"Yan Yuan, to be honest, have you ever hated me?" Xing Fei looked at him, and finally hesitated to say this, and after saying it, he bit his lip and waited for his answer.

She looked at the man opposite, the two met again after four years, and they became husband and wife in less than a year, no matter how many times she fantasized about it, she never imagined that they would develop to the point where they are now.

Yan Yuan didn't make a sound, his lips pursed into a line, and his dark eyes stared at Xing Fei's water-clear eyes, and there was no echo for a long time.

The quiet air was broken by a slight tumbling sound from the kitchen, Yan Yuan calmed down his emotions and stood up quickly.

"The porridge cooked in the kitchen is open." He left an explanation and walked briskly into the kitchen.

Xing Fei nodded wordlessly, and then looked at his broad back.

After all, I still care about this topic.

Why didn't she open any pot, and the most important thing now was not to ask about his mother.

But there was always a voice in her heart that was uneasy, reminding her to ask.

So she still couldn't hold back and asked.

As a result, the warm atmosphere was ruined, and she rubbed her hair irritably.

Still glancing in the direction of the kitchen, she could only see the corner of Yan Yuan's gray clothes from this angle.

What was he thinking, was it that it caused him pain?

Yan Yuan opened the lid of the pot, and the mist quickly rushed out, and the white mist pulled the scene back to that night.

He also stood in front of the stove, the difference was that all the surroundings were European-style furniture, American kitchenware was always pans, and even the small iron pot in his hand at the moment was bought by people in Chinatown.

He frantically cleaned up the spilled soup, took a spoon and took a sip, then frowned, turned his head and poured all the soup into the sink.

The third time, it still failed.

He couldn't bear his failure, so he angrily threw away the spoon and walked into the house.

There was no light in the house, Ji Bei walked into the house and was already accustomed to the dim environment, so he silently turned on the light.

I saw Yan Yuan sitting alone on the sofa, and he was alone in the center of Nuoda's apartment.

And the few empty wine bottles he had on hand were scattered haphazardly.

Ji Bei already knew what was going on, sighed and took the garbage bag and took the bottle away.

Walking to the kitchen, the chaotic scene in front of him was also highlighting the experience here, and he looked back at Yan Yuan deeply.

Experience made him take out the medicine box from the house, and when he looked at Yan Yuan's hands closely, he was all burned.

"Treat yourself with the medicine." He threw the potion and gauze in front of Yan Yuan and stood aside with cold eyes.

The weight came to his legs, Yan Yuan came back to his senses, looked at his scarred hand again, and silently picked up the potion.

"You tell me, as far as I know, you haven't reached the point where you can't afford to hire a chef, and you have nothing to do to?" Ji Bei's voice was stern.

“”

Silence, still silence.

Ji Bei really couldn't stand Yan Yuan's state, and his eyebrows were twisted.

"Yan Yuan, can you come to your senses, can't you live a good life!" As he spoke, he threw away the photos he had brought with him.

"You can see clearly, this woman is living very well now, she has already started a new life, she has a new love, she has a job, she is not sad about your departure, even if she knows that you are dead, she will not look at you, haven't you figured it out now!"

Ji Bei screamed angrily, quickly stepped forward and grabbed Yan Yuan's collar and pulled him up to face him.

Her eyes were also scarlet, "I'll tell you, Xing Fei is a fucking slut, her private life is chaotic, her front foot is with Wu He, and her back foot will be thrown off and hooked up with someone else, you"

Before the words fell, Yan Yuan's fist fell first, and his hand was so strong that Ji Bei stumbled a few steps.

The corners of Ji Bei's mouth quickly oozed blood, and Yan Yuan continued to step forward and punched down again, completely continuing to the end.

Ji Bei understood that he was serious, and hurriedly fought back to protect himself, just wanting to wake him up.

Yan Yuan has been smoking and drinking alcohol for a few days, and he rarely eats food, and his mental state is not good, so he is naturally physically exhausted at the moment.

Soon Ji Bei had the upper hand.

Ji Bei pressed again, and rode on him.

Yan Yuan no longer resisted, lying on the ground without moving, his eyes staring at the ceiling out of focus.

He was already scarred at the moment, one eye was still swollen, and his two hands had already become red-hot steamed buns, and Ji Bei's fist that was about to fall was raised in mid-air and did not move.

