"Don't be angry."

Ye Shuyu bit her lip, lowered her eyes slightly, and looked at the man sitting on the sofa, motionless, her voice was a little low, her tone was muffled, and her mood was obviously not too high.

She didn't want to contradict him.

I didn't want to see his cold face.

Tong Jinzhen just looked at her quietly, looking at her with a look of annoyance and a little cringe.

He pursed his lips lightly and didn't speak.

After Ye Shuyu sighed helplessly, she put down the wine glass, and seemed to be very resigned to his fate and walked to him and sat down.

She really felt that her patience and good temper in her life were definitely consumed by this man.

Her son had never bothered to do so.

Tong Jinzhen watched her put her soft arms on her shoulders, watched her slowly approach, hugged her neck, and gently pressed her lips up.

It pecked like a dragonfly in water, and in just a second, it moved away.

Ye Shuyu looked at the man who was also looking at her, her eyes were facing each other, and there was only that handsome face in her eyes.

A hint of sweet and soft wine wandered between the two, staining the dark night with a touch of drunkenness.

"I ......." Ye Shuyu really wanted to tell him, I like you, I like you very much, I like it all my youth.

So how could it not care about you? I really didn't think that much about it tonight.

But the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat at that moment.

Her fragile and vile pride wouldn't allow her to say so much.

"I hope we can communicate sincerely about everything, instead of keeping a distance from me like you are now."

Ye Shuyu said as she spoke, her heart was inexplicably sour, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"I know that I may be naïve and naïve sometimes, maybe I have been too well protected since I was a child, maybe I haven't been able to take care of your feelings in a timely manner, but it doesn't mean that I don't care."

"After all, you'...... It's Xiaonuo's father, and it's the person I want to walk together all my life, and I hope that we can communicate calmly about anything in the future......"

Ye Shuyu was immersed in her own world and kept talking about her understanding.

Tong Jinzhen suddenly reached out and grabbed her cheek, looked at her eyes fixedly, and said very seriously, "Ye Shuyu, I like you." ”

His voice was not heavy, softly, word by word, but exceptionally clear.

At that moment, Ye Shuyu, who was talking non-stop, was stunned.

She could feel her blood boiling.

She looked at him with wide eyes, not hiding her shock in the slightest.

Looking at Tong Jinzhen, who was close at hand, she suddenly felt that her hands and feet were a little nowhere to put them.

Is he confessing to her?

Does he like himself?

Are you sure?

Did she really hear it right?

Ye Shuyu really couldn't believe it, and always felt that this was an illusion and a dream.

In the first five years of her life, she actually dreamed many times that the young man who was dressed up and had a refreshing feeling, and smiled and told her in her dream that she liked it.

After she was excited, she found that it was just a dream.

That kind of great emptiness and loss will always hit the most vulnerable part of her heart hard after she wakes up.

Over time, even if she dreamed of this kind of thing again, she would smile bitterly and say to the young man in her dream, okay, don't lie to me, I'm not sad.

Ye Shuyu came back to her senses, bit her lip, and looked at the person in front of her without blinking.