The night was dark. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At night, there was a full moon, almost full, and the moonlight was bright and white, and it was sprinkled all around.

In the room, Ye Yanran leaned against the window, she hadn't eaten for a day during the day, and she stayed in the room this day, and she didn't come in as expected, Huang Fuchen came in, or sent someone to call her.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Madam, the rice bowl is ready, please go downstairs to eat." Outside the door stood the maid Cui'er.

Ye Yanran opened the door, looked at Cui'er, and glanced worriedly at the yellow wall lamps in the corridor, thinking that it was night.

"Cui'er, where is the handsome?"

"Madam, the handsome man is already eating in the dining room, you can go down quickly, the food will be cold in a while."

Ye Yanran hesitated for a moment, and the next moment, walked downstairs.

Ye Yanran entered the dining room nervously, and saw Huang Fuchen sitting there eating at a glance.

Ye Yanran stepped forward, sat down in trepidation, and raised her eyes to look at the man.

The man's side face is cold, the lines are clear, and the light is cast on the other side of his face.

Ye Yanran watched, Huang Fuchen was eating slowly, and did not look at her, the expression on his face was extremely indifferent, more revealing cold coldness.

Ye Yanran lowered her eyes, her heart seemed to be blocked by something, she hadn't eaten anything that day, and her stomach was empty, but when she picked up the chopsticks on the table, she couldn't eat anything.

Ye Yanran paused, and she heard the sound of men eating in her ears, but she didn't dare to look up.

Such a silent atmosphere made Ye Yanran breathless.

With a sound of "pop~~", the pair of chopsticks in Huang Fuchen's palm fell on the table.

Ye Yanran trembled.

Soon, she heard the sound of Huang Fuchen pushing away the chair and the sound of leather shoes falling to the ground, and Huang Fuchen left the dining room, as if she didn't see Ye Yanran from beginning to end.

Until the man's footsteps were gone.

The chopsticks in Ye Yanran's palm clenched a little.

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Upstairs in the study.

Huang Fuchen stood behind the windowsill, his eyes falling out of the window, and his gaze was getting closer and farther.

The man had a cigarette between his fingers, and the smoke was billowing it.

It was dawn in the night.

In the bedroom, when Ye Yanran woke up, she looked at the side of the bed, empty and cold.

She knew very well that Huang Fuchen didn't enter the room last night, because the clothes on her body were very neat, and the man shared the bed with her, and never let herself wear clothes.

Ye Yanran didn't know where Huang Fuchen went to rest last night, and her heart was filled with loss, and she was more uncomfortable.

In the dining room last night, Huang Fuchen's indifference, Ye Yanran didn't see it.

After a while, Cui'er knocked on the door outside, "Madame? ”

"Come in!" Ye Yanran hurriedly fell.

As soon as the maid Cui'er entered the house, Ye Yanran blurted out, "Cui'er, where did the handsome rest last night?" Is it out? ”

When Cui'er heard this, she hurriedly responded, "Madam, the handsome man seems to have rested in the next room last night and didn't go out." ”

"Oh~~" Ye Yanran breathed a sigh of relief, inexplicably relieved, but more worried.

Ye Yanran was relieved that Huang Fuchen didn't go out to do anything, but she was worried that she didn't go to hug Han Hancheng last night, and she deliberately waited in the house all night, but she didn't wait for anyone to come.

"Madam, what's wrong with you and Dashuai? Isn't it awkward? Cui'er stepped forward and asked.

Ye Yanran lowered her eyes elsewhere, but she didn't fall back, what happened to her? It stands to reason that Huang Fuchen is not angry with himself, he should be glad, but why is he so uncomfortable.

"Madam, in fact, if you have a knot, you should put it on the surface with the handsome and say it on the surface, don't block it in your heart." Maid Cui'er continued.

Ye Yanran frowned and looked at Cui'er, "By the way?" Has Da Shuai already gone out? Went to the barracks? ”

"Nope!" The maid Cui'er shook her head, "The big marshal is now in the back garden pavilion, playing with the two little marshals." ”

Ye Yanran was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and hurriedly got out of bed.

A moment later ...

Ye Yanran was wearing a pink cheongsam, and deliberately tied her long dark hair behind her head and tied it with a chic headband.

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In the back garden of the foreign mansion, the roses in the flower garden are blooming, and the ginkgo trees are lush and green.

In the milky white relief pavilion, Huang Fuchen was wearing a white shirt, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, holding a small Hanhan with his bare hands, and Xiao Chengcheng who was learning to walk on the railing with the other hand.

The sun poured down, and on the man's hair, a layer of gorgeous coldness was plated.

The two nurses on the side watched quietly.

