, the heart is a grave, and everything is only in two words: deserved.

Ye Ying Ning finally couldn't help it, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffed, and said calmly: "I'll try my best to find a chance to get things, if you dare to embarrass my parents, I will fight with you even if I do my best." You are a smart person, you know what to say and what not to say. ”

After speaking, she pulled Lin Xingyuan's hand fiercely and stuffed the pair of earrings into his palm.

He wanted to take advantage of the situation to shake her hand, however, Ye Ying Ning quickly withdrew his hand as if dodging the plague, and Lin Xingyuan had to pounce.

"I'll go down and get it to her. ”

Before turning around, as if he remembered something, he took out a small red velvet box from his trouser pocket and opened it to her.

Huang Chengcheng went straight into his eyes, and he was caught off guard.

It is a golden lock, engraved with the word "longevity" on the side of the luke, no need to look, the back is naturally "rich".

"New Year's gift. ”

Lin Xingyuan took it out, checked it in his hand, and said with a smile: "The price of gold has been a lot cheaper recently. ”

She stared straight at the golden lock pendant in his palm, and her scalp was numb. I remember that more than a month before Lin Xingyuan went abroad, the two passed by the gold jewelry counter when they were shopping, and she had inadvertently mentioned that she wanted a longevity lock, which was put in a hand-sewn red cloth cover and worn close to her body.

"I am very superstitious, people say that my life is too light, and I don't panic when I have gold and silver. ”

At that time, she laughed, but he repeatedly teased her for being too cheesy, straight jade diamonds, which is not more fashionable and beautiful than old-fashioned gold.

"People say that there is gold and silver to be close to the body and not panic. Take it and get a good New Year's getaway. ”

Lin Xingyuan saw that Ye Ying Ning's face was stunned, and he followed her example, spread out her hand, and buried the golden lock in her palm.

By the time she could react, his back had reached the end of the hallway.

The lock in her hand is not a long-lived lock, but it is a shackle, with the memory of her previous life, trapping her here. Long life, long life is not a life of torture, rich, rich is not expensive.

When Ye Ying Ning regained her normal color and walked downstairs, the family banquet had already begun, and a group of people moved from the living room to the dining room, most of them were seated, and she was the only one who was late.

She smiled apologetically at the elders and sat down next to Zhou Yang in silence.

The main course has not yet been served, and cold cuts and seasonal fruits are on the table. Perhaps because his heart was too unquiet, the hand of the night baby Ning hanging under the table was still trembling slightly.

Zhou Yang remained silent, found her hand, and held it lightly. His hands were dry and strong, rubbing against her fingertips, and there was a warmth, mixed with a subtle pulse that was reassuring.

After a while, Ye Ying Ning withdrew her hand, took an orange from the table, peeled it off little by little, and the orange peel quickly became a complete five-petal flower in her hand.

Lin Xingyuan, who was chatting with Yeyun Yehao, caught a glimpse of her slender white fingers and the petals of oranges with his spare eyes, and unconsciously, his heart hurt, as if he had been completely peeled off.

Carefully removing the white tendons on the orange petals, Ye Ying Ning casually handed the orange to Zhou Yang.

He smiled, twisted a petal, and sucked the rich sweet and sour juice between his lips and teeth.

"My sister and brother-in-law have a really good relationship, outsiders really like to chew on the root of their tongues, if you see this scene, those rumors will definitely be self-defeating!"

Without warning, Ye Lan'an "giggled", took a piece of cantaloupe while laughing, only took a small bite, and immediately spit it out with a "bah", saying to himself: "It's so bitter!"

She did it on purpose, it's not a melon, it's a person.

Bai Siyi, who was on the side, raised her eyebrows, pretended to be displeased, and scolded: "An An, talking nonsense again, how can there be any rumors!"

Ye Lan'an was still a young personality, and immediately replied: "It's not that you haven't heard what those long-tongued women say behind their backs, how ugly and ugly it is, do you want me to learn a word from you?"

As soon as the mother and daughter sang and harmonized, Ye Yun and Feng Xuan's faces immediately became a little ugly.

Here, Zhou Yang has finished eating oranges, he is very picky, only sucks the juice, does not eat the orange flesh, wipes the juice on his fingers, and he smiled: "Since An An said that it is a rumor, of course it is not the truth." The grapes that can't be eaten must be sour, and you must understand this truth, auntie, if you are well-informed. Besides......"

He turned his head as he spoke, smiled lightly and looked at Ye Ying Ning, whose face was slightly solemn and nervous, his eyebrows were stretched, his thin lips were upturned, and he said slowly: "Ying Ning is the wife I chose, even if there is something wrong with her, I am willing to accept it, and others can't control it if they want to." ”

As if he should be in response to Zhou Yang's words, as soon as his words fell, the gardener at home happened to set off firecrackers in the open space outside the villa, crackling, sounding so festive and lively.

The sound of firecrackers, in the blink of an eye, is another year.