Mojia Villa

The wind of the night mixed with the cold breeze, the air was filled with the fresh smell of humidity after the rain, Yan You, who was leaning in front of the falling window, unconsciously shrunk and hugged his arms, looking absentmindedly somewhere, his eyes were not focused.

As soon as his shoulders warmed, Yan You raised his head in surprise, and met the eyes full of helplessness, Yan You far-fetched outlined a bitter smile, lowered his eyes, and put away the faint sadness in his eyes.

Anger calmly leaned his arms against the wall, smiled lightly and sighed slightly, his voice ethereal as a piano: "Do you remember the scene when I first met you?" ”

Yan You was stunned and didn't know why.

As if trapped in a memory, Anger chuckled: "You rode a bicycle and parked by the lake to sketch, and sat alone for a few hours, and in the end, what you painted was not a landscape, but a handsome and handsome face. There is no doubt that this face has long been imprinted in your heart...... Two years have not allowed you to let go of that person, and you are as calm and cold as when I first met you, without the slightest change. ”

Yan You looked at Ange's handsome and perfect side face and was silent.

After a pause, Anger took a light breath and said, "Youyou." ”

Yan You was stunned and looked into his deep eyes.

"Don't run away anymore, face everything you didn't dare to face all these years, no matter what the outcome is, at least I'm here."

The tip of Yan You's nose was sour, his eyes were red and flashing with a faint silver light, he turned his face away, his eyes looked at the night outside the window, and the tears began to follow its familiar trajectory again, becoming more and more turbulent, as if he was venting the pain hidden in his heart these days.

Ange's heart throbbed, pulled Yan You and pressed it into his arms, gently stroking her black hair, Yan You couldn't hide it anymore, and cried out bitterly, the dull and hoarse cry was like a sharp claw, tearing Ange's heart, he took a deep breath, tightened his arms, hugged this helpless and confused girl, and gave her a trace of comfort.

Outside the door, the man's back stiffened slightly, listening to the heart-rending cry of Yanyou inside the door, for some reason, his chest was dull, through the crack in the door, looking at Yan You who was embraced by Ange, Mo frowned deeply, his deep eyes flashed a trace of displeasure, and his heart was dull and painful, and he turned around and left in an instant.

Since he can't forget that person, why should he choose to stay by his side, according to his understanding of Yan Munian, he is extremely fond of Yan You, and he will definitely not force his marriage like his old man...... Push yourself? Mo Yishen hooked his lips and sneered, shaking his head, who could force him Mo Yishen.

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The sound of turning pages of paper in the study kept ringing, and with a "snap" sound, Mo Yi closed the document in his hand and threw it aside with deep irritation, lying on the back of the leather chair tiredly, frowning and pressing his temples, his mind kept flashing the figure of Ange and Yanyou embracing each other, even though he knew that the two were just a simple friendship, but there was an inexplicable pimple in his heart.

Get up, press a button next to the bookshelf, the bookshelf will automatically slide to both sides, Mo Yishen has always had the habit of collecting red wine, reached out and took a bottle of Lafite at will, and poured a bunch of silky red wine into the goblet, just looking at the bottle and the color of the red wine, you know that this bottle of wine is worth a lot of money, and the vintage is also a long time ago.

The mellow aroma of red wine fills the tip of the nose, and the ink is taken in a deep and light sip, and the elegant posture is like a prince in the dark night, like a charming landscape, giving people a mysterious and charming feeling.