"Hanhan, when will you grow up quickly? Daddy takes you to ride a horse and learn to shoot? Huang Fuchen spoke to Han Han in the crook of his arm.

Xiao Hanhan giggled, he couldn't speak, he could only babble the words of a baby, and stretched out his hand to rub Huang Fuchen's face.

Ye Yanran entered the garden, watched from a distance, a layer of warmth floated in her heart, her little hands clenched slightly, and walked towards the pavilion.

Huang Fuchen turned his hand and hugged Xiao Chengcheng, and now it was Xiao Hanhan's turn to go down to the guardrail to go to school and walk, Yu Guang glanced at Ye Yanran, who was approaching, and the smile on the corner of his lips was suppressed, and that kind of sad feeling was stained all over his eyes.

Ye Yanran approached, looking at Huang Fuchen playing with the two children, she wanted to step forward, but she hesitated.

"Madame!"

"Madame, you're here too." The two nurses greeted Ye Yanran.

Ye Yanran nodded slightly towards the two nurses, and the next moment, the woman looked at Huang Fuchen with that eager look.

Huang Fuchen stretched out his hand to hold the two children and handed them to the nurse on the side, ignoring Ye Yanran, his face became extremely cold in an instant, and he turned around and left the pavilion.

Ye Yanran turned around and watched the man leave, and a burst of sourness surged in her heart in an instant, so sour and uncomfortable.

The two nurses on the side glanced at each other and both looked at Ye Yanran.

"Madam, the handsome seems to be in a bad mood?" Grandma Li was the first to speak.

"Madam, before dawn this morning, I got up to prepare millet porridge for the two children, and when I went downstairs, I saw Da Shuai sitting in the living room smoking a cigarette, which really scared me." Grandma Wu spoke again.

Ye Yanran looked at the two nurses, hurriedly left the pavilion, and walked towards the house.

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Ye Yanran stepped on high heels and entered the dining room, looking anxious, but when she saw Huang Fuchen sitting there drinking porridge, the whole person was stunned again.

Ye Yanran rubbed her little hand and stepped forward, and sat down with her, she happened to have breakfast yet.

At this time, the servant put a pair of chopsticks on the table for Ye Yanran and retreated.

Ye Yanran looked at Huang Fuchen's face, with a gloomy expression, but she still didn't look at herself.

"Bochen~~, what's wrong with you?" Ye Yanran fell softly, lowered her head, and clenched her little hands tightly.

Huang Fuchen heard the woman's low and soft voice, and his heart trembled in the deepest part, and his thin lips moved slightly, and he was silent.

The spoon in the man's palm fell on the table, the bowl of white porridge had just taken a few sips, the man sat in a tall posture, his eyes fell on the front, but the corner of his eye fell on the woman beside him.

He was watching her every move, and this time he really felt so tired, and he didn't want to take the initiative to question or scold her angrily! Every scolding, punishing, and attracting that kind of resentful gaze will only make my heart hurt more!

Ye Yanran looked sideways at the man's side face, so cold, so indifferent, she couldn't see through what this man was thinking.

Ye Yanran knew in her heart that Huang Fuchen was still angry about her deception of him, but this kind of anger was completely unexpected by her.

"Bochen~~, I... I really didn't mean to deceive you. Ye Yanran's voice was very low, and she fell again, she found it the first time that she was so powerless to explain something.

"You can see it, Azhuo, he is already like this." Ye Yanran said in a low voice, "I just want to persuade him, I hope he has a better life." ”

"I shouldn't have lied to you." After Ye Yanran finished saying this, she was powerless, and she paused for a moment, and her eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Huang Fuchen's fingers moved slightly, turned his head, and looked at the woman, the pair of ink-black eyes met the woman's eyes.

"Heh~~" The man sneered, "You want to tell me this?" ”

Ye Yanran's eyes flashed with tears, looking at the man, her face was confused, her heart was very uncomfortable, her heart was sour, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Huang Fuchen's eyes were gloomy, he raised his palm, and his rough fingers covered the woman's face, wiping the woman's tears.

"Why are you crying?" The man's voice was low and hoarse, "Did I bully you?" ”

Ye Yanran choked back tears and shook her head slowly, but she couldn't say anything.

Huang Fuchen looked at the woman and shook his head, and smiled helplessly, "Since I didn't bully you, why did I cry?" ”

Ye Yanran lowered her head, tears dripped clearly, dripping on the back of her hand, and tears bloomed drop by drop.

Huang Fuchen held the woman's face with both palms, caressed the woman's face with his rough fingers, and kept wiping the woman's tears.

"Don't cry, I, the person who was bullied by you, don't cry, what do you have to cry about?" Huang Fuchen's fingers were stained with the woman's tears, moistening his fingertips and stinging his heart.