"Long-winded." Yan Shaoyuan glared at her, didn't answer her, turned around and went back to the living room.

Yan Jiayi grinned, very dissatisfied. Just tell me, she's really curious, okay?

"Dude, don't keep this matter a secret, okay, tell me about it!" She leaned over and sat next to him, winking at Yan Shaoyuan wistfully.

Yan Shaoyuan sighed lightly, barely squeezed a smile out, and said slowly: "She's not beautiful." ”

Yan Jiayi was stunned and urged, "And then?" ”

Yan Shaoyuan's eyes became far-reaching, and he said very clearly and clearly: "She can bring me happiness." ”

Yan Jiayi observed her brother in a daze, and when it came to Xu Jingjing, his whole person suddenly became emotional and quiet, she couldn't believe that this handsome and majestic man would have such an emotional side, and there was even an imperceptible sense of pathos between her eyebrows. Alan said that Xu Jingjing was his biggest regret, and it seemed that he was really sorry.

She can bring me joy. These eight short words are anything but ordinary. Yan Jiayi deeply understands how heavy such a concise sentence is. If you are sure that a person is the source of your happiness, then the position of that person is significant. And the happiness between lovers is the most luxurious and worthy of memorability and covetousness in the world. Therefore, those who have lost their happiness will be extremely miserable because they are reluctant.

"I really want someone to bring me joy." Yan Jiayi said with emotion.

Yan Shaoyuan glanced at her, "Aren't there a lot of men chasing you, and you're worried that no one will give you happiness?" ”

"That's different, there are a lot of men chasing me, but I'm just idle, no one likes it, and none of them can really bring me happiness."

Happy...... Yan Shaoyuan's thoughts drifted away, and he hadn't experienced that kind of simple happiness for a long time.

……

"Jingjing, are you back?" Lin Junhao put down the newspaper in his hand and saw Xu Jingjing coming back absent-mindedly.

"Hmm." Xu Jingjing nodded weakly.

"Isn't it uncomfortable?" Lin Junhao asked with concern.

"No, I'm fine." Xu Jingjing changed into a pair of slippers, took off her coat, and sat on the sofa.

"However, you don't look good." Lin Junhao smiled at her handsomely, pulled her cold little hand, and the warm big hand covered her and warmed it and let go, Xu Jingjing's palm had an extra piece of chocolate.

"Eat some chocolate, it's both refueling and refreshing." He quipped.

"Will it." Xu Jingjing said in despair, "Although it has exciting and pleasant substances, it cannot cure people's heart diseases." She lowered her gaze, her eyelashes still glowing with a slight residual glow. Then he sniffed aggrievedly.

Lin Junhao frowned, stretched out his fingers and gently lifted her chin, looking for her dodging eyes, without missing any clues, and said in a low voice: "If you want, I can be your listener, you can treat me as a trash can and confide in me." ”

"Is that okay?" She asked uncertainly, twinkling little eyes.

"Of course you can, we've known each other for four years, do we still need to be on guard for such a good relationship? Come on, pour out my trash can and bitter water on the spot, and I'll go on. ”

Xu Jingjing's nose was sour, her eyes were red again, and she finally vomited bitterness: "Junhao, why do you have so many regrets in life?" ”

Lin Junhao thought about it and said: "Because people are born incomplete. Man is incomplete, and life is incomplete. There is no such thing as a completely complete thing in the world, and naturally there are regrets. ”