The movement was so loud that the residents and hotel managers next door were standing in the hallway watching. Ye Xiaojin lowered her head, her shoulders trembled slightly, and walked in the corridor where people were watching.

She wiped her tears desperately, but she couldn't finish her tears, and her lips were broken a little, which she bit when she cried.

Her body was groggy, as if she was about to fall, and she thought that it was all just a dream.

How could she be so stupid, stupid enough to believe in this well-known playboy in college, stupid enough to believe that love can overcome everything, stupid enough to never doubt him.

But since you don't love her anymore, why do you propose to her, why do you promise her to choose a wedding dress in two days?

Ye Xiaojin raised her head, trying to stop her tears, but she couldn't control this jealous and grieving body anymore.

She was in pain, her chest hurt, she had some difficulty breathing, and the feeling of choking was really uncomfortable, she thought that she would only be happy in the rest of her life, but she didn't expect that reality would give her a blow to the head.

The man behind her walked briskly, put his arm around her shoulders, and the two walked out of the hotel together.

The sun outside the hotel was dazzling, which cleared her mind a bit.

"Get in the car." Yan Feng opened the car door.

"Smack"! The left side of his face was hot, Yan Feng's eyes widened, and he was stunned, this slap was inexplicable, but what could he do with the woman in front of him with red eyes?

Yan Feng looked at Ye Xiaojin with a little grievance in his eyes.

"Mr. Yan, you saved my father, I thank you, I can compensate you in any way, but please don't continue to help me like this, and please don't build your happiness on the pain of others."

Ye Xiaojin stopped sobbing, wiped away her tears, and turned to leave.

Avoiding Yan Feng's sight, Ye Xiaojin cried bitterly again.

Yan Feng looked at Ye Xiaojin who was leaving, frozen in place, he still didn't understand why he was slapped like this, and he didn't understand what Ye Xiaojin said just now.

Isn't he doing it for her? Be all abroad.

Yan Feng frowned, got into the car, and followed behind Ye Xiaojin.

He wanted to question why Ye Xiaojin was beating him and why he said such things? But when I saw her sobbing on the side of the road, I couldn't bear it.

Then let her be sad first, there will always be a time when the sadness is over.

Yan Feng slowed down and followed behind Ye Xiaojin.

By the way, when did he suffer such a grievance? There are so many people in the god world who are stronger than him, but a few dare to touch him, he is a high god, the underworld master who is in charge of the cycle of life and death, and was slapped by the woman in this world so unreasonably.

Yan Feng was very aggrieved and irritable, frowning and looking at the woman outside the glass.

But how could he be angry with her? She kept wiping her tears, sobbing incessantly, and twitching Yan Feng's heart one after another.

Yan Feng exhaled and leaned back in his seat, he didn't want to think about anything else.

Ye Xiaojin just walked like this, along the road, not wanting to go to the company, not wanting to go home, wherever she went.

Porsche followed, the cars on the road became scarcer, and they moved farther and farther away from the city.

From noon to dark, the sun slowly slid down the mountain, and on the empty road, there was only one person and one car.

Her tears were gone, and her heart didn't hurt anymore, but her feet were worn out, and she was tired from walking.

Yan Feng just stared at this woman for an afternoon, and there was no anger and irritability in his eyes, more softness and pampering.

The woman turned around and blocked in front of the car, which stopped.

Opening the car door, Ye Xiaojin sat in, her expression slightly embarrassed.

"You, send me home."

Yan Feng didn't speak, but turned around and drove in the direction of the city.

"Mr. Yan, I'm sorry." Ye Xiaojin lowered her head and whispered.

"What's the use of saying I'm sorry now?"

Tears left the corners of his eyes and landed on the mat of the car with a small sound.

Ye Xiaojin didn't dare to wipe her tears, she was afraid of being seen by Yan Feng.

It was quiet inside the car, and it was quiet outside, and the whole world seemed to have only the sound of the wind and the low roar of the car.

"Does your foot hurt?"

Ye Xiaojin was looking at the night outside the window, and when he turned around, Yan Feng was still driving seriously, and his eyebrows seemed to be wrinkled forever.

"It hurts, it hurts a little."

"Take your shoes off."

"Oh." Ye Xiaojin raised her leg and slowly took off her shoes, but she accidentally injured the soles of her feet, which hurt very much.

But Ye Xiaojin endured it and didn't make a sound, she felt that sitting next to Yan Feng, it was wrong to even breathe.

She seemed to owe too much to this man, and she didn't want to upset him anymore.

The car stopped some distance from Ye Xiaojin's rental house.

"Is that his car?" Yan Feng looked at the Mercedes-Benz sedan parked on the side of the road.

"Hmm." This car Ye Xiaojin couldn't be more familiar with.

Yan Feng turned around and got on the other road.

"Where are you going?" Ye Xiaojin asked.

Yan Feng didn't speak, his expression was a little impatient, and Ye Xiaojin didn't dare to continue asking.

It didn't take long to arrive at the villa area, and the car was parked at the door of Yan Feng's villa.

