"Nothing happened, what could happen between me and him?"

Xue Jiaying looked at me for a while before she spoke: "Does your brother know about this matter?"

"I'll tell him later."

Jiang Feiyi is in the company at this time, I just want to tell Xue Jiaying first, if I don't tell Xue Jiaying, it is estimated that not long after I leave, she will be able to lift the sky.

She looked at me for a while, but didn't say anything after all: "You can control it yourself, Fu Yao, you are already twenty-seven, not seventeen years old, not yet an adult, you make your own decisions, what you want to do, you know that you have to bear the consequences."

I know I can't hide it from Xue Jiaying, I just hope that she can know about this matter later, at least so that I can have enough time to leave.

I didn't admit it, and she couldn't help it.

With such a sentence, she turned and went into the kitchen.

When Jiang Feiyi came back, it was already past seven o'clock, he was sitting on the sofa, untying his tie with one hand and looking at me: "What's the matter?"

A look at him floated over, and I couldn't help but tremble, pursed my lips, and dared to speak: "I want to go out to study for two years."

His hand paused slightly, and then he suddenly pulled his tie down, and his expression didn't change: "Where are you going?"

"France."

He looked at me for a while before he spoke again: "Think clearly?"

I nodded, "Figured it out."

Jiang Feiyi was silent for a while: "Han Mo knows?"

"I haven't said it yet."

He suddenly stopped talking, and there was only silence in the entire living room, and I lowered my head, not sure what Jiang Feiyi was thinking now.

What Xue Jiaying didn't want to believe, Jiang Feiyi would definitely not believe it.

He looked at me like a torch, and I felt that I had nothing to hide from him.

I don't know how long it took, Xue Jiaying in the kitchen told us that we could eat, and he spoke: "You like it yourself."

I was slightly surprised that he had already gotten up and gone into the kitchen.

Since Jiang Feiyi married Xue Jiaying, people have not been so ignorant of the fireworks in the world.

I also got up to help, Lin Zhaofeng ate out with his girlfriend today, and only the three of us ate.

There was some silence at the dinner table, Jiang Feiyi never spoke during meals. I don't know if it's my own psychological reasons, but I always feel that today's silence is different from the silence in the past, and it's a little depressing.

When I left, I happened to run into Lin Zhaofeng who came back, and I knew that the date was quite successful by looking at his face.

He was a little surprised when he saw me: "Oh, Sister Yao, why did you come back for dinner so free today?" Can Han Shao let you come back? ”

I raised my hand and patted him: "Okay, you're not half a pound or eight taels yourself, it's not too early, I'll go back."

"No, don't you come back for a rare trip and stay overnight?"

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled me.

I pulled his hand away: "I'm sorry, Han Shao won't let me stay overnight!"

Lin Zhaofeng snorted: "It's not promising."

I kicked him before I ran out of the door, and as soon as I got out of the door, I saw Han Mo.

In December, there was no snow, but it was very cold.

He wore a brown coat and stood in the moonlight, almost melting in.

Seeing that I was stunned, Han Mo suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Come here, what are you doing standing there stupidly?!"

As he spoke, the man had already raised his legs.

I also walked over with my legs raised, and the next second I was pulled closer to his arms, hot, he reached out and lifted his coat to wrap me, and the wind blew and hit him.

He glanced up at Jiang Feiyi in the room, the two of them said hello, and then led me to the car.

The heating in the car has not yet been dissipated, and it is still hot as soon as you sit inside.

"Why are you thinking about going back to dinner today?"

He asked me as he reversed the car.

I tilted my head to look at him and smiled, "I don't want to cook."

"Whew, out of breath."

I pursed my lips and smiled, looked away, and tried to take a breath.

When Han Mo came out of the shower at night, he habitually beckoned me to come over and help him wipe his hair, since the last time I took the initiative to help him wipe his hair, this matter has basically fallen on my hands.

I looked at him for a few seconds before reluctantly walking over.

A hair of water, even though there is heating in the house, but his water is still cold on my hands.

I haven't cut my hair for more than two months, and I felt it and found that it was as long as a knuckle and a half, and I couldn't help but feel a little disgusted: "Your hair is long, why don't you cut it?"

This hair grows, and it doesn't dry so quickly.

He reached out and curled the hair around my waist, gave me a nonchalant "um", and didn't say anything.

I didn't speak again until I touched his hair and it was almost dry, and then I spoke: "Han Mo."

"Huh?"

"I'll tell you something."