In the end, he withdrew his hand, stepped back on his legs, and lay on his side beside Yan Yuan, "Heh, sure enough, I still can't beat you to death." ”

The ceiling is carved with zigzag lines, extending one by one, turning.

Yan Yuan looked at it, and his eyes couldn't help but redden.

The milky white ceiling slowly changed into the scene in the photo just now, Xing Fei and a man were smiling and smiling, she was wearing slim professional clothes, confident and calm.

It's been a year since he came to the United States, and he is still trying to build himself psychologically, making many excuses for her not to ask herself.

But the reality is that she has already started a good life and fully accepts the fact that he is dead.

How ridiculous, from beginning to end he was the only one who was making a fool of himself.

His fists gradually tightened, and his eyes became fierce.

He wanted to find her and ask her loudly, did he really not care about him at all, and for so many years, no matter how hard he tried, he never got her back a trace of mercy.

I want her to regret that she will eventually stand at the highest point, so that she only has the qualification to look up.

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"Yan Yuan," he called softly, and he quickly returned to reality, "Aren't you okay?" Xing Fei asked outside.

He hid the pathos in his eyes, picked up the bowl next to him and quickly filled the porridge.

Out of the kitchen, Xing Fei sat at the dining table, her eyes staring at him for a moment, and she wanted to speak many times.

After packing up, Yan Yuan also sat down, "Yam porridge, drink it while it's hot." ”

Xing Fei took the bowl in front of him, the spoon kept stirring the porridge, and the white yam appeared from time to time with the shaking of the white porridge, and the fragrance was emitted together with the rice fragrance.

Since she was discharged from the hospital, Yan Yuan has always changed the way of cooking every meal, ensuring that there is no duplication and nutrition at the same time.

She didn't know how much effort he had put into it, but the thought of it made her even more sad, and her heart's thirst for it continued to grow.

The two of them are in good condition now, Xing Fei cherishes it very much, and she is reluctant to break this layer of warmth.

But between the two, they always keep their mouths shut about those years, and a barrier is always shrouded between the two.

She could choose to turn a blind eye, but she wanted the two to be truly honest with each other.

"You said it yourself, and if I want to know, you'll tell me." She couldn't bear the silence and spoke.

Yan Yuan's movements froze, and he raised his head in an instant.

"I hated, I was, I hated you so much."

Xing Fei's heart clenched violently, if it weren't for his calm voice, Xing Fei didn't know if he could withstand it.

Even though she had prepared early, when Yan Yuan really said it, she was still a little shocked beyond words.

"But if there is no love, how can I hate you."

Yan Yuan then said softly.

Xing Fei's eyes did not relax, until the tears fell, she did not relieve.

At the moment when her tears welled up, Yan Yuan's expression immediately froze, got up and came to her, and hugged her into his arms.

Xing Fei felt an almost inaudible sigh, and Yan Yuan's magnetic voice then came from above.

"I'm sorry, don't cry, I shouldn't have said these things to make you sad."

Xing Fei shook his head in his arms, not sad, but distressed.

She felt sorry for Yan Yuan for those years, and she felt more pain than her painful re-examination.

He spit out a sentence lightly, like a sharp blade, piercing directly into her heart.

"Yan Yuan, it's me who should say I'm sorry." She muffled.

"You should hate me, it's all because of my cowardice at the beginning, I can't boldly express my liking to you, let us miss it, and it's my stupidity that will cause those oolongs and let us separate."

In the end, it's all because of her, how nice it would have been if she had spoken earlier, saying that, I like you, why is it so difficult.

Yan Yuan pushed her away and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

"It's all gone, and now it's enough for you to be by my side."

"I don't have any regrets, Fei Fei, you don't know how happy I was the night you came to me."

"The so-called hatred, as early as the day I met you again, I knew that it was dissipating little by little."

Xing Fei listened quietly, his eyes were like deep pools, dark and deep.

But in there, there is still a strong tenderness.

Xing Fei pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled.

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Xing Fei also knew that she seemed to be too hypocritical, and she was sad at every turn.

As soon as I received the document from the manager, the phone vibrated wildly.

She glanced at the screen and hesitated for a moment before answering.

With what Fang said, Xing Fei's face gradually became solemn, and her brows frowned unconsciously.

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