"Sit down." With a few words, Yan Feng got out of the car, opened the door of the villa, returned to the car, opened the co-pilot's door, and carried Ye Xiaojin, who had not yet reacted, out of the car.

"Ahh Ye Xiaojin screamed softly, and then didn't dare to make any other sounds.

From this position, she could hear his steady heartbeat and see his attractive jawline.

Ye Xiaojin's cheeks flushed, fortunately it was night, and there was no one else around, otherwise she would not have died of shyness.

Entering the door, Yan Feng carried Ye Xiaojin to the sofa.

"You're just staying here these days, since I'm not doing well, then I can't let you continue to be uncomfortable." There was a hint of sarcasm in Yan Feng's words, and Ye Xiaojin could hear it.

"No ......" Ye Xiaojin wanted to explain, but the man in front of her was busy with his own business and didn't pay attention to her.

It turned out that he was angry all the time with a straight face, Ye Xiaojin looked at Yan Feng, this man seemed to be no different from ordinary men, he was angry like a child.

"I can leave tomorrow, and I'll take care of my own business."

Yan Feng walked over to Ye Xiaojin and sat down, holding some medicine in his hand.

"Didn't you say that you could compensate me by any means, then you can clean my room for a week first." Yan Feng looked at Ye Xiaojin with some banter and smugness in his eyes.

"Oh." Ye Xiaojin knew that he did not refuse this statement in front of Yan Feng.

"Feet, lift up."

"Huh?" Ye Xiaojin was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, his feet were lifted up by Yan Feng and placed on his thighs.

The blood on the soles of the feet had penetrated the socks. Yan Feng began to slowly peel off Ye Xiaojin's socks.

That's her feet! Ye Xiaojin watched Yan Feng's coherent movements, as if he was fiddling with his own body.

But, what is this inexplicable sense of well-being?

Ye Xiaojin looked at Yan Feng's side face blankly, looking at his serious eyes and the bridge of his nose.

"Ahh The soles of Ye Xiaojin's feet hurt and screamed.

"Does it hurt?" Yan Feng hurriedly stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at Ye Xiaojin.

"It hurts." Ye Xiaojin nodded.

Yan Feng gently covered the soles of Ye Xiaojin's feet with his palms, and a burst of warmth hit her, and Ye Xiaojin felt very comfortable.

The socks slowly turned to ashes and fell to the ground.

"Ahh Ye Xiaojin cried out in surprise. Yan Feng was expressionless in the preparation of medicines.

Ye Xiaojin wanted to ask if this was a spell, but when she thought about it, it seemed that it was a bit too silly to ask such a question, so she had to continue to watch Yan Feng operate.

There should be no woman who can't love such a man......

Ye Xiaojin looked at Yan Feng quietly like this, Zhang Yizhi was really right, it was a pleasure to look good.

"Ahh There was a sharp pain coming from the soles of his feet.

"Bear with me." Yan Feng continued to apply the medicine.

Ye Xiaojin bit her lip and didn't let herself make a sound.

In about five minutes, both of Ye Xiaojin's feet were coated with medicine.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan."

"Let's ask your company for a leave of absence tomorrow, it should be about the same in a day." It is the way that Ye Xiaojin is used to speaking.

"Oh."

"Do you really love him?"

A surprise question.

Ye Xiaojin's eyes dimmed, she lowered her head and did not speak. As soon as she thought of that man, her heart fluttered.

"Wouldn't it be more painful if you got married?" Yan Feng looked at Ye Xiaojin, the woman's eyes were still red.

"Marriage ......" Ye Xiaojin touched her ring finger, but the familiar position was no longer familiar.

"Mr. Yan, I'm a little tired, I want to rest." Ye Xiaojin didn't want to continue chatting.

Yan Feng nodded.

"You sleep in the upstairs room." This villa is built on two floors with the second floor having its own bedroom and bathroom.

After Yan Feng finished speaking, he was about to hug Ye Xiaojin on the sofa.

"No, no."

But...... Ye Xiaojin looked at her bandaged feet, as if she couldn't go to the second floor.

Yan Feng sighed, picked up Ye Xiaojin with his body, and walked up the stairs.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan." Ye Xiaojin whispered in Yan Feng's arms, her heart was really messed up.

Putting Ye Xiaojin on the bed, Yan Feng turned around and left.

Ye Xiaojin took a few deep breaths to control her tears from flowing, she didn't want to shed tears for unnecessary people anymore.

But, after all, they have been together for almost two years, and they have experienced so much together, and there are some things, how can they forget it.

Yan Feng sat back on the couch, and his phone vibrated irritably.

Yan Feng picked up his phone, it wasn't his phone vibrating.

That......

Yan Feng took Ye Xiaojin's bag, it was very simple, there were not many cosmetics, only a pile of documents, a wallet, and a vibrating mobile phone.

The mobile phone screen is lit up, showing more than 50 missed calls and more than 30 text messages, as well as messages from various chat software.

Yan Feng reluctantly walked upstairs with his mobile phone, opened the door, and Ye Xiaojin curled up in the quilt with red eyes.

"Phone password."