He suddenly moved, turned over and looked at me: "What kind of moth do you want to fix?"

I was choked by him, and couldn't help but pull his hair: "You're just a moth, I'm not you, Sun Wukong, or the kind without the hoop spell."

He looked at me and sneered, "Your analogy is really novel."

I didn't want to discuss this with him at all, so I pursed my lips and said directly: "I want to go out and study for two years."

"What did you say?"

He sat up suddenly, and looked at me and narrowed his eyes slightly, the danger inside was obvious.

I looked at him, didn't move, and said again: "I want to go outside to study for two years."

Han Mo's face suddenly turned cold: "Fu Yao, are you used to being wild outside for more than three years?"

I raised my hand and directly put Mao Jiu on his head: "You can't speak!"

He raised his hand and ripped off the towel, hugged me and pressed me directly into the sofa, looking up at me a little ruthlessly: "I don't allow you to go out!"

I raised my hand and touched his forehead, which was covered by two scars from his car accident more than a month ago, four or five centimeters long, from his hair to his ears.

Then I laughed, "I'm here to inform you, not to ask for your opinion."

"You're telling me you're trying to rebel?"

He gritted his teeth, visibly angry.

I couldn't help laughing: "Yes, yes, Mr. Han is right, I just want to rebel!"

"I think you owe Han Mo a clean up!"

With that, he directly ripped off my pajamas and really cleaned me up.

Han Mo can't be easily provoked, really, verify it personally.

Usually I have been tossed by him for so long, and I can't help but sleep as soon as I am done, but I can't sleep tonight, I have something in my heart, how can I sleep.

He didn't sleep either, he sat at the head of the bed with me, and subconsciously touched the cigarette on the bedside table, and I quickly reached out and pulled his hand back: "What are you doing?"

At the beginning, Han Mo said to quit smoking, but I also know that he has been smoking for more than ten years, where can he quit so easily.

However, he has good willpower and will control himself.

Occasionally, I will only smoke one or two when I can't control it, but compared to the ruthlessness of smoking one or two packs a day before, it is much better now, and it has only been more than two months.

The cigarettes in the bedside table were deliberately placed by him, and he said that it was okay not to eat them, but occasionally he could remind himself that if he couldn't control it, he could still toss me.

This old pervert.

Now he couldn't help but reach over and touch the cigarette, but luckily I was quick enough to stop him.

He glanced back at me, and his face was not very good: "Where are you going?"

I knew that Han Mo had agreed, so I pulled the quilt and sat up, raised my hand around his neck, and rubbed his face: "France."

"Really good at picking places!"

As he spoke, he suddenly pressed me down.

I was stunned for a moment, "What do you want to do?" ”

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow: "You don't let me smoke, don't you want me to you?"

I'm messing with!

This time I didn't have much strength, and as soon as he let go of me, I couldn't help but fall asleep.

When he woke up, it was still dark, and there was a lot of trouble last night, and Han Mo was still sleeping.

He still had one hand on me, and Han Mo, who was asleep, was less arrogant than he usually was, and there was no anger between his eyebrows.

I raised my hand and touched his eyebrows, tears streaming down the corners of my eyes, and I felt as uncomfortable as a knife.

I lived to be twenty-seven years old, and I have loved such a man, and I have only ever loved such a man.

But where are there so many perfect things in this world.

I don't know how strong my memory can be, and I don't know if I'll forget such a face in the future.

I was afraid that Han Mo would be suspicious when he woke up and saw my tears, so he hurriedly raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, closed his eyes and eased for a while, before he opened his eyes and looked at him again.

It's been more than eight years, and he's the same as he was the one I saw back then.

The years seem to be more tolerant of men, if I reached Han Mo's age, I would probably have wrinkles a long time ago, but his skin is still as good as ever, better than mine.

The seven-year age difference between the two of us became less and less obvious as the years went by.

"What are you doing?"

Before he could open his eyes, his hand tugged at my wrist.

At this time, the sky was already bright, I was stunned, and touched the corner of his lips with my hand: "What if I miss you?"

He suddenly pulled me, lowered his head and bit me on the cheek: "Heh, choose France, or two years, Fu Yao, I thought you didn't want to see me at all."

My heart was stagnant, and the bite on my face hurt a little, but it wasn't enough for my heart.

He took a slight breath before he spoke: "If I don't want to see you, who is the person in front of you now?"

He raised his hand and touched the corner of my eye, and a pair of dark eyes looked at me deeply: "Fu Yao, can you not go?"